Getting some posts up and ready to post, so here’s a simple update for now. I’ve been trying out this habit where in I take photos of absolutely anything: beds, weighing scales, shoes, grime on the bathroom tiles, etc. Getting some posts up and ready to post, so here’s a simple update for now. I’ve been trying out this habit where in I take photos of absolutely anything: beds, weighing scales, shoes, grime on the bathroom tiles, etc.

Getting some posts up and ready to post, so here’s a simple update for now. I’ve been trying out this habit where in I take photos of absolutely anything: beds, weighing scales, shoes, grime on the bathroom tiles, etc.

Some images from last year’s Buscalan trip
I was planning to do a post on this trip sometime earlier this year, but didn’t out of sensitivity to a terrible accident involving an irresponsible bus service company and an amazing group of artists that were on the way home from Buscalan. Many lives were lost in that accident, and it was so surreal that it should happen exactly to a group of people who were riding the same bus that we took a year ago, visiting the exact same place. As most of us have already said, we call it the “Florida Bus Accident” and not the “Kalinga, Ifugao Bus Accident” because the place had nothing to do with the misfortune. Faulty brakes and mishandling were the culprits, and it’s sad that this amazing place has to bear the brunt of a bad reputation because of a company’s error. 
Anyway, I digress. Last year, a group of friends and I went to Buscalan in Kalinga to visit the famous mambabatok Fang-Od, one of the last tattoo artists to uphold this ancient style of skin engraving. I didn’t get one myself, but it has been one of the best local trips I’ve experienced. Apart from the tattoos, we did a few other unforgettable things. I swear you’d have to visit Buscalan yourself to see how impeccably the light hits this quaint and peaceful village. The hospitality is top notch and the top-load jeepney ride to the village was breathtaking. 
More images on this trip to come. Tomorrow, I’ll be visiting Osaka for a short vacation. I’m really excited to take photos and get out of this dry spell that I’ve been having all year.  Some images from last year’s Buscalan trip
I was planning to do a post on this trip sometime earlier this year, but didn’t out of sensitivity to a terrible accident involving an irresponsible bus service company and an amazing group of artists that were on the way home from Buscalan. Many lives were lost in that accident, and it was so surreal that it should happen exactly to a group of people who were riding the same bus that we took a year ago, visiting the exact same place. As most of us have already said, we call it the “Florida Bus Accident” and not the “Kalinga, Ifugao Bus Accident” because the place had nothing to do with the misfortune. Faulty brakes and mishandling were the culprits, and it’s sad that this amazing place has to bear the brunt of a bad reputation because of a company’s error. 
Anyway, I digress. Last year, a group of friends and I went to Buscalan in Kalinga to visit the famous mambabatok Fang-Od, one of the last tattoo artists to uphold this ancient style of skin engraving. I didn’t get one myself, but it has been one of the best local trips I’ve experienced. Apart from the tattoos, we did a few other unforgettable things. I swear you’d have to visit Buscalan yourself to see how impeccably the light hits this quaint and peaceful village. The hospitality is top notch and the top-load jeepney ride to the village was breathtaking. 
More images on this trip to come. Tomorrow, I’ll be visiting Osaka for a short vacation. I’m really excited to take photos and get out of this dry spell that I’ve been having all year.  Some images from last year’s Buscalan trip
I was planning to do a post on this trip sometime earlier this year, but didn’t out of sensitivity to a terrible accident involving an irresponsible bus service company and an amazing group of artists that were on the way home from Buscalan. Many lives were lost in that accident, and it was so surreal that it should happen exactly to a group of people who were riding the same bus that we took a year ago, visiting the exact same place. As most of us have already said, we call it the “Florida Bus Accident” and not the “Kalinga, Ifugao Bus Accident” because the place had nothing to do with the misfortune. Faulty brakes and mishandling were the culprits, and it’s sad that this amazing place has to bear the brunt of a bad reputation because of a company’s error. 
Anyway, I digress. Last year, a group of friends and I went to Buscalan in Kalinga to visit the famous mambabatok Fang-Od, one of the last tattoo artists to uphold this ancient style of skin engraving. I didn’t get one myself, but it has been one of the best local trips I’ve experienced. Apart from the tattoos, we did a few other unforgettable things. I swear you’d have to visit Buscalan yourself to see how impeccably the light hits this quaint and peaceful village. The hospitality is top notch and the top-load jeepney ride to the village was breathtaking. 
More images on this trip to come. Tomorrow, I’ll be visiting Osaka for a short vacation. I’m really excited to take photos and get out of this dry spell that I’ve been having all year.  Some images from last year’s Buscalan trip
I was planning to do a post on this trip sometime earlier this year, but didn’t out of sensitivity to a terrible accident involving an irresponsible bus service company and an amazing group of artists that were on the way home from Buscalan. Many lives were lost in that accident, and it was so surreal that it should happen exactly to a group of people who were riding the same bus that we took a year ago, visiting the exact same place. As most of us have already said, we call it the “Florida Bus Accident” and not the “Kalinga, Ifugao Bus Accident” because the place had nothing to do with the misfortune. Faulty brakes and mishandling were the culprits, and it’s sad that this amazing place has to bear the brunt of a bad reputation because of a company’s error. 
Anyway, I digress. Last year, a group of friends and I went to Buscalan in Kalinga to visit the famous mambabatok Fang-Od, one of the last tattoo artists to uphold this ancient style of skin engraving. I didn’t get one myself, but it has been one of the best local trips I’ve experienced. Apart from the tattoos, we did a few other unforgettable things. I swear you’d have to visit Buscalan yourself to see how impeccably the light hits this quaint and peaceful village. The hospitality is top notch and the top-load jeepney ride to the village was breathtaking. 
More images on this trip to come. Tomorrow, I’ll be visiting Osaka for a short vacation. I’m really excited to take photos and get out of this dry spell that I’ve been having all year.  Some images from last year’s Buscalan trip
I was planning to do a post on this trip sometime earlier this year, but didn’t out of sensitivity to a terrible accident involving an irresponsible bus service company and an amazing group of artists that were on the way home from Buscalan. Many lives were lost in that accident, and it was so surreal that it should happen exactly to a group of people who were riding the same bus that we took a year ago, visiting the exact same place. As most of us have already said, we call it the “Florida Bus Accident” and not the “Kalinga, Ifugao Bus Accident” because the place had nothing to do with the misfortune. Faulty brakes and mishandling were the culprits, and it’s sad that this amazing place has to bear the brunt of a bad reputation because of a company’s error. 
Anyway, I digress. Last year, a group of friends and I went to Buscalan in Kalinga to visit the famous mambabatok Fang-Od, one of the last tattoo artists to uphold this ancient style of skin engraving. I didn’t get one myself, but it has been one of the best local trips I’ve experienced. Apart from the tattoos, we did a few other unforgettable things. I swear you’d have to visit Buscalan yourself to see how impeccably the light hits this quaint and peaceful village. The hospitality is top notch and the top-load jeepney ride to the village was breathtaking. 
