Hello, Sunday

To say I have the words for how much it has torn me into pieces when you left is an understatement - I don't have the words for it, and finding the perfect ones are almost impossible; but I want you to know how much you mean to me and there is nothing that could express that best than in writing.

I couldn't even begin to tell the story of how you came into my life - as the mere memory of it makes me remember how happy I felt when I was with you and that mere memory makes me want to breakdown and cry. How we met wasn't something extraordinary, yes, but everything that happened after that was; and all I can say is thank you.

My mind is like a video player that is on continuous repeat mode - only to replay the moments that you made me laugh, smile, or even whisper a "thank you" to God for bringing you into my life. And you know what hurts me? It's when all those moments play and I couldn't remember a single moment that made me feel bad or cry (except that time when you forgot that we were supposed to check the dogs in Poodles Cafe but that was because I was too annoyed that I cried); there wasn't any other moment that I cried or felt bad when I was with you, because you always knew how to make me feel better. You took part in making my world a better place, you taught me how to calm myself down when I am starting to act up because I couldn't get the things that I want or something as simple as I want to sleep and I couldn't - you always had a solution for things, you always had a way with me.

No matter how overreacting this sounds, I have to admit I am scared of the future and the only reason it makes me feel better at times is knowing that the only way to be okay is by trying to face every single day without you. The night you left, I was so scared to sleep because I know when I wake up, I won't be able to do my usual routine of bugging you on a Saturday morning - calling you on FaceTime and telling you what I am going to read, watch, or just plainly annoying you. I am scared to go through Sunday and realize that you are not there anymore to say I want to watch a movie, feed the turtles, or do colouring books with. I am so scared for the following weekends to come because you were a regular person to spend the weekends with and I don't even want to dare facing them without you.

Tears fill my eyes when I look through the window and grasp the idea that you won't be here anymore - to laugh with, tell my lame jokes to (make me pathetically smile when you tell yours), call or WhatsApp, hug, or even kiss. It doesn't make sense whenever I remember that you didn't really want to leave and yet you were taken away from me. They are dropping again as I write this and I just miss you badly, there is nothing I would do to have you back with me even for a while. To bully you in giving me kisses every two minutes, wrapping your arms around me, waking you up when you're sleeping, or sitting beside me so I can use you as a magic pillow to feel safe.

I can still vividly remember the moments that made me smile most - the honest remarks that would randomly come out of your mouth, that time when I peed inside the room and your face was just bloodshot you couldn't think of anything to say but "it's okay", and the fact that you had to clean it two hours later but you still think I am adorable (I could tell by the way you look at me when I do my puppy face that shows nothing but remorse for peeing), when I display my out-of-the-world clingy behaviours that gives way for your patience to be practiced, and whenever I ask for "chompans" and you would tell me you don't want to give but you're almost there and we both burst into laughter.

Randomly, I would open my photos gallery, check the snaps we took together, and I feel my heart breaking into a million pieces. It's different how you made me smile even just by sitting beside me or staring at you when you sleep. I'll miss how your eyes looked like and how I always kissed them when I had the chance. There might be a million words to tell you how I feel but not one of them perfectly fits the puzzle.

Thank you for taking the best photos (more like, for making me smile effortlessly for these photos)

I couldn't even begin to end this entry, because I know that ending this would just make me closer to accepting that you will no longer be around. You are in my thoughts and prayers - I hope you find the peace of mind that you want, find a job or start a business that you would put your passion and life into, marry a woman that would make your heart skip a beat every second, and give the security that you wish your family would always have. I may never have uttered those three words when I had the chance but I know my actions were enough for you to at least feel them. Thank you for setting the standard, for giving me something you refer to as best. 

Now I have something greater to remember India for - you. You have always known my fascination for Taj Mahal and even the last time you were with me, you assured me that it is something beautiful, something that I should definitely visit someday. I may have said this countless of times now but thank you for giving me such beautiful memories, for setting the standard, for showing me that there is someone out there meant to treat me well, and that at any given moment, I should never settle for anything less than the best.

This probably wouldn't be the last time I will write about you but for the mean time, it's all my heart could speak of. Hasta la próxima vez, Mi Amor.

