173- Taking Flight.

Lately I've gotten around to dreaming about the UK. I haven't been thinking about packed cities like London, or Newcastle. I've had my mind on more remote places- like Kirkstyle, Thurso, and Corrour. You know, the types of places you'd like to see on a postcard.

Maybe I've always been a bit of a free spirit. When I say "free spirit" what I really mean is that I've always had a thirst for to explore, to really "see things". I respect and value permanence, but there are also days when I want to put on some trainers and, quite literally, "run away".

Here's a random place I discovered online - Miyazaki city.

365,000 inhabitants, a seaside destination, Shinto shrines, a picturesque gorge.

As with many places in Japan, there is a mix of old and new here.

Eastern and Western art also blend together nicely here. For reference, check out the Medikit Arts Center.

It's places like this that make you want to dream about being anywhere but here.

MC

172- Going Further

What does going further in life,really mean?

Does success point to getting that dream job, buying that dream house, and zooming off in that dream car?

Are these all illusions we conjure up to help increase our self-worth?

You grow up,you get married, you have kids, you get old, you die. You see the world. You sing. You dance. We all know it isn't really this straightforward a process.

Often times,there are bumps in the road, coupled with really big potholes. Who's the joke on, really? Those who conjure up illusions, or, those who are deceived by them? Are parties 1 and 2 actually the same people?

Maintaining your poise in a world wherein being off balance almost feels like a given, is a tall task. Tall,but not impossible. But what is it all worth, really?

That is a darn good question- with a thousand different answers.

MC

171- A Marathon Cut Up Into Scenes

Scene 1: The Beginning

You're born in Manila- a city teeming with people, pollution, cars, buildings, shanties, and oh, have I mentioned people? It's a mad world out there.

Scene 2: Elevation

You wear your compression gear, shoes, and grab your plastic tumbler containing a cold isotonic drink. You look towards an empty road. You do a mental map of the route ahead. You nod your head, as if to signify your willingness to accept the challenge of running for an X amount of hours, or, through X number of miles.

You start moving, and whisper to yourself, "This is what it's all about."

Scene 3: Constant Bliss

You get your run going. You find your bearings. You set a steady pace. After a while, you begin zipping by those who are a bit more "relaxed" than you are. After all, this is a competition, not a beauty contest.

You see empty roads around you. You see trickles of walkers and wanderers on the sidewalk- some cheering you on, others obliviously going about their business.

The sun is still sound asleep at this point. It's part of the natural progression of things.

The transition from darkness to light during these races is absolutely beautiful.

Scene 4: The Tough Part 

You've trained long and hard in preparation for this day. Some pain here and there, some cramping, but all in all, you're good. Nothing to it.

Marathons can be traitorous. No doubt about it. One minute, you're running like the wind. Nothing can stop you. Next thing you know, you're limping like no one's business- in spite of having trained like a madman in the months prior. You've been shaken, but not stirred enough that you want to quit.
You can't quit. You won't quit. It's just NOT your nature to quit.

Scene 5: Redemption 

You realise that you've hit the tail end of the race. You see the proverbial "light at the end of the tunnel". The best way to describe what you feel here is, "so near, yet so far". That can't be stressed enough.

You hear cheers from the people around the last mile or two. It helps egg you along the final stretch. You see the finish line arch from around the last turn. You're so close you can taste it.

Wait, that taste in your mouth is saliva, mixed with sweat, and Gatorade. But I digress.

People think that recreational runners cross the finish lines of races without paying mind to their finish times. Not the case. In fact, it's recreational runners who tend to be ultra concerned about performance. It's recreational runners who are the nerdiest about watches, shoes, and other gear. It's recreational runners who, perhaps, tend to savour victories and get bummed out about defeats the most because they aren't sure how much longer the can sustain being as strong- or interested- as they are about maintaining an optimum running standard. Don't let the word "recreational" fool you. The training done here is far from "recreational".

You get your finisher's medal, do stretch your muscles out, and head home.

Another day in the office done. Another race completed. Another moment jotted down to memory.

MC

170- Influencers: The Future of Tourism

Lately, I have found myself watching a lot of Youtube videos, particularly those featuring travel vloggers. For those of you who aren't familiar, a vlogger is someone who chronicles his/her activities periodically through compelling videos. Technology has made it possible for anyone to become a vlogger- from stay at home moms to couples who decide to quit their corporate jobs and travel the world.