More images on this trip to come. Tomorrow, I’ll be visiting Osaka for a short vacation. I’m really excited to take photos and get out of this dry spell that I’ve been having all year.  Some images from last year’s Buscalan trip
I was planning to do a post on this trip sometime earlier this year, but didn’t out of sensitivity to a terrible accident involving an irresponsible bus service company and an amazing group of artists that were on the way home from Buscalan. Many lives were lost in that accident, and it was so surreal that it should happen exactly to a group of people who were riding the same bus that we took a year ago, visiting the exact same place. As most of us have already said, we call it the “Florida Bus Accident” and not the “Kalinga, Ifugao Bus Accident” because the place had nothing to do with the misfortune. Faulty brakes and mishandling were the culprits, and it’s sad that this amazing place has to bear the brunt of a bad reputation because of a company’s error. 
Anyway, I digress. Last year, a group of friends and I went to Buscalan in Kalinga to visit the famous mambabatok Fang-Od, one of the last tattoo artists to uphold this ancient style of skin engraving. I didn’t get one myself, but it has been one of the best local trips I’ve experienced. Apart from the tattoos, we did a few other unforgettable things. I swear you’d have to visit Buscalan yourself to see how impeccably the light hits this quaint and peaceful village. The hospitality is top notch and the top-load jeepney ride to the village was breathtaking. 
More images on this trip to come. Tomorrow, I’ll be visiting Osaka for a short vacation. I’m really excited to take photos and get out of this dry spell that I’ve been having all year.  Some images from last year’s Buscalan trip
I was planning to do a post on this trip sometime earlier this year, but didn’t out of sensitivity to a terrible accident involving an irresponsible bus service company and an amazing group of artists that were on the way home from Buscalan. Many lives were lost in that accident, and it was so surreal that it should happen exactly to a group of people who were riding the same bus that we took a year ago, visiting the exact same place. As most of us have already said, we call it the “Florida Bus Accident” and not the “Kalinga, Ifugao Bus Accident” because the place had nothing to do with the misfortune. Faulty brakes and mishandling were the culprits, and it’s sad that this amazing place has to bear the brunt of a bad reputation because of a company’s error. 
Anyway, I digress. Last year, a group of friends and I went to Buscalan in Kalinga to visit the famous mambabatok Fang-Od, one of the last tattoo artists to uphold this ancient style of skin engraving. I didn’t get one myself, but it has been one of the best local trips I’ve experienced. Apart from the tattoos, we did a few other unforgettable things. I swear you’d have to visit Buscalan yourself to see how impeccably the light hits this quaint and peaceful village. The hospitality is top notch and the top-load jeepney ride to the village was breathtaking. 
More images on this trip to come. Tomorrow, I’ll be visiting Osaka for a short vacation. I’m really excited to take photos and get out of this dry spell that I’ve been having all year.  Some images from last year’s Buscalan trip
I was planning to do a post on this trip sometime earlier this year, but didn’t out of sensitivity to a terrible accident involving an irresponsible bus service company and an amazing group of artists that were on the way home from Buscalan. Many lives were lost in that accident, and it was so surreal that it should happen exactly to a group of people who were riding the same bus that we took a year ago, visiting the exact same place. As most of us have already said, we call it the “Florida Bus Accident” and not the “Kalinga, Ifugao Bus Accident” because the place had nothing to do with the misfortune. Faulty brakes and mishandling were the culprits, and it’s sad that this amazing place has to bear the brunt of a bad reputation because of a company’s error. 
Anyway, I digress. Last year, a group of friends and I went to Buscalan in Kalinga to visit the famous mambabatok Fang-Od, one of the last tattoo artists to uphold this ancient style of skin engraving. I didn’t get one myself, but it has been one of the best local trips I’ve experienced. Apart from the tattoos, we did a few other unforgettable things. I swear you’d have to visit Buscalan yourself to see how impeccably the light hits this quaint and peaceful village. The hospitality is top notch and the top-load jeepney ride to the village was breathtaking. 
More images on this trip to come. Tomorrow, I’ll be visiting Osaka for a short vacation. I’m really excited to take photos and get out of this dry spell that I’ve been having all year.  Some images from last year’s Buscalan trip
I was planning to do a post on this trip sometime earlier this year, but didn’t out of sensitivity to a terrible accident involving an irresponsible bus service company and an amazing group of artists that were on the way home from Buscalan. Many lives were lost in that accident, and it was so surreal that it should happen exactly to a group of people who were riding the same bus that we took a year ago, visiting the exact same place. As most of us have already said, we call it the “Florida Bus Accident” and not the “Kalinga, Ifugao Bus Accident” because the place had nothing to do with the misfortune. Faulty brakes and mishandling were the culprits, and it’s sad that this amazing place has to bear the brunt of a bad reputation because of a company’s error. 
Anyway, I digress. Last year, a group of friends and I went to Buscalan in Kalinga to visit the famous mambabatok Fang-Od, one of the last tattoo artists to uphold this ancient style of skin engraving. I didn’t get one myself, but it has been one of the best local trips I’ve experienced. Apart from the tattoos, we did a few other unforgettable things. I swear you’d have to visit Buscalan yourself to see how impeccably the light hits this quaint and peaceful village. The hospitality is top notch and the top-load jeepney ride to the village was breathtaking. 
More images on this trip to come. Tomorrow, I’ll be visiting Osaka for a short vacation. I’m really excited to take photos and get out of this dry spell that I’ve been having all year.  Some images from last year’s Buscalan trip
I was planning to do a post on this trip sometime earlier this year, but didn’t out of sensitivity to a terrible accident involving an irresponsible bus service company and an amazing group of artists that were on the way home from Buscalan. Many lives were lost in that accident, and it was so surreal that it should happen exactly to a group of people who were riding the same bus that we took a year ago, visiting the exact same place. As most of us have already said, we call it the “Florida Bus Accident” and not the “Kalinga, Ifugao Bus Accident” because the place had nothing to do with the misfortune. Faulty brakes and mishandling were the culprits, and it’s sad that this amazing place has to bear the brunt of a bad reputation because of a company’s error. 
Anyway, I digress. Last year, a group of friends and I went to Buscalan in Kalinga to visit the famous mambabatok Fang-Od, one of the last tattoo artists to uphold this ancient style of skin engraving. I didn’t get one myself, but it has been one of the best local trips I’ve experienced. Apart from the tattoos, we did a few other unforgettable things. I swear you’d have to visit Buscalan yourself to see how impeccably the light hits this quaint and peaceful village. The hospitality is top notch and the top-load jeepney ride to the village was breathtaking. 
More images on this trip to come. Tomorrow, I’ll be visiting Osaka for a short vacation. I’m really excited to take photos and get out of this dry spell that I’ve been having all year. 