To My Almost

"I just want to belong to someone, Ruby. I'm tired of waiting. 

And it feels good with him." 

In the past few weeks, I've been constantly struggling. Struggling at work to keep up with the paper works, struggling with being away from my friends, struggling from the sadness brought by my Mama and Tito's departure, and struggling from forgetting you and how good you made me feel. There are days when I would be sad, cry, and wait for the misery to pass by... But nonetheless, I am grateful.

There is this person who made me feel so much better even though I am miles away from home; and this entry would be dedicated to him. Even if it's an imagination, a dream, or something that only I was able to feel, I am still going to write however I feel for you and that's okay.

I will never forget the first time you talked to me thru text. At the back of my mind, I was thinking... This man is so lame for saying the corniest pick-up lines and yet he made me smile. I was going through lots of work and I couldn't reply quick so I told him sorry but I won't be able to send fast messages back and he said it was okay, he was patient anyway.

Few days on and we talked about meeting each other and I really didn't have plans to meet you but you were just so persistent that I felt, maybe he is not that bad at all. He sounds so open and cool, very thoughtful even (clearly it was his sales skills), so why not give it a go?

When I met you, you were skinny and to be honest it wasn't exactly my type. Anyway, what could go wrong right? You sound so smart, honest, and all the more, you were the perfect gentleman. You would open the door, take whatever I need without being asked, and assist me do things that I would normally and was used to doing myself.

The past two months was a high. I got spoiled with good morning texts everyday, random compliments that would just come out of you, and your patience is nothing to be compared of. I love how I would learn things from you or how you just give me unsolicited touches to make me feel better. You knew the right things to say when I was sad or when I was just mad that you slept off the night before. I saw how you value your family and I thought, this is the kind of man that I would want to be with. I saw how you smile and how you were eager to tell me about your life - and I valued every second of it. I even remember when you showed me the Youtube video of the mathematics skill that I've seen Indians do and your cute laugh and joy when I finally learned how to do it - and the remark that you said when you see me enjoying it. That time when you asked me if you can meet my Mum when she visits (no one ever asked me that), I was surprised and I laughed. Who would do that? We are not even together. But deep inside, I was quite happy. You wanted to meet the people who mattered to me, and it's not all the time in our lives when people close to us would value the people we love the most. When I would scream at you in texts and just demanded things to be done due to my hormonal imbalance, when I seemed like this crazy girl that no one could deal with, you remained patient and even if we both know you were already annoyed, you remained cool, and you stayed. That's the remarkable part - you always stayed.

I don't love you, that's for sure. I know it for myself and I have always known. But you were great, and what makes me sad is the fact that you wouldn't be there for the rest of the journey that I have. How you made me smile every morning, how you comforted me when I wasn't feeling the best of myself, how you made me realize that whatever happens - I should be happy because I deserve nothing but that.

You and me knows why you had to go and I completely understand. The other day, I was talking to a friend and she told me, every time you're sad because he walked away, think. If there is any way that he would choose you will you be able to stay with him? No. Yes, I thought of introducing you to my family, letting my cousins meet you because they were just so excited for me (I've always been a baby and I never had anyone meet them), and I know they would be happy to meet you since for sure they'll be impressed by how hard working, smart, and decent you are. But after that, I barely see anything to follow... Honestly, what more can I do and offer? I can't even let you meet my Mum, only because I know she wouldn't approve. And even if there were a few times that I attempted to tell her, I only backed out as I was too scared of her reaction, even if I was just going to introduce you as a friend. Clearly, there's nothing more I can do and I wouldn't want you to waste your time with someone who couldn't even determine the future. So I realized, it's okay. It's okay to watch you walk away and to proceed being happy with someone else; because there's someone meant for you and that's not me.

When a person has made you smile and made you feel like nothing will be able to turn your world around - you will treasure him. And I will always do. Thank you for being a good one. When I was not my best and I was just angry and impatient, you were still there. When I always blamed you for being too attached and all the other things - you understood. I hope all the best for you and yes, I will remain the happy giddy girl that I am because that's how it was when you came and it will be still be even if you leave. All I wish for is one last time - one last time to see you smile, one last time to hear you say something, one last time to touch and hug you, one last time to finally say good bye. And no matter how hard it will be to get it, I will still pray and hope.

