Travel: I Fly With My Dreams

a travel friend once observed and told me, "you are getting bolder, braver in your travels and adventures."


when i told another friend that i went to KM 0 in Governor Generoso, he asked me, "what did you do there?"


I replied, "I went up to the ruins of the old lighthouse to see a perfect view of the pacific ocean. then i went to the rock forms."


He then asked, "why do you do that?" "who was with you?" "alone?" "i have never even been there" and even said, "you might have been kidnapped."


until now, i am left speechless not because i cannot answer him but because i know that whatever i will utter, he will not believe, anyway. so why bother give a reply?


most of you who travel, maybe like the way i do, solo, would have ready answers to those questions. and might be similar to mine. i am still smiling thinking of those thoughts in my mind on how i could have answered. but i chose to give my answer to those who truly care.


and by the way, i am not racing in my travels. i am not in a hurry. so why tell me that "you have never even been there, and that i have been there, with the perspective that you have been living near the area, and i got ahead of you?" c'mon man. chill.


and am sure you have never ever been to where i have been. and i don't care. and i will never tell where i have been so far to those who do not even care.


what i know is that i know who i am, what i want, and what i can do.

and that i am happy.

so stop racing with me.

i am not.

i don't race.

i fly with my dreams.


Don't race in your travels.

Fly with your dreams.

Live.Love.Travel.

i am braving the limited horizons that some reality can offer.

they make my world so little.

which sometimes prevent me from being me.i feel battered deep inside.


but i choose to see the world and beyond and be braver.

in the next days, i will be enclosed in a vacuum,some walls,and some sparkles.

but my heart desires for the sun and be sunblazed;

for the jungle and breathe;

for some rushing waterfalls and be refreshed;


if i can only skydive and jump from the plane and land in a great wonderful place;

if only i can let my spirit free and be somewhere else while i am seated in meetings for 12 hours

if i can only finish the inks in my sleeves;

if only i can just pack and go like before;

and just dropped somewhere else from a bus.


i am full of hope to be free-er soon.

fill my heart with much love.

because that is the reason i live.

Davao Oriental's Governor Generoso: A Short But Sweet Lovely Trip

I had been rocked and stoned. And the most unpleasant would be feeling my heart end beating in joy.

Loving life is my lifestyle. It makes me human. It forms my being. And it allows me to enjoy every single gasp of air.

Living a life of happy-ness is my choice.  When tears of sadness run down my cheeks, it breaks my heart and kills my spirit.

Choosing to live is not an option. But it is something that lingers in every cell in my brain and exists in every drop of blood in my veins.

Fighting for breathe is fighting death to overrule my enthralled existence in this world. I may be endangered. But I am not dying out. Not now.

I was going with the flow of plans, time that I do not have control of. And boom! There it fell on that lovely day. And all I can do is pack my bag, catch the earliest to fly and touchdown by dawn, where all I could witness from my window is a light orange bluish horizon by the sea, as I begin to gather my senses back.

In pink, and jeans, I wrapped my hair on a flower-design headgear. With my loyal backpack filled with dyed shirts and food, its heaviness made me feel that, Yes I am finally back! Back to how I do my travels.

i screamed when the water splashes over me and the escorts would warn me to get out of here