Some images from last year’s Buscalan trip

I was planning to do a post on this trip sometime earlier this year, but didn’t out of sensitivity to a terrible accident involving an irresponsible bus service company and an amazing group of artists that were on the way home from Buscalan. Many lives were lost in that accident, and it was so surreal that it should happen exactly to a group of people who were riding the same bus that we took a year ago, visiting the exact same place. As most of us have already said, we call it the “Florida Bus Accident” and not the “Kalinga, Ifugao Bus Accident” because the place had nothing to do with the misfortune. Faulty brakes and mishandling were the culprits, and it’s sad that this amazing place has to bear the brunt of a bad reputation because of a company’s error. 

Anyway, I digress. Last year, a group of friends and I went to Buscalan in Kalinga to visit the famous mambabatok Fang-Od, one of the last tattoo artists to uphold this ancient style of skin engraving. I didn’t get one myself, but it has been one of the best local trips I’ve experienced. Apart from the tattoos, we did a few other unforgettable things. I swear you’d have to visit Buscalan yourself to see how impeccably the light hits this quaint and peaceful village. The hospitality is top notch and the top-load jeepney ride to the village was breathtaking. 

More images on this trip to come. Tomorrow, I’ll be visiting Osaka for a short vacation. I’m really excited to take photos and get out of this dry spell that I’ve been having all year. 

Maleldo. Good Friday Lenten Rites in San Pedro, Cutud
It’s been a while since I was home for Holy Week, so I went to Cutud with my dad for the first time. It’s an easy drive from Manila to San Fernando, about an hour and a half at most. Apologies for the graphic nature of the photos. I personally don’t believe in flagellation and nailing oneself to the cross for blessings, but I believe that people have different ways towards their faith, even though these rites have turned out to be quite the spectacle.  Maleldo. Good Friday Lenten Rites in San Pedro, Cutud
It’s been a while since I was home for Holy Week, so I went to Cutud with my dad for the first time. It’s an easy drive from Manila to San Fernando, about an hour and a half at most. Apologies for the graphic nature of the photos. I personally don’t believe in flagellation and nailing oneself to the cross for blessings, but I believe that people have different ways towards their faith, even though these rites have turned out to be quite the spectacle.  Maleldo. Good Friday Lenten Rites in San Pedro, Cutud
It’s been a while since I was home for Holy Week, so I went to Cutud with my dad for the first time. It’s an easy drive from Manila to San Fernando, about an hour and a half at most. Apologies for the graphic nature of the photos. I personally don’t believe in flagellation and nailing oneself to the cross for blessings, but I believe that people have different ways towards their faith, even though these rites have turned out to be quite the spectacle.  Maleldo. Good Friday Lenten Rites in San Pedro, Cutud
It’s been a while since I was home for Holy Week, so I went to Cutud with my dad for the first time. It’s an easy drive from Manila to San Fernando, about an hour and a half at most. Apologies for the graphic nature of the photos. I personally don’t believe in flagellation and nailing oneself to the cross for blessings, but I believe that people have different ways towards their faith, even though these rites have turned out to be quite the spectacle.  Maleldo. Good Friday Lenten Rites in San Pedro, Cutud
It’s been a while since I was home for Holy Week, so I went to Cutud with my dad for the first time. It’s an easy drive from Manila to San Fernando, about an hour and a half at most. Apologies for the graphic nature of the photos. I personally don’t believe in flagellation and nailing oneself to the cross for blessings, but I believe that people have different ways towards their faith, even though these rites have turned out to be quite the spectacle.  Maleldo. Good Friday Lenten Rites in San Pedro, Cutud
It’s been a while since I was home for Holy Week, so I went to Cutud with my dad for the first time. It’s an easy drive from Manila to San Fernando, about an hour and a half at most. Apologies for the graphic nature of the photos. I personally don’t believe in flagellation and nailing oneself to the cross for blessings, but I believe that people have different ways towards their faith, even though these rites have turned out to be quite the spectacle.  Maleldo. Good Friday Lenten Rites in San Pedro, Cutud
It’s been a while since I was home for Holy Week, so I went to Cutud with my dad for the first time. It’s an easy drive from Manila to San Fernando, about an hour and a half at most. Apologies for the graphic nature of the photos. I personally don’t believe in flagellation and nailing oneself to the cross for blessings, but I believe that people have different ways towards their faith, even though these rites have turned out to be quite the spectacle.  Maleldo. Good Friday Lenten Rites in San Pedro, Cutud
It’s been a while since I was home for Holy Week, so I went to Cutud with my dad for the first time. It’s an easy drive from Manila to San Fernando, about an hour and a half at most. Apologies for the graphic nature of the photos. I personally don’t believe in flagellation and nailing oneself to the cross for blessings, but I believe that people have different ways towards their faith, even though these rites have turned out to be quite the spectacle.  Maleldo. Good Friday Lenten Rites in San Pedro, Cutud
It’s been a while since I was home for Holy Week, so I went to Cutud with my dad for the first time. It’s an easy drive from Manila to San Fernando, about an hour and a half at most. Apologies for the graphic nature of the photos. I personally don’t believe in flagellation and nailing oneself to the cross for blessings, but I believe that people have different ways towards their faith, even though these rites have turned out to be quite the spectacle.  Maleldo. Good Friday Lenten Rites in San Pedro, Cutud
It’s been a while since I was home for Holy Week, so I went to Cutud with my dad for the first time. It’s an easy drive from Manila to San Fernando, about an hour and a half at most. Apologies for the graphic nature of the photos. I personally don’t believe in flagellation and nailing oneself to the cross for blessings, but I believe that people have different ways towards their faith, even though these rites have turned out to be quite the spectacle. 