You were my shining star, my almost, my what if - I will never forget you and all the happy memories you gave me in a very short time. Thank you for being you and keep on chasing your dreams - the rest I will tell you when we finally meet.

Love,

♛

Seeing Mayon Volcano in an epic ATV ride

Hi, you!

This has been a productive day with a few hours to spare. I've been able to revamp my closet, finish my laundry, wash the dishes, and clean up my bed. Although I have two things left to do (if I didn't miss anything out that's it) - write a new entry on my blog (which I am doing now) and cleaning up files on my Mac (which really isn't easy after all). Wow, noticed how many times I inserted parentheses in my statements. That is a lot of second voice happening in my mind put in writing.

Anyway, going back to my narrative of our Bicol Tour... Let's re-visit my third day in the region! We traveled back to Legazpi shortly after we had our breakfast and went straight to our ATV meet-up point. It was roughly 30-45 minutes away from the city and practically near the Mayon Volcano.

The ATV was a high! We went for a few rounds of practice and woosh off we go! I tell you, more than the exquisite view from up high and the perfect cone-shaped volcano, the ride was equally fun and exciting. And since my words wouldn't do enough justice... you should see it for yourself through our pictures!

We had a few stop overs along the way like the picture shown above. This was taken at Cagsawa Ruins - it was built in the 17th century but was later on destroyed when the volcano erupted on 1814. From this spot too, you can view the perfectly shaped Mayon Volcano, too bad though it was blocked by clouds when we got there.

We finally reached the peak of the trail. Can't believe we were able to go that far, it was nearly half of the whole height of the volcano! Although on that distance, it was still blocked by the clouds. We were almost weeping when suddenly on the way back...

Tada! The perfect cone of the Mayon finally showed up! It was pretty awesome. There's actually a cute folktale regarding when the Mayon shows up or not and thankfully we were saved. You should definitely ask the tour guides about that folktale, guys. The view was definitely worth the ride. And hello, it obviously gave us a lot of fun, not to mention dirt and ashes too. We finished at around 7 at night, went to the hotel (thanks to the kind hearted kuya's from Bicol Adventure ATV Tour who offered to take us there), straight away showered, and had dinner! Took us 30 minutes each to scrub all that ash but no complaining! It was one of the best things in Bicol, you better not miss it!

Hit me up or drop a comment the next time you go to Bicol and I might be able to give you some useful tips! E-mail: faye.erice@gmail.com 

Happy travels!

Love,

Faye

Survivor Island: Caramoan

Hello, I see you again! After exactly three months of no show since the paper works at work have been crazy, I finally decided to catch up on where I left of. Not the lessons I learned on being an overseas Filipino worker though... More of resuming my travel stories only. 

Since the last post was about Day 2 in Boracay and we didn't do much anyway for Day 3, let's go and discover the next place I've been to - the survivor islands of Caramoan in the Bicol Region.

Aside from the best tour guide I've ever experienced, Caramoan is not to disappoint. The travel can be long, presumably also because we hit the wrong airport (Legazpi instead of Naga) and the 2 hours boat ride is sure to put your ass on heat, but no need to worry as the view along the way is almost perf.

The first day was merely spent on traveling to the island but we had a short tour when we arrived which is already at sunset. We went to this exquisite old church which makes a beautiful backdrop and prayer house for the people of Caramoan - St. Michael the Archangel Church.

It was founded in 1619 by Franciscan Missionaries and the church is like a 10-minute walk from our accommodation, the West Peninsula Villas Caramoan. You should check it out if you're planning to stay and have island tours in Caramoan. Kuya Ryan, one of their tour guides was prolly one of the best tour guides that I will and have experienced in my whole life! No exaggeration.

Anyway, we went back to the inn after that to lie down, rest, have dinner, and pretend to play billiards. We gave up eventually and decided to catch up on zzz's...

We went ahead on breakfast the next day and immediately went for island hopping. Be prepared to ride the waves though, I don't know if it was just unusually large when we went there or the boat was small but it was quite scary. I was silently praying and hoping that I get the courage to swim ahead just in case something happens.

