To the Beach We Go! | Juancho’s 9th

Road trip Southbound!

Celebrated Juancho’s birthday at the beach! (post pandemic shenanigans)

Much needed break from everyday and so timely it was also a holiday.

We stayed at Casa Praia along White Beach in Punta Ballo, Sipalay. It’s a private beach house with 4 bedrooms (10pax capacity) and 1 and a half bathrooms. It’s fully furnished with a complete kitchen in case you choose to cook.

Day 1

Pre-birthday sunsets and swimming and the adults with cards and drinks.

Day 2

Sunburnt and happy. Swimming all day at the beach since it’s conveniently just in front of where we were staying 😂.

Happy birthday Juancho!

Happy birthday Juancho!

Day 3

Breakfast and some family time then homebound.

Weekend well spent!

xx DMV

38th | And my August Pt. 2

So after spending a week in London, off to Paris we go.

We took the Eurostar to Paris, just 2 hours train from London.

This was actually near Kings Cross Station, where platform 9 3/4 is but we did not have the time to visit the place. Maybe next time.

Day 1

We met up with Arcie to check in at our hotel, we checked in at Hotel Colisee at the heart of Champs Elysees and just killed time roaming around the place.

Arc de Triomphe

One of the famous monuments in France and just a short walk from our hotel.

Day 2 | Walking City Tour

Went around Paris riding trains, getting lost and blistered feet.

Place de la Concorde

Jardin des Tuileries

The Louvre

Eiffel Tower

Day 3 | Disneyland Paris

At the happiest place on Earth!

Day 4 & 5 | Shopping, shopping, shopping

Went outlet shopping and more shopping! 😂

Galeries Lafayette Haussmann

And random things along the way.

Day 6 | Stranger Things

They had a pop-up store right at the corner of where our hotel was, lined up and had a blast.

Compared to London, you really feel the summer in Paris, it was really hot when we went 🥵 but overall, Paris was a wonderful experience. Paris is always a good idea.

Thank you to the overly awesome and crazy company I was with, the lost episodes and the never ending laughter, my August was perfect.

xx DMV

Lonely Thursdays

It was a lonely Thursday when I impulsively got on that plane to find myself. 

Soothe the trembling hands from a longing so unbearably painful, the noise from my throbbing chest so awfully loud. 

Is this how it is to love truly? To intentionally be blind from candied lies and dilated pride? Could I even take it all in? For the longest time, could I or should I or would I? Must I? 

Blank spaces. I remember staring at the wall of the four corners of this cramped up space I pretty much called home for the weekend, waiting for a call that will never come and started to ask my self, am I even significant? So many unanswered questions kept running through my head and it kept me awake most of the night, inviting insomnia overthinking on the past 12 years.

And in between the commotion of what ifs and regrets I try to battle when evening comes and the silence sets in, I realize that life is a fleeting goodbye and peace is a fragile bonus. I realized, as I grew older, the circle I treaded, once wide, has become small and narrow, and I’d rather that. My time is now. This is my time. And I choose to be selfish. I will release myself of anything that does not curve the corners of my mouth and quiet the insecurities that threaten to surface. I will feast on wonder, on silly nonsense, on joy, on self love; to wake and greet the reflection that has evolved into this beautiful version of Me. Wounded, scarred, but slowly healing.

xx DMV

Masks Off | Manjuyod Dumaguetme

Photo dump of the first proper beach trip I’ve had in 2 years (since lockdown) and this was actually work related.

Manjuyod Sandbar

The last time I was here was ages ago, no structures at all, just that sandbar.

So fresh!

Dumaguete

The boulevard now has an extension at the far end of the strip where the vendors were put instead of the space in front of the oldest Silliman Building. There were recreational activities also like beach volleyball and stuff, I forgot what else (haha) I saw a lot of people walking their dogs, strolling with their kids.

Dauin

Just some casual strolls for the day before heading home.

Much needed Vitamin Sea.

Thank you so much!

xx

DMV

37th | Still not moving

Not sure why I can’t really get around to writing anything on here these days. Not considering I have been veeeeeerrrrrryyyyy busy with work, nevertheless I do get off days too. And I mostly spend it just lying in bed and sleeping or scrolling thru my Instagram feed, playing mobile games, watching Netflix and a little bit (maybe not) of online shopping.

I can’t really say that I’m unproductive because believe me, I do get a lot of important things done despite the procrastination but I really feel so out of touch, so uninspired, and so lazy.

So here I am posting about my 37th birthday (which was August LAST YEAR by the way), in May of 2022, maybe because I just want to document things and have something to look back at.

Started the week off with my friends up the mountains.

Grateful to have spent this day with this bunch even during this time of quarantine nonsense and pandemic shenanigans.

Got my second dose COVID-19 vaccine on my birthday. Best gift I gave myself.

And came home to this surprise!

Thank you fam! My purple heart is so full!

And capped off the week with some cake and coffee with Benjie and Tricia.

Such a wholesome birthday week celebration. My Leo season. Thank you universe!

Finally finished XD

xx

DMV

Another New Year

All too often, anger works better than answers, resentment better than reason, bursting the suppressed wounds for even just a little sigh relief, and maybe a little hint of life. The endless whys trigger a migraine. This is how we are alive. This is how I was living.

Sealed trauma;
A surfaced past;
Trying to forget, will forget, please forget, I don’t want to go there;
Tight lips;
Soulless eyes;
Empty thoughts;
Heavy heart;

This year was remarkable.
From being diagnosed with MDD cm ADD and put on medication for 13 months;
From sleeping next to pitiless insomnia;
From countless court hearing resets and dragging court dates;
From being sick with Covid, first time riding an ambulance, brought to a facility, my anxiety was spiraling, it was so stressful I lost so much weight in just 2 weeks;
From going through the heartbreaking deaths of my dogs;
From falling out friendships and toxic relationships;
Yes, this year has been remarkable.

I don’t talk much. I don’t. But the doctor said I have to. To process. To release. To unbury feelings. To ungirt the leash that is suffocating. So this is as much that I could do. I’m trying, it’s unusual, it’s uncomfortable, but I’m trying.

Despite everything, I am proud of myself. For hanging in there. For surviving. For still being here. I am no longer angry. I haven’t been in a long while now. I am more calm. I don’t try to feel too much of the insignificant things.

And most of all I am grateful. Especially to the few who understand me, who include me, who check up on me, who bear with my quiet, thank you, thank you, thank you.

Sending out love to each of you, wherever you find yourself this season. 💜

xx DMV

3rd Quarter Musings

I think—no, I believe I haven’t written in a very loooong time. This pandemic has fvcked up my sleeping cycle, my body clock, my little to less routines, and totally drained out whatever is left of the creative ink circulating in my brain. I started this back last year if I’m not mistaken? And I guess stories of certain events and bent up feelings of excitement coupled with a little anxiety finally finished it. Soooo, yeah, here haha.

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