Maleldo. Good Friday Lenten Rites in San Pedro, Cutud

It’s been a while since I was home for Holy Week, so I went to Cutud with my dad for the first time. It’s an easy drive from Manila to San Fernando, about an hour and a half at most. Apologies for the graphic nature of the photos. I personally don’t believe in flagellation and nailing oneself to the cross for blessings, but I believe that people have different ways towards their faith, even though these rites have turned out to be quite the spectacle. 

Seoul, South Korea 2014 
A selection of images from a recent vacation to South Korea with my friends. We departed exactly the day the ferry boat sank which explains the eerie silence we encountered at the airport. 
Nonetheless, Seoul was a pleasure to explore, such a navigable city brimming with art and a vibrant youth culture. We stayed at the Yellow Submarine Guesthouse in Hongdae and spent most of our days eating glorious Korean meat and appreciating the impressive coffee their cafes had to offer. In a word, Seoul is inspiring. We hope to come back soon (also to see our beloved boybands <3 ) 
The next photoset would probably be my photos from our experience at the airport while waiting for the arrival of a KPop boyband. Fan culture is immensely, immensely fascinating, being a fangirl myself.  Seoul, South Korea 2014 
A selection of images from a recent vacation to South Korea with my friends. We departed exactly the day the ferry boat sank which explains the eerie silence we encountered at the airport. 
Nonetheless, Seoul was a pleasure to explore, such a navigable city brimming with art and a vibrant youth culture. We stayed at the Yellow Submarine Guesthouse in Hongdae and spent most of our days eating glorious Korean meat and appreciating the impressive coffee their cafes had to offer. In a word, Seoul is inspiring. We hope to come back soon (also to see our beloved boybands <3 ) 
The next photoset would probably be my photos from our experience at the airport while waiting for the arrival of a KPop boyband. Fan culture is immensely, immensely fascinating, being a fangirl myself.  Seoul, South Korea 2014 
A selection of images from a recent vacation to South Korea with my friends. We departed exactly the day the ferry boat sank which explains the eerie silence we encountered at the airport. 
Nonetheless, Seoul was a pleasure to explore, such a navigable city brimming with art and a vibrant youth culture. We stayed at the Yellow Submarine Guesthouse in Hongdae and spent most of our days eating glorious Korean meat and appreciating the impressive coffee their cafes had to offer. In a word, Seoul is inspiring. We hope to come back soon (also to see our beloved boybands <3 ) 
The next photoset would probably be my photos from our experience at the airport while waiting for the arrival of a KPop boyband. Fan culture is immensely, immensely fascinating, being a fangirl myself.  Seoul, South Korea 2014 
A selection of images from a recent vacation to South Korea with my friends. We departed exactly the day the ferry boat sank which explains the eerie silence we encountered at the airport. 
Nonetheless, Seoul was a pleasure to explore, such a navigable city brimming with art and a vibrant youth culture. We stayed at the Yellow Submarine Guesthouse in Hongdae and spent most of our days eating glorious Korean meat and appreciating the impressive coffee their cafes had to offer. In a word, Seoul is inspiring. We hope to come back soon (also to see our beloved boybands <3 ) 
The next photoset would probably be my photos from our experience at the airport while waiting for the arrival of a KPop boyband. Fan culture is immensely, immensely fascinating, being a fangirl myself.  Seoul, South Korea 2014 
A selection of images from a recent vacation to South Korea with my friends. We departed exactly the day the ferry boat sank which explains the eerie silence we encountered at the airport. 
Nonetheless, Seoul was a pleasure to explore, such a navigable city brimming with art and a vibrant youth culture. We stayed at the Yellow Submarine Guesthouse in Hongdae and spent most of our days eating glorious Korean meat and appreciating the impressive coffee their cafes had to offer. In a word, Seoul is inspiring. We hope to come back soon (also to see our beloved boybands <3 ) 
The next photoset would probably be my photos from our experience at the airport while waiting for the arrival of a KPop boyband. Fan culture is immensely, immensely fascinating, being a fangirl myself.  Seoul, South Korea 2014 
A selection of images from a recent vacation to South Korea with my friends. We departed exactly the day the ferry boat sank which explains the eerie silence we encountered at the airport. 
Nonetheless, Seoul was a pleasure to explore, such a navigable city brimming with art and a vibrant youth culture. We stayed at the Yellow Submarine Guesthouse in Hongdae and spent most of our days eating glorious Korean meat and appreciating the impressive coffee their cafes had to offer. In a word, Seoul is inspiring. We hope to come back soon (also to see our beloved boybands <3 ) 
The next photoset would probably be my photos from our experience at the airport while waiting for the arrival of a KPop boyband. Fan culture is immensely, immensely fascinating, being a fangirl myself.  Seoul, South Korea 2014 
A selection of images from a recent vacation to South Korea with my friends. We departed exactly the day the ferry boat sank which explains the eerie silence we encountered at the airport. 
Nonetheless, Seoul was a pleasure to explore, such a navigable city brimming with art and a vibrant youth culture. We stayed at the Yellow Submarine Guesthouse in Hongdae and spent most of our days eating glorious Korean meat and appreciating the impressive coffee their cafes had to offer. In a word, Seoul is inspiring. We hope to come back soon (also to see our beloved boybands <3 ) 
The next photoset would probably be my photos from our experience at the airport while waiting for the arrival of a KPop boyband. Fan culture is immensely, immensely fascinating, being a fangirl myself.  Seoul, South Korea 2014 
A selection of images from a recent vacation to South Korea with my friends. We departed exactly the day the ferry boat sank which explains the eerie silence we encountered at the airport. 
Nonetheless, Seoul was a pleasure to explore, such a navigable city brimming with art and a vibrant youth culture. We stayed at the Yellow Submarine Guesthouse in Hongdae and spent most of our days eating glorious Korean meat and appreciating the impressive coffee their cafes had to offer. In a word, Seoul is inspiring. We hope to come back soon (also to see our beloved boybands <3 ) 
The next photoset would probably be my photos from our experience at the airport while waiting for the arrival of a KPop boyband. Fan culture is immensely, immensely fascinating, being a fangirl myself.  Seoul, South Korea 2014 
A selection of images from a recent vacation to South Korea with my friends. We departed exactly the day the ferry boat sank which explains the eerie silence we encountered at the airport. 
Nonetheless, Seoul was a pleasure to explore, such a navigable city brimming with art and a vibrant youth culture. We stayed at the Yellow Submarine Guesthouse in Hongdae and spent most of our days eating glorious Korean meat and appreciating the impressive coffee their cafes had to offer. In a word, Seoul is inspiring. We hope to come back soon (also to see our beloved boybands <3 ) 
The next photoset would probably be my photos from our experience at the airport while waiting for the arrival of a KPop boyband. Fan culture is immensely, immensely fascinating, being a fangirl myself.  Seoul, South Korea 2014 
A selection of images from a recent vacation to South Korea with my friends. We departed exactly the day the ferry boat sank which explains the eerie silence we encountered at the airport. 
Nonetheless, Seoul was a pleasure to explore, such a navigable city brimming with art and a vibrant youth culture. We stayed at the Yellow Submarine Guesthouse in Hongdae and spent most of our days eating glorious Korean meat and appreciating the impressive coffee their cafes had to offer. In a word, Seoul is inspiring. We hope to come back soon (also to see our beloved boybands <3 ) 
The next photoset would probably be my photos from our experience at the airport while waiting for the arrival of a KPop boyband. Fan culture is immensely, immensely fascinating, being a fangirl myself. 

