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I Swam With Whale Sharks in Cebu

Tuesday, November 24, 2015
whale shark watching

There's this moment between taking the first dip and getting settled in the water that scares the life out of me. I love the ocean, I love the fishes, hell, I even love the sharks but every time I go under, my body starts to curl up to the surface, feeling alien amidst the deep blue. I need about a few seconds before the fear of getting bitten by tiny fishes start to feel like ticklish kisses instead. The fear I once had seems ridiculous now.

And so, I’m staring down this shark a few feet away from me. It’s blue, white dots all over, and mouth as wide as the length of my arm. I’m calm, actually, excited even. It’s what we came here for. It’s a whale shark, chill. I’ve done this before.

I Met Him in Chinatown

Sunday, November 1, 2015
The Walcott

I remember everything, from the moment I first spotted the curly-haired man in orange hippie garb to the moment I tried speaking to him. My memory of that short time is so vivid in my brain, I hope it stays that way even as years go by. 

I was in Singapore with two of my friends and we were there for a music festival. I try to watch my favorite artists whenever I can so, I'm glad my friends do too.

I've always loved music for as long as I can remember.

I remember waking up very early one morning and sneaking off to one corner in the room to listen to Craig David's Born to Do It on my portable cd player. I was mouthing all the lyrics to Rendezvous, trying not make a sound because everyone else was still asleep. But of course, come breakfast, my sister calls me out on it and tells me it didn't seem like I was trying at all to be quiet. Busted! and Yikes! Why was I listening to Craig David at 9 years old?