Mind you, the travel between islands can be long. Considering we rolled two days tour into one (supposed to be 4 islands each tour), we were able to go to 8 islands in one day. Although forgive me as I will not be able to remember all of them...

First stop, Manlawi Island! Caramoan's ever famous sandbar. I think this one was the farthest that's why we had it first, and oh the water would rise soon if we don't get there in time.

This for me is the best island out of all the islands. Although you would probably argue that every island in Caramoan has something special and unique in it but this one gets me real hard since I have always been a sucker for sandbars.

Proceeding to the next stop... it wasn't really an island. It was also a sort of sandbar but when we arrived the water was already knee length. Nevertheless, the view was exquisite. I could wake up to it every day.

And followed by some water hair tricks...

We swam a bit and since the place for lunch was quite far (30-40 minutes boat ride) we headed for it right away. It was also a gorgeous one! I think the first three were the ones who stole my heart.

#itsmorefuninthePhilippines

The next islands that we visited didn't have decent photos of me and some of it we just dropped by so I wasn't able to take photos. To explain (since it's so abnormal of a travel blogger to not take photos), my bag which carries the camera is inside a plastic bag full of our bags. Since the wave was a bit huge, our tour guide suggested we put all the things inside it. If anything in case.

We visited roughly around 7-8 islands in my count. Each of it was unique and mostly all of it were pretty small. Travel time from one another is a minimum of 20 minutes and a maximum of 40 but all of it was worth it!

Kuya Ryan, he was a cute one - undoubtedly very cool when taking photos, patient with all of our kaartehan and rough linggo, and super protective of his clients. We almost cried when it was time to leave.

There you go, my first day in the Bicol Region. See you tomorrow for my ATV adventure!

Happy travels!

Love,

Faye

7 Lessons I Learned Working Abroad

There is no doubt that being an OFW was one of the hardest decisions I've made in my life. While almost everyone thinks that it is so cozy and comfortable leaving your home for a good amount of money - well, there are two sides to every story; and today, I decided to tell you most of the lessons I have learned in being an overseas worker abroad.

1. The world does not revolve around you. Being an OFW for merely around 8 months, I have realized that the world does not revolve around me alone. I am just one in a million, one in a million people who fights to survive, works hard to chase their dreams, and aims to take on what they think they deserve. Considering that there are more than a million people in the world, who am I to think that not every single person around me also deserves that something I've been wanting my whole life, who am I to think that for a single dot I am that person who deserves to earn that job, who deserves to be loved, who deserves to be on top. Not really - we are all reaching and wanting almost the same things. So if it doesn't go to you, well honey, that's how the world goes. Accept it and move on.

2. It places you where you should be - on ground. When I started looking for a job abroad, I lived on believing that everything will come the way they should be. Easy breezy, free lance, nothing to worry about because once I find that job, I will surely be on cloud 9. However, the way to the top is not always easy. You got to fight hard. A lot of people won't see you as you see yourself - great, fearless, and competitive. Some people doesn't simply look for those things. And unfortunately, no matter how hard you try, you will still fail sometimes. But it's not that bad. When I left Singapore to have another thirty days, even if I already had a hint of having a job, I still felt grounded. Contemplating on my journey from the beginning, it has kept me grounded. It taught me that not even a single minute should I be so arrogant because at any time, someone can burn everything I've worked hard for just because they can. It's not to make you lose your self esteem or make you feel worthless though, it happens because you have to recognize that it's not all you. People, no matter how long you've known them or seen them, contributed something. You owe them something.

3. There's no one else better to look after yourself than you. One of the hardest lessons I've learned here is independence. I am not really someone who always needed someone to survive but when I made it here - I've learned independence in a whole new level. No one was there to tell me to drink my medicines on time (when I'm sick), no one takes my laundry for me, and no one would cook my meals for me. My mother was such a big part of my life and she would always do things for me, look after me, remind me to do this and that, and when she wasn't there to pick me up from everything and the hardships of working abroad - I felt frail. I thought I couldn't be anything if she's not with me, but I'm wrong. I can do things, even surprisingly, I can do things on my own. She has taught me a lot and it was my turn to finally put those lessons to good use. She has done me proud. She was anything but a wonderful mother.