Seoul, South Korea 2014 

A selection of images from a recent vacation to South Korea with my friends. We departed exactly the day the ferry boat sank which explains the eerie silence we encountered at the airport. 

Nonetheless, Seoul was a pleasure to explore, such a navigable city brimming with art and a vibrant youth culture. We stayed at the Yellow Submarine Guesthouse in Hongdae and spent most of our days eating glorious Korean meat and appreciating the impressive coffee their cafes had to offer. In a word, Seoul is inspiring. We hope to come back soon (also to see our beloved boybands <3 ) 

The next photoset would probably be my photos from our experience at the airport while waiting for the arrival of a KPop boyband. Fan culture is immensely, immensely fascinating, being a fangirl myself. 

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Strangers
Without a doubt, one of my favorite parts of traveling are the photos I take of unsuspecting strangers. Most of the time, I love taking these photos even more than the scenery or the destination, I think it&#8217;s a fascinating thing to capture a face that I&#8217;ll probably never see again.
When other people browse through my camera, they wonder why I seem to have more pictures of unfamiliar faces than of people that I know. I&#8217;m not always sure how to answer them without seeming like a total stalker.
I think we all have a secret voyeur inside of us.    Strangers
Without a doubt, one of my favorite parts of traveling are the photos I take of unsuspecting strangers. Most of the time, I love taking these photos even more than the scenery or the destination, I think it&#8217;s a fascinating thing to capture a face that I&#8217;ll probably never see again.
When other people browse through my camera, they wonder why I seem to have more pictures of unfamiliar faces than of people that I know. I&#8217;m not always sure how to answer them without seeming like a total stalker.
I think we all have a secret voyeur inside of us.    Strangers
Without a doubt, one of my favorite parts of traveling are the photos I take of unsuspecting strangers. Most of the time, I love taking these photos even more than the scenery or the destination, I think it&#8217;s a fascinating thing to capture a face that I&#8217;ll probably never see again.
When other people browse through my camera, they wonder why I seem to have more pictures of unfamiliar faces than of people that I know. I&#8217;m not always sure how to answer them without seeming like a total stalker.
I think we all have a secret voyeur inside of us.    Strangers
Without a doubt, one of my favorite parts of traveling are the photos I take of unsuspecting strangers. Most of the time, I love taking these photos even more than the scenery or the destination, I think it&#8217;s a fascinating thing to capture a face that I&#8217;ll probably never see again.
When other people browse through my camera, they wonder why I seem to have more pictures of unfamiliar faces than of people that I know. I&#8217;m not always sure how to answer them without seeming like a total stalker.
I think we all have a secret voyeur inside of us.    Strangers
Without a doubt, one of my favorite parts of traveling are the photos I take of unsuspecting strangers. Most of the time, I love taking these photos even more than the scenery or the destination, I think it&#8217;s a fascinating thing to capture a face that I&#8217;ll probably never see again.
When other people browse through my camera, they wonder why I seem to have more pictures of unfamiliar faces than of people that I know. I&#8217;m not always sure how to answer them without seeming like a total stalker.
I think we all have a secret voyeur inside of us.    Strangers
Without a doubt, one of my favorite parts of traveling are the photos I take of unsuspecting strangers. Most of the time, I love taking these photos even more than the scenery or the destination, I think it&#8217;s a fascinating thing to capture a face that I&#8217;ll probably never see again.
When other people browse through my camera, they wonder why I seem to have more pictures of unfamiliar faces than of people that I know. I&#8217;m not always sure how to answer them without seeming like a total stalker.
I think we all have a secret voyeur inside of us.    Strangers
Without a doubt, one of my favorite parts of traveling are the photos I take of unsuspecting strangers. Most of the time, I love taking these photos even more than the scenery or the destination, I think it&#8217;s a fascinating thing to capture a face that I&#8217;ll probably never see again.
When other people browse through my camera, they wonder why I seem to have more pictures of unfamiliar faces than of people that I know. I&#8217;m not always sure how to answer them without seeming like a total stalker.
I think we all have a secret voyeur inside of us.    Strangers
Without a doubt, one of my favorite parts of traveling are the photos I take of unsuspecting strangers. Most of the time, I love taking these photos even more than the scenery or the destination, I think it&#8217;s a fascinating thing to capture a face that I&#8217;ll probably never see again.
When other people browse through my camera, they wonder why I seem to have more pictures of unfamiliar faces than of people that I know. I&#8217;m not always sure how to answer them without seeming like a total stalker.
