I Wake Up Tentacular

In Coron, the weather is steadily feral and unaccommodating. Besides Mt. Tapyas, every ideal pretty place to hang out in and contemplate the apocalypse, every pretty place is a boat ride away. I've been renting a room at the foot of the mountain. Every morning, I go on a pilgrimage to hike, anticipate the sunrise, and draw the skyburn inside my eyes. To purge every molecule of shitty vibe absorbed from the day before. So I am clean for the day ahead. Then again, this is my own little religion, my everyday ritual, patterned after my sketchy vision of nature. I sweat out into poses later and climb a strangler tree to read a book, before heading back home for shower and writing work. Or I visit my favorite bar, talk to artists and musicians, and pretend to be interesting.

Every morning, I go on a pilgrimage to hike, anticipate the sunrise, and draw the skyburn inside my eyes.

So far, I've been around El Nido and Coron. I guess my only favorite spot is eastern El Nido during Amihan season. Other than that, the heat reigns supreme. I'm darkly sunbaked from staying outdoors too long I can pass off as a tree. I am a tree. Currently in a relationship with a tree. The strangler tree, or balete tree, I climb it almost everyday. I talk to it, and it me. I love touching its heavy trunk, its sinuous, crawly branches, and cooling myself in the shade of its green leaves, cracked with soft sun. Giant red ants and pointy-beaked black birds live there too. And together we make up a small ecosystem of transient animals feeding off the tree's sacred spaces.

By Tuesday, I'm having my sidebelly inked with a huge octopus tattoo. In a recurring dream I wake up an animal. I wake up a ghastly octopus, gravitating in a dark and heavy, cold place. Deaf and blind, I grasp the world merely by tentacular feeling. My choice of weapon is black ink, my only mode of expression, drawn from the ancient juice of the ocean. Maybe the octopus is my personal inner beast. If I were born an animal, I must be tentacular.

Maybe the octopus is my personal inner beast. If I were born an animal, I must be tentacular.

I met an artist in town, who is similarly a nomad. He said the best place he's ever lived in the country is in Sagada. Ideal. Maybe I will move there soon. In the meantime my quest of a writing sanctuary (and home) continues.

// Apr 2017

Hello there, Coron

I may be slowly turning into a sunworshipper. Eek.
Awesome spot to practice kriyas daily.

// Apr 2017

Chasing Bliss

I'm diving into a new experiment: living without money. While I'm not yet completely moneyless (I still have an ATM and a credit card, and still spend on rent and food), I've been slowly easing my way out of The System, The Soul-Sucking Workforce, and The Suicidal Consumerist Economy. Along the way I'm discovering a different kind of fix, one that fattens my spirit and nothing else. None of the following things can ever be bought or commercialized, and yet they're far more intoxicating than the everyday, store-bought paperbag of happiness. With little writing work and so much free time in my hands, I've been chasing bliss towards wherever it leads me.

