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Fellow Pinoy Jeremy Renner fans~ so are we going to stake out on Taft Ave? owo
BRB, moving back to the Philippines to stalk Jeremy Renner.
Fellow Pinoy Jeremy Renner fans~ so are we going to stake out on Taft Ave? owo
BRB, moving back to the Philippines to stalk Jeremy Renner.
Sometimes I miss the Philippines all of a sudden, and when it hits, it’s like a sickness. It makes you weak at the knees.
I am obsessed with this beer. I don’t even like beer!
I think the combined power of radiating waves of longing and nostalgia for a time that never happened has changed the chemistry of my taste buds.
I wanna go to the Philippines and sit around a big table with old friends drinking this beer and talking about nothing and breaking into song (because you know there’s gonna be at least one guitar there).
I love the Philippines!
UGH THIS IS SO GOOD.
“Kinda makes you wanna…”
“Break into song?”
“Yeeeeeaaaaah!”
Flying over Manila
(taken from thedalailomo)
Aaah how do people take amazing pictures from planes?! So awesome.
Our House - Plaridel, Bulacan
Compare and contrast. There’s the house as it stands now, getting older by the moment, with the skinny old mutt in front of it. Then there’s the house back then, barely even painted. And there’s the season’s opo harvest (I think it’s opo squash, but I might be wrong), and there’s me standing in front of it, at an undetermined age, in my favorite dress. I’m sure I knew how ugly that dress was back then—that might have been why I loved it so much. Funnily enough, there’s also a white dog in that old picture. It’s not the same dog, of course.
Along the Coast - Pio Duran, Albay
We woke up early in the morning and took a walk here, which was only a few houses away from where we stayed. Along the shore, you won’t find big, magnificent houses that boast of waterfront views. Instead, you have the fishermen’s houses, and their boats are right outside, and the wet market is steps away. And whatever sea creature I ate for lunch that day came straight out of this water only a few hours earlier.
It was crazy beautiful.
Street Food - Burnham Park, Bagiuo
So now they have this terrible rule in Burnham Park where you’re not allowed to sell food. Pasyalan ito, hindi kainan. This vendor was awesome because he didn’t give a shit. We spent so much money on isaw (chicken intestines on a stick, my friends) that day.
Mayon Volcano - Albay, Bicol
The perfect cone. Beautiful and destructive.
Rambutan and Dalandan - Tanay, Rizal
Hello, Tumblr friends.
I’ve been back in the US for nearly a month now. I believe that I am now fully recovered and can finally look at the photos I took in the Philippines without falling on the ground and wishing that I was back there.
So here. Have some tropical beauty.
This is just to say, at 5 am in the morning, as the sun breaks through my window, while I try so hard and miserably fail to fall asleep, that when I was in the Philippines, in a little town in Bicol whose bright lights were few and far between, at 2 am in the morning, I looked up, and I saw more stars than I had ever seen outside of a planetarium. And even though I didn’t recognize any of them, because I was taught in the ways of the northern hemisphere, it was lovely, and I wish I could have shared it with you.
<3
Damn, everything’s been made so easy for us!
The first time I ever visited the US, what first struck me, even before the cold, was the smell. I’ve traveled from the Philippines to the US many times now, and the moment I step out of the airport, my nose is always the first to tell me that, most definitely, I’m not in Manila anymore. The US smells clean, like new buildings. The Philippines smells like smoke, and food, and people.
Noses are so nostalgic.