I think we all have a secret voyeur inside of us.    Strangers
Without a doubt, one of my favorite parts of traveling are the photos I take of unsuspecting strangers. Most of the time, I love taking these photos even more than the scenery or the destination, I think it&#8217;s a fascinating thing to capture a face that I&#8217;ll probably never see again.
When other people browse through my camera, they wonder why I seem to have more pictures of unfamiliar faces than of people that I know. I&#8217;m not always sure how to answer them without seeming like a total stalker.
I think we all have a secret voyeur inside of us.    Strangers
Without a doubt, one of my favorite parts of traveling are the photos I take of unsuspecting strangers. Most of the time, I love taking these photos even more than the scenery or the destination, I think it&#8217;s a fascinating thing to capture a face that I&#8217;ll probably never see again.
When other people browse through my camera, they wonder why I seem to have more pictures of unfamiliar faces than of people that I know. I&#8217;m not always sure how to answer them without seeming like a total stalker.
I think we all have a secret voyeur inside of us.   

Strangers

Without a doubt, one of my favorite parts of traveling are the photos I take of unsuspecting strangers. Most of the time, I love taking these photos even more than the scenery or the destination, I think it’s a fascinating thing to capture a face that I’ll probably never see again.

When other people browse through my camera, they wonder why I seem to have more pictures of unfamiliar faces than of people that I know. I’m not always sure how to answer them without seeming like a total stalker.

I think we all have a secret voyeur inside of us.   

Chinese New Year 2014
Nothing fancy this year, no chasing of fire-blowers and street performers, I just wanted to spend the afternoon with my dad, eating lumpia and strolling along the crowded streets of Binondo. 
On the sixth photo, there’s an interesting scene of some kids making a makeshift lion with a piece of cloth and a fruit basket :)  Chinese New Year 2014
Nothing fancy this year, no chasing of fire-blowers and street performers, I just wanted to spend the afternoon with my dad, eating lumpia and strolling along the crowded streets of Binondo. 
On the sixth photo, there’s an interesting scene of some kids making a makeshift lion with a piece of cloth and a fruit basket :)  Chinese New Year 2014
Nothing fancy this year, no chasing of fire-blowers and street performers, I just wanted to spend the afternoon with my dad, eating lumpia and strolling along the crowded streets of Binondo. 
On the sixth photo, there’s an interesting scene of some kids making a makeshift lion with a piece of cloth and a fruit basket :)  Chinese New Year 2014
Nothing fancy this year, no chasing of fire-blowers and street performers, I just wanted to spend the afternoon with my dad, eating lumpia and strolling along the crowded streets of Binondo. 
On the sixth photo, there’s an interesting scene of some kids making a makeshift lion with a piece of cloth and a fruit basket :)  Chinese New Year 2014
Nothing fancy this year, no chasing of fire-blowers and street performers, I just wanted to spend the afternoon with my dad, eating lumpia and strolling along the crowded streets of Binondo. 
On the sixth photo, there’s an interesting scene of some kids making a makeshift lion with a piece of cloth and a fruit basket :)  Chinese New Year 2014
Nothing fancy this year, no chasing of fire-blowers and street performers, I just wanted to spend the afternoon with my dad, eating lumpia and strolling along the crowded streets of Binondo. 
On the sixth photo, there’s an interesting scene of some kids making a makeshift lion with a piece of cloth and a fruit basket :)  Chinese New Year 2014
Nothing fancy this year, no chasing of fire-blowers and street performers, I just wanted to spend the afternoon with my dad, eating lumpia and strolling along the crowded streets of Binondo. 
On the sixth photo, there’s an interesting scene of some kids making a makeshift lion with a piece of cloth and a fruit basket :)  Chinese New Year 2014
Nothing fancy this year, no chasing of fire-blowers and street performers, I just wanted to spend the afternoon with my dad, eating lumpia and strolling along the crowded streets of Binondo. 
On the sixth photo, there’s an interesting scene of some kids making a makeshift lion with a piece of cloth and a fruit basket :)  Chinese New Year 2014
Nothing fancy this year, no chasing of fire-blowers and street performers, I just wanted to spend the afternoon with my dad, eating lumpia and strolling along the crowded streets of Binondo. 
On the sixth photo, there’s an interesting scene of some kids making a makeshift lion with a piece of cloth and a fruit basket :)  Chinese New Year 2014
Nothing fancy this year, no chasing of fire-blowers and street performers, I just wanted to spend the afternoon with my dad, eating lumpia and strolling along the crowded streets of Binondo. 
On the sixth photo, there’s an interesting scene of some kids making a makeshift lion with a piece of cloth and a fruit basket :) 

Chinese New Year 2014

Nothing fancy this year, no chasing of fire-blowers and street performers, I just wanted to spend the afternoon with my dad, eating lumpia and strolling along the crowded streets of Binondo. 