Speaking of the latter, I have recently stumbled upon the Youtube channels of George and Lucy (from Brighton, United Kingdom, aka "Juicy Vlog") and Nelly and Mike (from Austria, aka the "Making it Happen Vlog"). These guys have become ridiculously popular in the Philippines lately. Their videos are like good burritos- humor/wit, information, and compelling narratives, all rolled into one.

Watching their material's gotten me thinking. The future of tourism lies in the hands of social media influencers.

While government officials are busy bickering among themselves, gearing up for the coming elections, and doing whatever else government officials do, influencers showcase the best the Philippines have to offer day after day.

Critics might say that the opinions expressed by influencers are filtered, and disingenuous. Filtered, yes. Disingenuous? Not necessarily so.

There are so many reasons to believe organic messaging shared by influencers. Their thoughts reflect the sentiments of the common person more than official, "curated" statements from state agencies and big corporations.

I love how people react so genuinely to influencers on social media. Forget the poser type influencers. I'm talking about those who stand for something significant, special, potentially life-changing. People on the street say hello to them, engage in lengthy conversations with them- even give them hugs when appropriate. In the Philippines, in particular, where people are bombarded with one packet of noise after another, the presence of the "right" type of influencer, is a breath of fresh air. Anytime you have the chance to go against the grain, to disrupt the "process" towards squeezing better performances out of people, and getting people inspired to "be more", you take it.

Of course, one has to still be discerning about what he/she hears, but hey, we live in a brave new world- teeming with the unbridled promise that innovation brings.

MC

169- The Art of Learning

                     I spent many a day at UAL campus libraries during my time as a grad student. 

Many people seem to detest learning new things. I suspect that this might be because of the fact that learning heightens expectations. There isn't anything inherently scary about taking on something new. People tend to build fear out of "fictional monsters", so to speak.

I read a lot, but, I tend to jump from one piece of content to the next. I chalk it up, partially, a short attention span, and I may just need to pop over to my local optometrist and get a pair of prescription lenses. Everyone has a different modus operandi for learning, for absorbing knowledge, for enrichment.

I love learning through experience, and reading compelling content of modest lengths on a variety of subjects.

One day, I might read about abandoned historical landmarks in Singapore- a country that seems to be engaged in a perennial push and pull with urbanization and the preservation of artifacts that ought to be passed on for future generations to appreciate.

One day, I might go to a random indie pop music gig and encounter a future star. Case in point: Freya Ridings and Charlotte Campbell in London. They were, and still are, absolutely wonderful.

It's ironic, really, that we tend to go about higher education so that we can come up with simple ways of explaining complex things. Sometimes, the harder we try to be simple, the more complicated we tend to make things.

In this life, there are instances when the more straightforward the road, the better it is for everyone. The writer in me took a while to have that sink in. I've become much more pragmatic over the years.

Learning is a multifaceted exercise. It involves a defined rhythm (processing and absorption, underscored by goal setting), but does not always have clearly marked beginnings and endings. One is a day's work for some, ends up being a 5 year odyssey for others. That's sort of what makes learning beautiful- the fluidity of it, its lack of borders, and its lack of absolute structure.

In the past couple of years, I have learned a lot by seeing new places and meeting people from different walks of life. I cannot understate the thrill of being able to wake up and not have a cut and dried set of errands to do. I am not saying that I don't like having plans. That isn't necessarily the case. What I am saying is that sometimes, it helps to let the world come to you. You gain more sometimes by letting things come to you because you are forced to think on your feet and forget that there are boundaries to anything. In a weird way, it's akin to running a marathon. There's a cadence to it, and predetermined distances and routines attached to every race, but, every foray into mountain trails or city streets is different. You plan, you train, you book ahead, but at the end of the day, every journey tends to have its own, unique, flavor.

So really, learning is what you make of it- and what fate chooses to have you learn (and how).

What we know isn't necessarily about "what we know". It is, really, more about how much we choose to know.

MC

168- Airport Stories

Above is a snapshot of one of the waiting areas in Singapore's Changi Airport. I've been to this airport a handful of times in the last ten years. The place never ceases to amaze me.

