I found an old SD Card tucked away in a camera bag.
Accessing the photos on the SD card was like opening a time capsule. It contained photos of our move from Manila to Singapore back in 2012. I get sentimental when I remember how it all began. The little red dot felt so big back then. So many places to explore. So much free time while waiting for a job interview. So little cash! Mixed veggie rice for lunch. Old Chang Kee fried chicken for dinner. I could go on and on… 😛
It’s rather humbling. In 2012, life was much more simple. I was walking around town with dreams in my pocket.
Looking at some old photos taken almost three years ago. I moved to Singapore in 2012.
With two of my lovely colleagues from MediaCorp. We’ve all moved onwards now. I miss them!
With Rachael and Neil at MediaCorp.
Five years ago I was 24 and enjoying a work assignment (raket) in Ifugao with my college buddies. I miss the rice terraces and the little life lessons learnt while traveling with the group I was in. What life lessons are these? Enjoy what you have. Appreciate history and tradition. “There’s no point in living, if you can’t feel alive.” (okay that came from a James Bond movie, but it was a life lesson in Impact size 36 BOLD as we rode on roof of a jeepney running 50 kph down winding mountain roads). All is good. I miss you guys, y’all know who you are.
Let’s speed up the Throwback Thursday rule. Originally, all photos have to be revived from 10 years back. Let’s make it 3 years back na lang... kasi I’m getting sawa na sa college photos.
In this edition: My first visit to Singapore!
In 2005, Singapore was just a destination for me and my family. I took time off from summer college classes to visit the Lion City and experience it. Eventually it became more than just a holiday destination. I fell in love with Singapore.
Here are some random snaps taken from that trip.
If it were not for this family vacation to Singapore, I probably wouldn’t be working here today.
It’s nice to see how Singapore looked like almost nine years ago. 🙂
To qualify for #ThrowbackThursday, photos or videos must be taken 10 or more years ago.
I was not able to post last week so I made this week’s set a bit more… well… you see for yourself.
2004. As a student in Cavite, I wanted to expose myself to stories that happened outside the verdant green campus of St. La Salle. My editor assigned me to go on an immersion at the coastal areas of Bacoor, Cavite. The area was going to be affected by the construction of the Cavitex (completed five years later in 2009).
The objective of the immersion was to get insights from the people who lived and worked along that coast. How an unstoppable urban development such as a highway slicing through the waters they tread daily… would affect them (if at all).
My editor had managed to turn our publication’s magazine into a beacon of community activism (in the previous year it had contained reviews of Avril Lavigne’s latest CD). I was apprehensive to write as if the only audience would be the College Editors Guild of the Philippines… but heck, this was an immersion and there were stories that needed to be told.
We spent the night sleeping at a house near the coast. The only meal I had before that was a burger from Tropical Hut. The area was filled with a mix of informal settlers and half-finished houses. Telenobelas and karaoke pierced the silence. All of this was just a 20 minute ride away from the international airport.
I saw what could be one of the origins of the tahong (mussels) I loved to pair with my virginal San Mig Light… it came from here… from the waters of Manila Bay. My best friend T, who was with me on this immersion and also a writer of the paper, signalled to me to skip the tahong. Because by golly it came from MANILA BAY. The once gorgeous but now polluted waters of Manila Bay (the sunsets are still gorgeous though).
So much for an immersion. Skipping the Manila Bay tahong, I had canned sardines instead. But I listened to Manong’s stories. About how their way of life will change. The Cavitex will block their way to the sea. At the time, I was thinking along the lines of what the greater public would get with the opening of Cavitex. It would reduce travel time from my hometown to Manila from an hour and a half to just under thirty minutes. It would decongest traffic along Aguinaldo Highway.
The design of the Cavitex has these bridges which allow access for fishermen to go out to sea. It did not block their access. Though I don’t know any issues today like right-of-way or something that is bound to crop up.
Travel from Tanza to the international airport now takes about 30 minutes without the traffic along MIA Road. When the NAIA Expressway connects to Coastal Road / Cavitex in the next few years, getting to the airport will be a breeze. No longer a two or three hour traffic route through Paranaque, Las Pinas, Bacoor… etc.
I’m flying to Manila later so I can celebrate my parents’ joint birthday bash in Cavite. I thought of digging up an old photo with my mom taken about ten or eleven years ago.
Photo taken at Chefoo restaurant in Cavite City
I actually got a little teary-eyed looking at it. Ambilis ng panahon! Before I was so thin and my mom obviously had less wrinkles. I know friends joke that she doesn’t look like her age… my mom looks so young they say. I hope I age with the same grace and beauty hehe!