On the sixth photo, there’s an interesting scene of some kids making a makeshift lion with a piece of cloth and a fruit basket :) 

Boracay Sunset 2013
I used to dislike beaches, but not as much anymore upon seeing Boracay’s afternoon glow for the first time :)  Boracay Sunset 2013
I used to dislike beaches, but not as much anymore upon seeing Boracay’s afternoon glow for the first time :) 

Boracay Sunset 2013

I used to dislike beaches, but not as much anymore upon seeing Boracay’s afternoon glow for the first time :) 

Q

aguywhoeatskwek-kwek asked:

Hey, i just want to say that i am really "natutuwa" to see your pictures. Napapangiti ako. ANG GALING NIYO PO. I'm hoping to have a great gift like yours. God bless po :)

A

Thank you! Napangiti rin ako :) Kayang-kaya mo rin yan basta shoot lang nang shoot :D 

Juan Portrait 2014
I&#8217;ve tried to be really active in this organization I&#8217;m a part of. It&#8217;s called Juan Portrait and essentially, what we do is to give portraits to people who wouldn&#8217;t normally get opportunities to be taken pictures of. We lug around our cameras and take portraits of people (with their permission, of course) and print them out with our trusty Selphy printer. Apart from portraits, we bundle in goodwill events with goods, activities like storytelling and teaching, parties and the like. Looking forward to more in 2014 :)
Portraits above are from 5 different Juan Portrait events, Anawim: A home for the aged in northern Manila. Paktil: A small mountain village in Benguet. Pahiyum: To give portraits to the displaced families from Tacloban and Leyte. 100 Street Portraits in Manila: Where we gave portraits to the everyday people in Quiapo, Manila. And finally for the 2nd year anniversary of the organization, we threw a Christmas party for the kids at the Philippine Children&#8217;s Medical Center. Juan Portrait 2014
I&#8217;ve tried to be really active in this organization I&#8217;m a part of. It&#8217;s called Juan Portrait and essentially, what we do is to give portraits to people who wouldn&#8217;t normally get opportunities to be taken pictures of. We lug around our cameras and take portraits of people (with their permission, of course) and print them out with our trusty Selphy printer. Apart from portraits, we bundle in goodwill events with goods, activities like storytelling and teaching, parties and the like. Looking forward to more in 2014 :)
Portraits above are from 5 different Juan Portrait events, Anawim: A home for the aged in northern Manila. Paktil: A small mountain village in Benguet. Pahiyum: To give portraits to the displaced families from Tacloban and Leyte. 100 Street Portraits in Manila: Where we gave portraits to the everyday people in Quiapo, Manila. And finally for the 2nd year anniversary of the organization, we threw a Christmas party for the kids at the Philippine Children&#8217;s Medical Center. Juan Portrait 2014
I&#8217;ve tried to be really active in this organization I&#8217;m a part of. It&#8217;s called Juan Portrait and essentially, what we do is to give portraits to people who wouldn&#8217;t normally get opportunities to be taken pictures of. We lug around our cameras and take portraits of people (with their permission, of course) and print them out with our trusty Selphy printer. Apart from portraits, we bundle in goodwill events with goods, activities like storytelling and teaching, parties and the like. Looking forward to more in 2014 :)
Portraits above are from 5 different Juan Portrait events, Anawim: A home for the aged in northern Manila. Paktil: A small mountain village in Benguet. Pahiyum: To give portraits to the displaced families from Tacloban and Leyte. 100 Street Portraits in Manila: Where we gave portraits to the everyday people in Quiapo, Manila. And finally for the 2nd year anniversary of the organization, we threw a Christmas party for the kids at the Philippine Children&#8217;s Medical Center. Juan Portrait 2014
I&#8217;ve tried to be really active in this organization I&#8217;m a part of. It&#8217;s called Juan Portrait and essentially, what we do is to give portraits to people who wouldn&#8217;t normally get opportunities to be taken pictures of. We lug around our cameras and take portraits of people (with their permission, of course) and print them out with our trusty Selphy printer. Apart from portraits, we bundle in goodwill events with goods, activities like storytelling and teaching, parties and the like. Looking forward to more in 2014 :)
Portraits above are from 5 different Juan Portrait events, Anawim: A home for the aged in northern Manila. Paktil: A small mountain village in Benguet. Pahiyum: To give portraits to the displaced families from Tacloban and Leyte. 100 Street Portraits in Manila: Where we gave portraits to the everyday people in Quiapo, Manila. And finally for the 2nd year anniversary of the organization, we threw a Christmas party for the kids at the Philippine Children&#8217;s Medical Center. Juan Portrait 2014
I&#8217;ve tried to be really active in this organization I&#8217;m a part of. It&#8217;s called Juan Portrait and essentially, what we do is to give portraits to people who wouldn&#8217;t normally get opportunities to be taken pictures of. We lug around our cameras and take portraits of people (with their permission, of course) and print them out with our trusty Selphy printer. Apart from portraits, we bundle in goodwill events with goods, activities like storytelling and teaching, parties and the like. Looking forward to more in 2014 :)
Portraits above are from 5 different Juan Portrait events, Anawim: A home for the aged in northern Manila. Paktil: A small mountain village in Benguet. Pahiyum: To give portraits to the displaced families from Tacloban and Leyte. 100 Street Portraits in Manila: Where we gave portraits to the everyday people in Quiapo, Manila. And finally for the 2nd year anniversary of the organization, we threw a Christmas party for the kids at the Philippine Children&#8217;s Medical Center. Juan Portrait 2014
