Life? Go travel!

I'm a hardcore dreamer.. yeah, both literally and figuratively.

Familiar with a scene where you see pictures of delightful places and then suddenly you dose off wandering or say imagining as if you're in that pic? And then suddenly you're boxed by Reality and boom! on the left side is your if and then on the right side is your but and the dreams were transformed into stars hovering your head. Hehe.

So I came up with a list of buts and ifs and categorized them into these:

• Time : I'm sort of juggling motherhood, studies, career and all other extra curricular activities and then this? My solution? Of course I can't just dizz away guiltily carrying all these woes, so I plan all my travels way far in advance. Leaving me enough options for conflicts and stuff. So if you have none, go make one!
• Money : I'm not a posh traveler, that I have to say. The idea is for me to get the gist out of this places and people and the not vice versa hence the backpacking. Oh it also pays to be a fan of this and that. Travel tours, low cost airlines, hotel booking site and etc. for you've got to be the first to know should there be a promo. And of course, book ahead to save as almost in anything, it comes cheaper when booked in advance. Little by little, imaginary build on how to live like a local. Read blogs and most importantly, save.
• Emo Baggage : Hehe. Sad but true. No one is born brave enough to face the world. It takes time and mastery and a whole lots of guts. In short, experience. So what are you waiting for? Pack and go! 

Choosing between those pullings and pushings is not an option. There is no contest at all, as they come like a tick with a tock. Hand in hand, summing up life well lived. :)

Carpe diem~

Faithfully

"They say that the road ain't no place to start a family..."  a profound excerpt from Journey's Faithfully. Surely no one wouldn't miss a slight effort in delivering that line in tone sincere to one who can relate.

The intensity beyond this thought are the questions of how and how and how would a dearly beloved bears the thought of a departing better-half once more. Sure the weight would vehemently rely on the why but who could contain the reason of "none, I just feel like going in awhile."?

The passion to travel is infinite and worse, addictive. Yet one could not just entirely hit the road alone by not taking into account the loads of those who are left. Effortless to sing yet heavy to ponder upon. Paranoias and uncertainties will be built one at a time. The ever disturbances of annoying reasons could be haunting. One can't just accept the absurdity of the impulse of a lover who is away. The thoughts of why is never ending. Like why would he choose to be there were in fact, I am here? And the assumptions would attack flowingly. Ending? well, misunderstanding.

If one is vested to be a part of a nomad's life, she must surrender all the doubts and fears. Regardless of where the madness has started, on whether before and during their togetherness, one shall swallow unconditionally the needs of the other. Yes, it is a need. An intimate need to oneself in whatever desire it shall serve. It may sound absurd but no matter how one denies it, travelling for some, is a need. I may not be able to decode this passion accurately for one to agree but I guess, the mere title of it is more than what it takes for a loveone to smile and wish him well in his travel.

No man is travel mad enough to set aside his heart. Wherever he goes, in him is you. The reason is mainly you, for it is the distance that could make the love grow ponder as they quote.

Never be weary. Never curse and never should you fret. Let your heart rest as you sleep. For despite of what is on his face "right down the line it's been you and me".

Kissed by a Travel Bug

Staring on what clothes I'm wearing, my grandmother would ask me "pakain kaw yan?" annoyed as I am, my whispering trolling answer was always "manglungsulan inah hadji" and I would quickly kiss and her hand and disappear right away.


It was really hard to cross the border of travelling alone back then.


I can't at first contain traipsing in a far away land from home, alone. Imagine staring on traffic signs, posters, menus and food labels written in a language you are not familiar of. Or rather the cunning antics of the locals as they have absolutely no idea on how to answer your queries. Not to mention the touts swooping on tourists, ever clever in every way shredding a part of your dearly frugal trip. The never ending barriers and hindrances from one point to the other can be such a lump as you go along your way.


Growing up in a conservative family defies the urge to go out and explore as I age. A lot of reasons eventually popped despite the no-travelling-solo-policy in us. I must see what is there for me. Coming from a prohibited travel nation Sulu, no risk left was there for me to fear. 

My first dose is still vivid in me. I took it without any prejudice. Setting aside my obligations and with proper composition I flew alone. That attempt was successful as I managed to come home with my sanity intact and heart back to its place again. Travelling has become my Prozac since then.

What more delight would I savor if should I leave without heavy loads? I thought. To actually ride bemos with locals and not minding their scents. To gulp their native coffee, to engross with their dainty cuisine. To trace the past with their ancient ruins. And though, separated by language orientation, the mere sharing of a smile with them is immeasurably divine. The comparison from their cultures, tradition, orientation and religion to what I behold is endless. 

The world is on my feet, so I might as well walk on it. The desire is overpowering the fear. Time is ticking. I got to master the art of monologuing. All these nuisances can be prevented and if you can't, they will solely depend on how you would take it for the show must go on. Geared with guts and passion, nothing would go wrong.

Having been kissed by a travel bug, with all my heart I would go. I could not promise when to stop and if there is really stopping at all as long as I live.

A gypsy, a nomad, a solitary wanderer, a wanderlust, a rugged derp clad in torn jeans, old shirt, filthy shoes with a pack on her back. A Tausug with Sulu pride in my heart, to elsewhere in the world.