4. Family is everything. There are times when I felt really down and wished I was just back home, sitting, and enjoying my comfort zone. But then I think again, and I realize they are the main reason I am here. I want to help my Mom pay all her debts; debts that she acquired just to make me study and finish in a good university. I almost had breakdowns every single day, even more than once a day, and it made me strong. I'm awakened by the thought that every day I fight to survive is a day closer to being with them again.

5. In the end, everything will get better. At the end of each day, no matter how stressed or tired I am, I always comfort myself with the fact that tomorrow is another day and it's gonna get better. Even if now feels like I am the saddest person alive with my family away and friends being separated, tomorrow will be a new one. Tomorrow might still be sad but then there's another tomorrow and who knows what it will bring? No one. Not even me. And that's such a solid guarantee for something better - believing in something you haven't even seen. Believing that happiness might just be around the corner and it will get to you, you just have to wait and see.

6. Work hard. Your dreams are your fortress - source of your strength and comfort. Even if it's hard, continue. Always keep in mind that everybody's working hard just to get to the same place as you. If you don't keep on working, they'll get it and tomorrow will be another day put to waste coz you were too busy working on the wrong things. I'm not saying you should work hard to the point of extreme exhaustion and lazy days aren't completely wrong because you deserve to have chill days too but don't get too relaxed. Work hard! Your boss will love you for that. Appreciate it, even.

7. Be strong. Stay strong. As cliche as it sounds, you are your own hero. Yes I know you've heard this a lot of times but it's true. Life is amazing and you have to be strong to witness that. Constantly looking for ways to keep alive and kicking and blissful as the universe! You are here for a reason, you deserve to be alive. Show the rest of the world what you're made of, prove them your place. Believe that you're just as wonderful as the world and you are strong! You deserve to be alive.

There are probably more things to learn and I can't wait to discover all of them. For the mean time, I will keep on living by these lessons - hoping that it will help me get through each day smoothly. I am inspired and I always thank God for giving me the opportunity to learn these things at such a young age. There are times when I feel really really lonely but it will get better. Risks are meant to be taken, hardships and scars are to be celebrated, and surviving each day is always an accomplishment. There's no time better to enjoy it than now - be happy and keep learning.

PS. Will get back to my traveling stories once I get the chance! Happy reading!

Love,

Faye

Puka Beach, snorkeling, and cliff diving in Boracay

Hello, Dear Sunday.

How are you all doing? Well aside from the fact that we all got our little rest time which is just enough to go through the next week, aren't we all happy we got to spend this day for ourselves? I am happy. lol it's not like I don't have the whole week for myself I am a bum for work's sake.

Anyway, join me in rekindling my second day trip to Boracay last April 6, 2014. Second day always wins for the best day *usually* since the first day is only a warm up and the last day is often just to waste the remaining time you have at that place. Anyhow!!! I kept confusing my subjects lol I'm sorry #writerproblems

Our second day mainly consisted of island hopping and bar hopping. Shall I say, the islands were all equally gorgeous, just not as gorgeous as those in Camiguin or Palawan but gorgeous enough to satisfy. The first stop was at Puka Beach. Sand is not as white or pristine as the main island but is a sure winner when it comes to tranquility and privacy. The water is a bit rough for swimming but the contrast of deep blue and turquoise is really inviting. Aileen and I plunged. Bet you would, too!

It was the perfect place where you can take pictures and nobody would be caught walking behind or something... There's enough space for everyone. Certainly not like the main island where you need to wait for a couple of minutes before you can take decent pictures without anybody jeopardizing the frame for you. Is it obvious that I loved Puka Beach a lot? Yes, I guess so.

We also had lunch there, which is the same with main island when it comes to pricing. Totally over board. Mind you, there's only one restaurant available so you practically don't have a choice. It's quite good if that makes it any better though.

After lunch, we went on with our next agenda which was snorkelling somewhere in the middle of the sea. I wasn't able to see that much fish or coral but I did enjoy the time spent swimming! It was good practice, this was my favorite among all three.

I'm okay with threading all day, really

My swimming buddy in Bora :D
And look at the main island just behind her.