I&#8217;ve tried to be really active in this organization I&#8217;m a part of. It&#8217;s called Juan Portrait and essentially, what we do is to give portraits to people who wouldn&#8217;t normally get opportunities to be taken pictures of. We lug around our cameras and take portraits of people (with their permission, of course) and print them out with our trusty Selphy printer. Apart from portraits, we bundle in goodwill events with goods, activities like storytelling and teaching, parties and the like. Looking forward to more in 2014 :)
Portraits above are from 5 different Juan Portrait events, Anawim: A home for the aged in northern Manila. Paktil: A small mountain village in Benguet. Pahiyum: To give portraits to the displaced families from Tacloban and Leyte. 100 Street Portraits in Manila: Where we gave portraits to the everyday people in Quiapo, Manila. And finally for the 2nd year anniversary of the organization, we threw a Christmas party for the kids at the Philippine Children&#8217;s Medical Center. Juan Portrait 2014
I&#8217;ve tried to be really active in this organization I&#8217;m a part of. It&#8217;s called Juan Portrait and essentially, what we do is to give portraits to people who wouldn&#8217;t normally get opportunities to be taken pictures of. We lug around our cameras and take portraits of people (with their permission, of course) and print them out with our trusty Selphy printer. Apart from portraits, we bundle in goodwill events with goods, activities like storytelling and teaching, parties and the like. Looking forward to more in 2014 :)
Portraits above are from 5 different Juan Portrait events, Anawim: A home for the aged in northern Manila. Paktil: A small mountain village in Benguet. Pahiyum: To give portraits to the displaced families from Tacloban and Leyte. 100 Street Portraits in Manila: Where we gave portraits to the everyday people in Quiapo, Manila. And finally for the 2nd year anniversary of the organization, we threw a Christmas party for the kids at the Philippine Children&#8217;s Medical Center. Juan Portrait 2014
I&#8217;ve tried to be really active in this organization I&#8217;m a part of. It&#8217;s called Juan Portrait and essentially, what we do is to give portraits to people who wouldn&#8217;t normally get opportunities to be taken pictures of. We lug around our cameras and take portraits of people (with their permission, of course) and print them out with our trusty Selphy printer. Apart from portraits, we bundle in goodwill events with goods, activities like storytelling and teaching, parties and the like. Looking forward to more in 2014 :)
Portraits above are from 5 different Juan Portrait events, Anawim: A home for the aged in northern Manila. Paktil: A small mountain village in Benguet. Pahiyum: To give portraits to the displaced families from Tacloban and Leyte. 100 Street Portraits in Manila: Where we gave portraits to the everyday people in Quiapo, Manila. And finally for the 2nd year anniversary of the organization, we threw a Christmas party for the kids at the Philippine Children&#8217;s Medical Center. Juan Portrait 2014
I&#8217;ve tried to be really active in this organization I&#8217;m a part of. It&#8217;s called Juan Portrait and essentially, what we do is to give portraits to people who wouldn&#8217;t normally get opportunities to be taken pictures of. We lug around our cameras and take portraits of people (with their permission, of course) and print them out with our trusty Selphy printer. Apart from portraits, we bundle in goodwill events with goods, activities like storytelling and teaching, parties and the like. Looking forward to more in 2014 :)
Portraits above are from 5 different Juan Portrait events, Anawim: A home for the aged in northern Manila. Paktil: A small mountain village in Benguet. Pahiyum: To give portraits to the displaced families from Tacloban and Leyte. 100 Street Portraits in Manila: Where we gave portraits to the everyday people in Quiapo, Manila. And finally for the 2nd year anniversary of the organization, we threw a Christmas party for the kids at the Philippine Children&#8217;s Medical Center. Juan Portrait 2014
I&#8217;ve tried to be really active in this organization I&#8217;m a part of. It&#8217;s called Juan Portrait and essentially, what we do is to give portraits to people who wouldn&#8217;t normally get opportunities to be taken pictures of. We lug around our cameras and take portraits of people (with their permission, of course) and print them out with our trusty Selphy printer. Apart from portraits, we bundle in goodwill events with goods, activities like storytelling and teaching, parties and the like. Looking forward to more in 2014 :)
Portraits above are from 5 different Juan Portrait events, Anawim: A home for the aged in northern Manila. Paktil: A small mountain village in Benguet. Pahiyum: To give portraits to the displaced families from Tacloban and Leyte. 100 Street Portraits in Manila: Where we gave portraits to the everyday people in Quiapo, Manila. And finally for the 2nd year anniversary of the organization, we threw a Christmas party for the kids at the Philippine Children&#8217;s Medical Center.

Juan Portrait 2014

I’ve tried to be really active in this organization I’m a part of. It’s called Juan Portrait and essentially, what we do is to give portraits to people who wouldn’t normally get opportunities to be taken pictures of. We lug around our cameras and take portraits of people (with their permission, of course) and print them out with our trusty Selphy printer. Apart from portraits, we bundle in goodwill events with goods, activities like storytelling and teaching, parties and the like. Looking forward to more in 2014 :)

Portraits above are from 5 different Juan Portrait events, Anawim: A home for the aged in northern Manila. Paktil: A small mountain village in Benguet. Pahiyum: To give portraits to the displaced families from Tacloban and Leyte. 100 Street Portraits in Manila: Where we gave portraits to the everyday people in Quiapo, Manila. And finally for the 2nd year anniversary of the organization, we threw a Christmas party for the kids at the Philippine Children’s Medical Center.