So onto the topic of airports, we go. As a Manila resident, I've gotten used to being forced to fly through crappy airport terminals to get to where I need to go. Sounds harsh, but let's be realistic now. You all know it's true. Philippine airports do leave much to be desired. Couple that with a unapologetically chaotic transport system, and what you get is a desire to find the next teleportation machine to a land where urban planning is actually considered a priority.

Airports are, ultimately, the reflection of a nation, in the same way its transport grid is. Airports act as people's first point of contact with a country, and their last point of contact as they say "good riddance" or "I wish I could go back here".

I remember landing in Rome's Fiumicino Airport one late April evening in 2013. It was crazy. Our family's prearranged transportation never arrived. My mom was in a panic. There were taxi fixers milling about (a familiar sight in Manila, too). My mom ended up giving into a 100 Euro offer from one of the cab drivers just so we could get to our hotel in town. The usual fare would have cost half that.

Hong Kong's old Kai Tak airport also rings a memory or two in my head. I was 5, and it was my first time to go on a foreign trip. For a week or so, my mom and I stayed in a friend's posh flat near Victoria peak. Being a kid, I didn't really have a full grasp of the concept of foreign travel. I thought everyone spoke English and Filipino everywhere I went. Instead, locals spoke Chinese, which to me, felt like hearing a language straight out alien characters on Star Trek. I dialed my grandma's Philippine phone number on a Hong Kong landline one night. A Chinese man answered my call. I hung up immediately. It was then that I realized that I wasn't in Kansas anymore.

Our trip came to an end on a Sunday, and mom and I took an HK cab to Kai Tak airport, a facility which has seen become defunct and has been replaced by Hong Kong International Airport on Lantau Island. I recall that mom bought me a red biplane in one of the airport shops- one that resembled the aircraft featured in the Disney series "Ducktales". I loved that little trinket- for all the 3 hours that I had it. Our flight to Manila was delayed. To while away the time, I walked around the airport with mom. By that time, I had already missed home. I had begun to miss dad, lolo (grandpa), lola (grandma), and our old house in Quezon City. It was high time that I returned to more familiar surroundings.

As we boarded our Philippine Airlines Boeing 747 late that afternoon, I breathed a sigh of relief. I was finally going to get to sleep, then wake up in the Philippines. The calm in my head was shattered by the realization that my red biplane had gone missing- lost in Kai Tak for all eternity. I feel like I had left a piece of me in Hong Kong. My mom assured me that it was okay, and that we'd buy another one in Manila. This helped me feel better, but, I continued to feel somewhat at a loss. Maybe this lost biplane incident is the reason behind why I have a strange affinity for Hong Kong. I could go back there 1,000,000 times and not grow tired of the place. I've gone back to Hong Kong around 3-4 times since 1989, and each trip back's been different, been exciting. Each trip back since 1989 has not featured Kai Tak anymore, though, and has not led me to buying a new biplane. Maybe I should get a toy plane next time I fly over.

Then there's Heathrow Airport, and how it underscores my mad love affair with the U.K. To me, Heathrow was my portal to a brave new world, a kaleidoscope of sensory triggers I had once only dreamed of experiencing. Good old Heathrow was also the site of me having to toss some old clothes I had packed up in my suitcase as a bade London farewell in January 2018, and was set to return to my homeland after a year and half as a graduate student. Yes, I hadn't planned the whole "make sure your bag isn't overweight thing"- hence the need to go through the unpacking chicanery. All in all, it was a good reminder that you really can't everything from one phase of your left, to the next (although Filipinos are pretty well-versed with the art of the "Balikbayan Box").

I look forward to passing through many more airports before it's all said and done. I feel utterly peeved that I can't travel now, as in now, but yeah, my boarding call will come sooner rather than later. I can feel it.

MC

167- And We're Off...I Think

I've begun shooting videos for my would-be Youtube channel.

I wonder how this will turn out being.

Good or bad. Only one or the other.

In terms of the energy and authenticity I've put into the content- I don't think there's any question that the stuff's brimming with those two elements.

Bigger issue here's how I'm going to get around the editing, and me finding time to come up with brilliant content ideas on a regular basis.

Let's see how things roll.

MC