Here’s a photo taken with my parents just a few weeks ago when they visited me in Singapore.
Photo taken at Marina Bay Sands in Singapore.
I’m excited to hop on board PAL again… kasama ang mga chatty FAs… grabe last time, they were a bubbly bunch. And when Neil rode PAL a few months ago, may nag-aapir pa daw sa galley haha.
To qualify for #ThrowbackThursday, photos or videos must be taken 10 or more years ago.
Before Baguio became a place my boyfriend and I frequented to escape work… it was a big destination for me. We didn’t travel much in college, so trips like these outside Cavite were fun-filled to say the least. It was a time that Baguio felt so large, much colder… the fog more mysterious… these days kasi, Baguio is like Manila (or so I hear).
We stayed at a resthouse at the outskirts of the city. This added to the adventure because the resthouse was a bit dated (which may add to its charm, if you’d look at it that way). We huddled together in the middle of the night when my classmate started to sense something unusual. The following morning Upper would cook hot dogs, we’d make rice… take turns in the frigid shower…
These days kung saan-saan na kami nakakarating… Upper just got back from her European trip. My friend Eric (the only other guy in the photos below) is visiting Singapore soon. Katz, one of the girls in the photos, migrated to Australia if I’m not mistaken. Apple, the other girl, has been working in Italy for several years. (Class Prophecy lang?)…
But in 2004 it was just a simple trip to Baguio which filled our little hearts with glee.
CD player! Moonflower scent from Body Shop!
The electric stove that was grounded.
View of Baguio. Victory Liner bus stop.
Photos from 2004. Back when Mean Girls came out.
Our computer lab:
We were making our own newsletters. Grabe, naisip ko pa ang JOU-LOGS what the hell.
And dahil 2004… (like most of my throwback thursdays following that a throwback should be 10 or more years back)… this:
One photo for this week’s Throwback. This was my college ID issued in 2002. I even had a dorm sticker on my ID since I lived on campus.
Because I was a spoiled brat back in college I got to dorm on campus. We had a 9:00 pm curfew. Boys were separated from girls (don’t get any ideas, I was still questioning then). It was like after school hours there were orgs… and after orgs there was dinner outside DLSU-D at Fiat, Inasal or Briyanna Cafe… then everyone was back at their dorms before 9:00 pm.
This isn’t some Imbestigador segment where you’d imagine gay orgies happening on a Catholic campus. No! My male dorm mates were about 90-95% straight (including yours truly, as in 2004 the concept of falling in love with another boy was more blur than Jacqueline Bisset’s speech at the recent Golden Globe awards). My dorm mates were quite respectable people that St. La Salle would be proud of. The nuns that run the dormitory even said that they were impressed that most of the boys dorm rooms were cleaner than the girls’ dorms across the fence.
Nights were spent sharing FHM magazines (omg talaga, may collection ako at napunta ito sa isa kong lesbian friend…)… panahon pa ito nila Maui Taylor and Patricia Javier hahaha!
There was gossip (yes, boys do gossip quite a lot!). Some snuck Red Horse into the dorms during birthdays and it was a thrill to hide ’em from manong guard. I had a dorm mate who was infatuated with one of my high school batchmates and even fantasied about her having the pinkest nipples… omg, I’M NOT INTERESTED IN THAT FANTASY AT ALL. Mahilig kasi ako maglagay ng photos sa table ko.
My roomies that year were two Computer Science students. One of my roomies played games on his HP laptop all night. The other ComSci roomie read comics. Very innocent lang!
May mga isyu sa dorm but really, it’s not like something you’d find in one of Aris’ erotic stories. The male dorm at DLSU-D during my days was pretty decent. The people were fun to be with. It was a college dormitory setup without drugs or crazy sex addicts… only good-hearted Pinoy humour, a few pa-tago na nag-yo-yosi moments, with some Ja Rule J. Lo MP3 playing somewhere.
With Kevin. He plays all the best MP3s on his computer. Best speaker set at the dorm!
With Lance, my friend since high school. We were roomies in freshmen year.
Notice the towels we hung up on the walls.
This is Tony who I never ran out of stories with since we were the only liberal arts male dormers.
Dude on the right is Joel, comic book guy. I forgot who the guy on the left is!
I have to give credit to those Bohemian years for fuelling the creativity I have used all these years since.
Photos don’t do justice. I’ll find better ones next time!