  1. Exploring a new island on my own. Solo traveling is just as intimate as curling up with an impressionistic book. But unlike imagining scenes, you're launched into a 3D, HD-quality type of story.
  2. Meeting local and foreign nationals. This is probably the biggest spice I have of traveling alone. Also, I've met my muse, my surf-riding darkling.
  3. Feeling the ocean breeze. Some days I just while the time away on a hammock by the beach, shutting my eyes and feeling the ocean breathing on my skin.
  4. Biking on the open road. Freewheeling and baked in the sun, I go wherever I feel like it and end up in surprising places locals themselves don't even know about.
  5. Reading a book. Gave away my entire library and have either been reading on my tablet or borrowing books from hotels. Travelers from the world over leave plenty of good books behind.
  6. Swimming far out in the sea. Purging, healing, revitalizing, swimming in the sea pulls me back into the aqueous womb of the earth.
  7. Petting baby animals along the road. To replace my addiction to watching youtube vids of cuddly animals. XD
  8. Getting stoked on the sunrise everyday. I haven't missed a sunrise since January! Light is my new alarm clock.
  9. Birdwatching. Sighting plenty of various bird species is an everyday occurrence.
  10. Experimenting with one less thing one at a time. Going towards ultralight, I'm shaving off one thing at a time from my backpack. Everything I own is now under 10 kg.
  11. Helping people out. Currently lending a hand to an archaeologist setting up a museum in El Nido, among others.
  12. Drinking coconut juice. My favorite refreshment next to plain old water. You just yank it off a tree and hack the top off. Yum!
  13. Having a nap or picnic in the shade of trees. My room is just where I dump my stuff. Everything I do is outdoors, even my office.
  14. Hitchhiking to remote beaches. Aw, the joys of hitchhiking! Every driver I meet on the road is swelling with a generous heart.
  15. Sharing my spoils of the day (mostly food) with my neighbors. Just because they give me plenty of free food, mostly harvested produce or just picked from our backyard.
  16. Brewing lemongrass tea. The grass I just pull out from the earth, wash the dirt off, and steep in hot water.
  17. Soaking up in the view of islands and the ocean from a mountaintop. Something I can never have but have already stashed away in my memory.
  18. Listening to eclectic music. My new digs come from other nomads on the road.
  19. Gazing at the spray of the milky way in the black night. The universe is one deep monstrous cavern and we are but one trifling sparkle. And yet we sparkle.
  20. Building daily habits towards zero waste. Because I'm devoted to saving the environment and eventually being an activist.
  21. Watching kiteboarders surf and defy the forces of nature. Most afternoons I just sit back on the east coast and watch these junkies soar in between wind and water.
  22. Fishing in the calm and clear sea under a bright, full moon. I don't eat fish anymore, but I hitch on fishermen's boats just to hang out and watch.
  23. Immersing in Cuyonon culture. Not only am I immersing myself in this but helping out in their cultural programs.
  24. Getting high on the scent of tree blossoms. My landlady's choice of drug are flowers. I don't even have to stop and smell these things. They're everywhere!
  25. Shopping for fresh fruits and vegetables. Since there is no fridge (not to mention electricity!) where I live, I buy fresh produce everyday.
  26. Eating cheap and yummy vegan food. March marks my first vegan anniversary. The transition has been hellish and lonely but definitely worth every effort.
  27. Listening to the sound of a typhoon. On my first night in eastern El Nido, I thought there was a storm outside, what with the sound of downpour and the thrashing of trees. But nooo, it was only Amihan mimicking the onslaught of a typhoon.
  28. Cranking into yoga poses on the beach. I used to despise yoga, but now my body cannot be booted into a new day without breathing fire into gratifyingly painful poses.
  29. Writing my first novel. Ah, art. Possibly the only thing I can't live without next to air.
  30. Inhaling the deliciously clean ocean air. This is what I left the city for: to breathe and be seduced once again into the simplicity of being alive.

// Mar 2017

Palawan Sunrise

Been diligently watching the sunrise every single day since January. :B

Dawn. Barangonan, Iloc, and Binulbulan islands on the horizon.

Sun peeking out from behind Binulbulan Island (or Shaggy Pubic Hair Island XD).

Just behind me where I do yoga.

// Mar 2017

Minimalism #1: Reusable Steel Bottle

My quest for the perfect water bottle led me to this. Prior this vacuum insulated steel bottle, I had two Klean Kanteens that did not work for me; and before those, a BPA-free Nalgene plastic bottle which I used for about five years. Below is pretty much my favorite bottle of all time. I keep it with me wherever I go.

My small water bottle of perfection. Rubbed the logo out with denatured alcohol.

I use this container for all my drinking fluids and for storing food leftovers.

I no longer drink soda, caffeinated beverages, or any type of liquor.

These days I only drink water, coconut water, and calamansi juice.

The beauty of this bottle is it simplifies all my drinking habits.

No more plastic bottles, plastic cups, and paper cups.

No more using multiple (breakable) glass or ceramic cups at home.

It keeps food and fluids hot for 6 hours, and cold ones for 12 hours.

That's phenomenal for a little thing, methinks. It also lasts a lifetime.

// Feb 2017