Awesome snorkeling and threading. We then head to Magic Island for cliff diving. Disclaimer I was totally brave before I saw and experienced the balancing wood, really. It was the culprit!!! I so did chicken out. I AM SORRY TO FAIL YOU, GUYS.

Congratulations to Jenny for being able to do it.
Not just once and certainly not twice but thrice. (I blame the balancing wood.)

We went back just in time for sunset!!! And it is lovely as usual. One of the few things I love about Boracay. It may not be as perfect as Santorini's or Mykonos' but man, who cares? The fact that the colors mixes up so beautifully shouldn't be questioned! You shouldn't miss it, at least once in your life. The pictures never do it justice.

We had dinner after at this buffet restaurant. Can't tell you enough how much I love oysters and they had a lot of it that it was so close to heaven! I can practically eat it all day. Afterwards we had a little down time and pre-game at the hotel before we head out to go clubbing! Ended up at Epic that night, thankfully. Paid P300 for 2 free drinks and entrance. Certainly had a good time! I didn't end up drunk, too bad. Being not drunk makes me not dance with anyone at all. Thankful nonetheless because then I'd always remember what a fun night it was with my friends. Cheese!!!

Thank you for the photo, Kim.

Hit the sack at around 4am, was really really sleepy by then that a quick shower didn't even wake me up. It was a good Boracay party that I quite enjoyed! A little too much I think. Catch you again in my next entry! Of course, with the itinerary and estimation of expenses for all the days.

Happy travels!


Love,
Faye

Boracay - Philippines' Island Paradise

After being off from my blog for a few weeks, I've been updating myself on what to write next. And voila! As I searched, the Best Island in the World as awarded by Travel + Leisure magazine 2012 edition is up. Boracay - the Philippines' tropical island paradise!

Contrary to being famous for it's night life and relaxing white beaches, Boracay is also a place where you can relax. In the morning of course when almost everyone's still busy from regaining their spirit and energy lost the night before. Make sure you make the most out of this time! Unless you're one of those people oops haha. Boracay has received a lot of recognition throughout the years for it's powdery white sand and great sunset that almost every kind of tourist and locals are here. It was my first time and it was the first week of April, but man, it was 'kind of' jam packed already! Never have guessed. lol

Anyway, we arrived in Boracay at around 10 or 11 in the morning. We were so freaking hungry that we just dropped our things off at the hotel (since we had to wait for check-in time) and rushed to the nearest (not exactly nearest oops) D'Mall to get some food. Luckily, my first meal in Boracay wasn't an awful one, in fact it was totally the opposite! I have always loved Mexican food and Tres Amigos sure did captivate me. I ordered their burrito as usual *coughs coughs* and surprisingly it's as good as Silantro's in Kapitolyo.

Tres Amigos' burrito (sorry I'm pretty selfish, didn't take photos of the other food lol)

After eating our lunch at D'Mall, we then went back to the hotel for a bit of rest and freshening up. At around 3pm, we went out for parasailing! One of the most exhilarating moments of my life! T'was super awesome. We paid P1,500 for 30 minutes and every penny was worth it. PS try not to get overpriced in Bora and haggle your way to the top AT ALL TIMES. They usually have varying charges according to race and ethnicity, you can do it!

Sure gave us a good time. It was quite a waiting time though but nonetheless the experience was spot on. We even got to ride a speed boat twice and see this amazing sunset up close.

The Boracay Sunset ..on a speed boat. An amazing view, as usual.

We went to Red Coconut after to join the other half of our friends for dinner. The food was obviously overpriced but it comes with the high tourist rates so, never mind. Average service. Main reason I loved it was the opportunity for an illegal swim. Jenny, Aileen, and I went for a swim after eating and got back to the table soaking wet. I was just so hungry for water I had to. Don't judge lol

The rest of the night was tiring. Little did we know that partying actually starts before sunset and mostly ends at around 9 or 10 in the evening. Unfortunately, we slept and ended up in Club Paraw at midnight. What on earth? If you're after partying, check the upcoming events before booking for heads up. It'll give you an easier time.

Capped off the night at 4am with a cup of noodles and Chuckie. Didn't know pushing and shoving can be really exhausting. Lesson learned! Good night, world!

Happy travels!

Love,

Faye