I am 1 of the 640,000,000 inhabitants of Southeast Asia. And I am 1 of those who was just gone upset now that Uber is no longer operational in this part of the world. I am an Uber user since the time Uber started in the Philippines. It is my chosen ride-hailing firm as compared to Grab, a Singaporean-based and a more giant in my region.
Uber was my preferred ride every time I would travel back to Manila. It has prevented me from dealing with the swindler cum taxi drivers infesting the Manila airports. And though it’s no longer operational here in the Philippines, I intend to keep the Uber app in the phone.
I am an Uber user because I find it more efficient, a lot cheaper and the drivers seem more polite. I’m an Uber user that I even got to use Uber as a verb in my daily conversations with people. My admiration to Uber got more intense when I travelled solo in Istanbul. It was the ride I took when I need to spend the night in a hotel near the Istanbul airport. And when Nengkoy, my sister and I was in Bangkok, Uber was our preferred mode of transportation.
But the use of Uber would soon be so foreign to me both as an app and as a verb. Using an Uber now would only signify that I am out of my country for some travel, rest and recreation! Here’s one cute Uber Philippines commercial though…
Thanks for the short yet precious time Uber. Hoping to use you soon!
Josme! Pano Na???
Prior to doing an out-of-the-country solo journey, solo travel for me is tantamount to fear, isolation, risky, worry and boredom.
Though these concepts were at the back of my mind, my journey in Turkey was actually my third solo travel abroad. And one highlight of this Turkish adventure was my visit to the Turkish cotton cloud known as Pamukkale.
It has been a month yet I could still recall the exhilaration, joy and awe by the beauty and magnificence of Pamukkale. This huge and weird looking and shimmering show-white limestones along the mountain slopes are are such a view to behold.
And while I explore the rugged terrain on what Turkish believed to be solidified cotton and dip my feet to the warm calcium-rich spring water that drips slowly to the mountainside, I could hardly believe I was able to get there. This made me realize that solo travel for me now is synonymous to independence, freedom, inventiveness, self-determination, creativity, self-indulgence and boldness!
Kung ganyan kaganda, okay lang mag-isa. Pramis!
When you got old, when you got poor. When you got sick, when you got hungry. When you got lost, when you got heartbroken. These are the low moments in our lives when we would know the true people who cares for us.
Like what Warren Buffet said, “It is only when the tide goes out that you discover who’s been swimming naked”
Lumangoy ng naka-bomba!
After spending the whole afternoon at the mall with Nengkoy and family – watched a Filipino movie and have an early dinner treat – me and my nephew Luis decided to walk the three-and-a-half-kilometer distance from the Mall of Asia to our respective condo units in Vito Cruz. I was actually in some way thankful that there was a traffic gridlock in our place and that taxi drivers refused to have us as passengers. It is because on our way to our respective units, we instinctively slowed down, took photos and enjoyed this…
While walking the surprisingly breezy streets and intently listening to Luis about his school research/thesis, at the back of my mind I am realizing that appreciation for the beauty of nature is something that is innate and spontaneous. Since it is instinctual, it is but a natural tendency for a person to stop, stare and be captivated. It gives human beings a break from fretting over the past and a pause from worrying about the future. Captivating beauty of nature makes you feel refreshed, relieved and revitalized at that very moment.
And for those who have been overridden by the acquired imperative of the need to be urgent, of the feeling to hurry up and of the thought to get things done immediately, I simply wish that you would someday take it easy and be swooned and captivated by the natural beauty of the sunset.
Teyk it isi…
It’s eight in the evening on a Thursday. I am (again) alone with no intentions of doing anything except think of the last couple of decades. Yeah, in the last couple of decades, I did not seem to have encountered the right timing for me to meet my supposed correct and destined significant other.
It may have been a lifetime, but this will not discourage me from constantly praying and hoping that the right one, in God’s beautiful time will simply arrive. And yes I guess, when it comes to love — same as when buying ice cream — some actually prefer to wait in line even if they can get the same thing from another store without queuing.
But waiting and working on this for the last couple of years seem to become quite more of a difficult task. Each time I got to meet someone, work on a possible connection and ends up with nothing was like playing Super Mario Brothers all over again. I was like the Mario (of the Nintendo arcade game) jumping on top of Koopa Troopas, breaking bricks and climbing flag poles, crawling through sewages and kicking Goombas only to be told at the end gate of the Mushroom Kingdom that the person I am looking for is in another castle.
And yet, may I already be on the latest Super Mario Galaxy Deluxe version or not in the stage of my life, I will not stop playing. I will never stop wishing, I will never cease finding and I will never tire hoping until I meet that partner who is meant for me at the ultimate and final gate of the Mushroom Kingdom.
And when I got to meet that person at the final gate of the last Mushroom Kingdom I will definitely gonna sing this song…
ken ay bi yor…