I moved to Baguio.
Currently, I cannot shower without turning the heater on. I brew and drink coffee by the minute to keep warm. I eat fresh produce, take note! fresh and not wilted-leafy-has-beens, from the market + endless supply of Good Shepherd ube jams and matcha filled marshmallows — I’m charmed.
Serene and beautiful. Don’t forget your camera and dive in the fishponds if you can! Continue reading
T’boli dancers graced us after dinner. The costumes as they swirl, the colors they emit—and the ring of bells in their belts and anklets is what I love the most. Punta Isla Lake Resort does not only boast of good food (their tilapia chicharon is a must try!) but also of great dancing with the young T’boli artists. Instruments vary from drums to kuluntang to flute. A solemn prayer is being offered as a sign of permission and thanks to the spirits of instruments are being done everytime they use their preferred musical item. In every dance, a cultural insight of the T’boli tribe are shared. Continue reading
I’m not very good with boats. So when I learned we’re having lunch at a boat at Mountain Lake Eco Resort, I kinda sorta wanted to crawl back to the van and hide, preferably in a fetal position for added drama. But I did not! It’s my first time here in Lake Sebu and new waters are waiting to be conquered. Continue reading
Polysemic. Mutable. Contingent.
These three words were the first words I mentally recited in my mind this morning. I was looking for our broom, you see.
The floor needs sweeping.
I’ve been absent-mindedly looking for it for three days now. It seems to have vanished. Not that those three words have anything to do with the missing broom. But silently humming them while I search every corner of the flat made the chore less annoying.
It doesn’t make sense does it? The words I mean. Why such strange words would comfort me. Well so does the missing broom! It doesn’t make sense for it to hide itself. If this is a game of hide-and-seek, that plastic thing is winning.
The room feels abandoned without it.
limestones. monkeys. sunbathing monitor lizard. pristine waters. fine white sand.
Kramas is a traditional scarf/bandana of the Khmers that usually comes either red or blue in Gingham patterns. A Cambodian national symbol, Kramas are worn to cover faces, carry children, and even folded to use as hammocks. The tradition of hand weaving kramas dates back to over thousands years.
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Mandatory sunrise photo of the Angkor Wat Temple.
A perfect example of Khmer architecture—thus when in Siem Reap, one must always drop by Angkor Wat Temple. Aside from being the King’s mausoleum, this temple was also constructed for the Hindu God, Vishnu . I was here in 2010 and was in awe –and even now, years later, Angkor Wat Temple still amazes me. Continue reading
Artisans Angkor as a social entrepreneurship helps create jobs for artisans from the rural areas. It is also a cultural project aimed to re-build the country after (the war) by training young people to master Cambodian crafts from silk weaving and stone carving to brass plating. Continue reading
Admiring “Bogsie’s” work at Cambodia during the Angkor Wat Photo Festival — these are images of the Mangyan tribe that he took from the 90’s till present. His use of film and his transition to digital medium shows his versatility as a photographer. Continue reading
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