Yangon In Retrospect

Shwedagon Pagoda, solemn in the early morning

“Filipina! Same same as Burmese.” 
“Yes, same face as Filipinos.” 
“Welcome to Burma!”
The immigration officer said with a wonderful smile. The humidity of Yangon was welcoming along with the Burmese guy from the hostel who picked me up from the airport. And of course, Patti, who would become one of the people who I’d travelled with in Burma. And who’d help educate me more about the country. 

On 2012, Life's Unpredictability, and Moments' Impermanence

Pai, January 2012 / Bagan, Dec 2012

*Written while waiting for my flight back home. Realizations here are sometimes simple and apparent. But as with anything, writing it down reminds us of the simple things we once thought to be complex. 

I started and will end this year travelling. It’s interesting and overwhelming sometimes how this year has been so unpredictable. I fell in love, I changed my plans for someone, I started a new job, I got my own place, I got hurt, nothing made sense, I quit my job again, I felt hopeless, I travelled, I met amazing people, I saw beautiful landscapes, I witnessed beautiful sunsets, I got intrigued and captivated by a new country, and then I am happy again.