i want to stop working and start living

I wish I could sit at the edge of a cliff, stare at an ocean so blue it hurts my eyes, while a gentle sun pours down on me, for hours, without the worries of tomorrow, the next week, the next month, or the next year cackling away in the back of my mind.

I wish I could slowly page through a great romantic novel in a quiet outdoor cafe in a sprawling, green-drenched park with warm milk chocolate sliding down my throat in sips, and an occasional puppy tripping my table’s way as he chases his newly beloved ball.

I wish I could let fly a hundred sky lanterns, and chase them down the beach, wherever the wind decides to take them, and I stop only when all my eyes can see are specks of golden light and haughty, silver stars, then I laugh at the wonder of having created such a sight.

All these and more, until the end of my days.

But how?

sydney 11.01.15 – darling harbour

Most of my photos are of the Australian National Maritime Museum – my personal pick for the best museum in Sydney, and the best feature of Cocklebay Wharf (even the Darling Harbour). At $27 for an adult ticket, it’s not the cheapest museum in the city, BUT (1) I got to tour an awesome replica of James Cook’s famous 18th century ship HMB Endeavour, (2) I got to poke around a REAL submarine, and (3) I got to buy my sister an ol’ British-style pocket watch.

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sydney 03.01.15 – sydney@night

I accidentally walked around 7 kilometers – from Pitt Street to Miller’s Point, from Miller’s Point to the Rocks via the walkway under the Harbour Bridge, from the Rocks to Macquarie Street, from Macquarie Street to Hyde Park, then back to Pitt Street. Took me 3 hours to wander around those areas, and by the time I got back, my thighs hated me to the point of violent divorce. I blame it on Sydney being such a walkable city, even at night. The wind was in good form, too, and I forgot to bring a comb (not that it would have been much help), so you can imagine how I looked by the time I got back to my apartment – mildly electrocuted would be an apt description. Anyway,  I got these shots in, and forgive me if they’re blurry – photography was never a strong point of mine; but the subject of my photos was preening in quiet delight, so the images turned out better than I expected.

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sydney 31.12.14 : new year’s eve

Basically, people, people, and more people, and 70% of them are NOT Australian. Lol. Truly a world event. Around 9 pm after work, my friend and I walked all the way to our vantage point at the Rocks, too, but because of the trees, all we could really see were the fireworks at the Bridge. The trees blocked the view of the other fireworks, unless they were large and high enough in the sky for us to see. My neck complained all the way – but I ignored it. I’m glad I ignored (much of) the impulse to take photos and videos, because I was able to watch everything through my eyes, and not through a screen.

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when hip hop was less braggadocio and more sociopolitical commentary…

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I was barely out of diapers when hip hop artists like Wu Tang Clan and Arrested Development were out, so I have no expertise on the subject whatsoever. Doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate these songs as prime examples of their art form. They don’t make songs like them these days. Or if they do, people don’t find them interesting anymore, which is a much, much sadder fact.

I have six songs on here, and these are the only ones on my list because I have a limited knowledge of old school hip hop (though I wish I knew more, so if you know songs that deserve a spot up there with the hip hop classics or legends, then just comment below, and I’ll add it on here, just so I can have a good list for this particular post – I’d be grateful too :) ). At the very least, most people would probably know Eminem and Macklemore/Ryan Lewis – not old school, but these artists have songs that push back against the stereotype of hip hop being all about money, women, drugs, and parties, a stereotype that has grown in strength during the last decade. Continue reading

Treasures of A Heritage Trail

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If Hong Kong advertised this more in their huge, beautiful airport, I’d be all over this trail. I’ve been in Hong Kong thrice now, and HAD NO IDEA THIS EXISTED. I feel like I seriously missed out on something fascinating.

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The MTR train moved at a steady pace leaving the ever-bustling Tsim Sha Tsui district in Kowloon. On the ground above the train station dozens of skyscrapers scrambled for space in this constantly developing part of Hong Kong, just across the harbor where one of the world’s financial centers pulsated relentlessly. We were moving away from hordes of tourists and shoppers, coming to Kowloon in steady influx, as well as from local businesses which helped make Hong Kong a thriving place for fortune-making.

From the window of the train the view of dense tall buildings were soon replaced by rows of residential houses as we moved further away from the city. Moments later from the northwest corner of the territory where we were heading, tall skyscrapers loomed from the horizon. One might have the thought that the train was returning back…

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the filipino christmas

If there is one thing about Filipinos that amazes me, it’s how feverishly we celebrate Christmas, so much so that a third of the year is spent on preparing and praying for it to come.  It’s everyone’s favorite reason to be with family, attend more masses, eat more food, drink more wine, and make mall owners extremely happy.

By September, establishments play Christmas songs and sell Christmas lights. By October, early gift buyers hunt for Christmas sales. By November, the Christmas tree is ready to be displayed to all visitors of the home. By December, priests go on overtime, holding masses to full churches and chapels, from before sunrise to after sunset Continue reading