Skip to content

SavingSupergirl

A storyteller. Writing since 2004.

Search for:

The Untitled

This could be fiction. This could be true. I’ll just leave it all up to you.

Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)
Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)
Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)

Like this:

Like Loading...

What do you think? Cancel reply

Enter your comment here...

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

Email (required) (Address never made public)

Name (required)

Website

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change )

You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change )

You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change )

You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change )

Cancel

Connecting to %s

Notify me of new comments via email.

Notify me of new posts via email.

Instagram

My eyeglasses started to fog up when we got off the bus. Of course, we were at the wrong stop. Actually, we had no idea if we even got in the right bus in the first place. But who cares? Doesn’t it happen to everyone? I guess it’s one of the common struggles of being a tourist in a foreign country. But then, you know what I’ve heard? They say it’s the moments like these that often kick-off the adventures worth telling. And I think I’m ready to prove that right. . ++++++ I spent the night before making sure that I have packed everything, especially the necessary gear to help me keep myself warm, greatly considering the fact that we will be exploring Japan in winter. I was quite confident that I have prepared myself well for this trip. I was born and raised in a tropical country and the coldest temperature I have survived before going to Japan was only 6 degrees, when we climbed Mt. Pulag about 2 years ago. It was a memorable trip, not only because I have conquered the third tallest mountain in the Philippines but also because it’s where my husband asked me to marry him. Well, I have already survived 6 degrees. I’m sure adding few more layers of clothing wouldn’t hurt at all. . I immediately felt the cold breeze as soon as we stepped out of Tokyo Haneda International Airport. Good thing we packed our coats and gloves in our carry-on luggage so we easily managed to take it out. I looked around as we made our way to find out which bus to take. Everyone seemed to be so sure where they are headed. Everyone, except us. Well, it’s around 8 o’clock in the evening, and it looks like it’s almost going to rain. “The bus better arrive soon”, I thought to myself. . After a few minutes, we eventually boarded a bus which we thought was the right one, only to find out that it wasn't, so we were forced to get off as soon as we realized that the next stops weren’t making any more sense. It was already drizzling. And here we are: in the middle of nowhere. We tried to consult the ever so friendly Google Maps, but it wasn’t much of a great help at this point. So, we did what the next lo... (continued on the blog) . . // Few More Walks And Navigation Doubts: Getting Lost In Japan //

Never in my wildest dreams I imagined myself being in Japan. But here I am, sitting by the window of an airport limousine bus on the way to Narita International Airport. We’re flying back to Manila by 5 pm today, after a week of indulging ourselves with the super cold weather, the efficient transpo system (even though we often find ourselves getting lost too many times), and lots and lots of Japanese food. . When I was a kid, I never really had the desire for travel. I’d like to think that when you grew up having one of your parents as an OFW (Overseas Filipino Worker), there’s a possibility that you don’t want to associate yourself with airports and aircrafts. All my memories of airports when I was young were always about goodbyes, and the joy of having a complete family always felt like it has an expiration, which is normally in about a month or less. . I guess riding airplanes never really sparked any interest in me until I turned 21. It was the time when the word “travel” started to become less daunting. I have come to appreciate travel for all the good things it has to offer. That it doesn’t always have to mean leaving loved ones behind and sacrifice the memories you could’ve made with them. . I cannot recall writing down in my pre-teen journals the desire to travel the world, or atleast anywhere outside the safe places I have established for myself in the city where I grew up in. All I wanted to do when I was younger was to be able to play good music, and just write good thoughts. Pretty basic. I could be a good candidate for a hermit with the kind of lifestyle I was dreaming for myself. However, at 23, I have found joy in embracing the “living life like a nomad” mantra, after surviving to live in a city far away from home for almost a year. . There’s a common belief that travel changes us as a person. But doesn’t “travel” just set the stage for change to happen? I mean, it does have the potential to change our lives. But do we really allow it? How are we different when we get back home? How does it solve the issues you have before you even left? Does it guarantee... [continued on the blog] . . // Thoughts Upon Leaving A Country Which Is Not 'Home' //

So many good photos from this trip, and we're not even done yet! Whatever season, good or bad (or even winter), I know you'll always have my back. ❤️❄️

Today felt normal. Everything felt light. I was able to survive the day without any hint of frustration with myself or my life. Maybe releasing myself from pressure and recognizing “feelings” are indeed helpful. Eversince I started being open about me not being okay, I’ve come to realize that there are people who feel the same way too. And that thought alone gives me so much relief. I was thinking, why try to hide my true state when everybody seems to experience the same thing at some point in their life? I wish to have more days like this. . . // If Only My 25 Year Old Self Can Hear Me Right Now, She Would Probably Slap Me Back to Reality //

You’ve probably heard this (or read?) from me many times, but I always say that I’m certain that my writing style have changed over the years, and of how I badly miss writing the way I used to. You know what, I never really had the chance to figure out what exactly changed. I’ve always thought that it’s just the consistency because in the past I can do multiple write-ups in day. Fast forward to 2020, I can barely finish one in a week. Haha. I think I know now what changed. . . // Write About What You Feel Instead of What You’ve Accomplished //

I don’t know. Maybe I should just do one thing. Either I focus on writing or try to reinvent myself by exploring the world of creating videos. I figured it would be the next best option for me since I always find myself out of words lately (nope, won’t be a vlogger in my lifetime). But wait. I also want to take up a new hobby. Like sewing (yes, I’m serious). Is that still possible? . . // Tell Me Where to Find the Motivation to be Motivated //

How do you welcome the start of a new decade? I don't think I'm even ready... I tried to look back at my year ender posts in the past decade just to see if doing this "yearly thing" would still be worth it. Haha. Wala namang kwenta. May mga years na wala pala akong sinulat. Siguro I was too busy feeling lazy to make one. Hahaha. . . // Etneb Etneb Na! Welcoming 2020 //

First Christmas in HQ (Rafa's term for our new home). Thank you, Lord for all the blessings! ❤️🏡 I think this is the first ever Christmas eve where I spent a lot of time in the kitchen. Hahaha. Married life changes a lot of things. 2nd Christmas as a Najos!

My pamily... Ahmmm, wait. Eto.. My Alcantara Family Christmas Party 2019! Paki-damihan ng games next year. Haha. 5 more days to go, pasko na! 🎄 . 📸 @blessieee

Stay Updated

Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

Join 244 other followers