Hellooo!
We’re nearing the end of the year. Some of you might already be halfway through your deep-cleaning rituals , sweeping corners, reorganizing drawers, letting go of what no longer fits.
Here’s something for that.
These are the songs my mom used to play every morning whenever she cleaned. They’d drift into my room, and I’d wake up to that comforting, morning vibe.
Now, whenever I’m in a cleaning mood (or just missing my mom), I put on this playlist.
Hey.
I can’t quite remember when or why I made this playlist. Maybe I was feeling a little off craving something dreamy and shoegaze-y to wrap myself in.
Whenever I listen to it, I think of quiet night walks or midnight drives. There’s something almost unexplainable about it, like something cold slipping through warm air. Even if you’re in a tropical place like me, it’s as if these songs were conjuring a gentle cool breeze.
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Hey there,
So, here’s another playlist I put together.
It’s based on an IG friend’s music taste. We both had a shared obsession with Kyoya, and we totally bonded over it. She was really into those hauntingly beautiful songs that kind of linger with you, long after they’re over. I just know she’d lose her mind over this playlist and honestly, I think you might, too.
Sometimes I wonder how she’s doing now. We met through this random dump account I had before, but I deactivated it and can’t get it back anymore.
It made me think how wild it is for people to drift in and out of your life. Sometimes they’re only around for a little while, but I feel like those short connections still mean something. Like, at least I got to know her and share some music that’ll always remind me of our little friendship. That’s a memory I’ll keep.
– Nostalgicbelle✨
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Haluu,
How are you doing??
Can we just take a second to process that it’s NOVEMBER already?! The month most associated with horror 👻. So, in the spirit of all things eerie, I thought I’d share something that genuinely freaked me out just to add to the atmosphere, hehee.
There’s actually a reason why I created this playlist.
Back when I was in college, I used to wake up randomly between 2 to 3 a.m., or sometimes exactly at 3:00 a.m., for no reason at all. At the time, everyone was talking about how it was the “devil’s hour,” so naturally, I was fully spooked. I got so scared that I eventually stopped checking the time I didn’t want confirmation.
Then one night, I woke up extra freaked out. Like, straight-up panicking for no reason, and feeling this weird, dizzy sensation. It felt like… something was trying to take over my body? Like I was being possessed. I was so scared and confused. I had no idea what was happening or why I was feeling that way.
In full survival mode, I started rummaging through my phone looking for any song that could basically un-demon me. Thank GOD I had one worship song saved.
I played it and I swear I felt myself being unpossessed.
The song was “I Am Nothing” by Ginny Owens, and let me tell you.I played that on repeat like my life depended on it. And after a few loops, I finally felt… normal again. Calm. I even drifted back to sleep.
I still don’t know how it worked. Maybe it’s just full of positive energy? Maybe there’s some spiritual magic coded into the melody? Who knows. All I know is that whatever power lives in that song… it worked.
So now, if this ever happens again, I’ve got a playlist on standby for my very own personal exorcism session.
Chocolate Hills Aren’t Chocolate
My trip to the Chocolate Hills started with a very loooong drive from Panglao (where I was staying, btw). The road was zigzaggy, but the views along the way were beautiful. We passed rice fields, mountains and trees. And somehow, all of it made me feel so at peace.. Why is nature like that? Maybe green is just a relaxing color.
Oh, here’s a fun fact I picked up from our driver. Do you know why they’re called the Chocolate Hills? And no, it’s not because it’s made of chocolate or just because they’re brown. Like, obviously they’re brown, but that’s not the whole story. People didn’t just look at something brown and go, “Yup, lets call it chocolate.”
It turns out, when the grass on the hills dries during summer, they turn perfectly brown, and from above, they look like those chocolate kisses we used to eat as kids. There was this moment in history where someone once flew over in a helicopter and was like, “Whoa, this looks like chocolate!” And boom Chocolate Hills.
Unfortunately, I didn’t go during summer, so I didn’t get the full chocolate effect. Instead, I got… matcha hills. Still cute, just not edible.
The driver hit us with another crazy fact: the hills are actually made of dead corals, which is why only grass grows on them. Like, you could try planting a tree, but it’s not gonna grow. Then he goes, “Oh, and the hills were shaped by waves because… they used to be underwater.” Um, WHAT?! 🤯 Can you even imagine? Sea creatures used to live there! These hills used to be an ocean floor?!
Now, back to my trip. The whole time on the way to the Chocolate Hills, I was crossing my fingers, hoping it wouldn’t rain. Guess what? It rained. Just like what my weather app said. And did I bring an umbrella? No.
When we arrived, I tried borrowing an umbrella from this tiny office building at the drop-off point but there’s no extra umbrellas left. So, I’m sitting there in the waiting area, and someone goes, “May kinakasal sigurong tikbalang. Maaraw kanina bigla na lang umulan.” If I was a little kid, I would’ve turned white with fear and my heart race after hearing that.
Quick backstory: when I was a kid, people used to say if it’s sunny and then it suddenly rains or starts drizzling while the sun is still out, it means a tikbalang is getting married. This used to freak me out as a kid and give me a mini heart attack, but now that I think about it, why am I so scared of a tikbalang wedding. I mean, it sounds kinda romantic! Imagine the tikbalang saying, “To celebrate our love, let’s make it rain a little.” A little dramatic, but honestly, who doesn’t love a good dramatic wedding moment?
Anyway, I decided to buy a hat from the souvenir shop. And let me tell you, that hat was so cute. I also grabbed a fridge magnet for my mom because she loves those.
As if by magic, the rain stopped, and the sun came out. Hallelujah! I climbed up 214 steps (no I didn’t count) to get a better view of the hills. I managed to snap a few pics, though I really wished I had a better a camera with .5 settings.
After all that climbing, I grabbed a cold bottle of water from the air-conditioned resto nearby, which felt like stepping into heaven. Seriously, bless air-conditioning. So yeah, if you ever go to Bohol, you shouldn’t miss the Chocolate Hills. I’m already planning to go back in the summer just so I can finally see them in their full chocolatey glory.
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Ubeco on a Rainy Afternoon
After surviving my long, chaotic journey to Bohol and sneaking in a much-needed nap, I found myself on a mission: find food that would save my life. Google Maps led me to Ubeco, a cozy-looking café with minimalist vibes and glowing reviews. It was just a 15-minute walk from my hotel, but because the universe decided to make it rain and I forgot to pack an umbrella I hopped on a tricycle instead.
There’s a tricycle outside the hotel so I asked the driver to take me to Ubeco. The fare was just PHP 30. The fare was only ₱30, and I ended up having the most unexpectedly wholesome conversation with him.
By the end of the ride, he handed me a calling card in case I needed a ride again. Sweetest gesture. I felt like I was collecting NPC allies on this trip.
The ambiance in Ubeco was good and relaxing. I ordered their teriyaki fried rice and a calamansi drink, which looked gorgeous in the photos.
The calamansi drink reminded me of my childhood because it tastes like “Celine” the vitamins my mother gave me when I was young. I have no idea if that’s how it’s supposed to taste. The teriyaki fried rice didn’t teriyaki, but my soul was fed anyway. After my starvation-induced state, that first bite was like a slice of heaven. The egg on top was perfect, and they were generous with the green beans. Like, a lot of green beans. I was starting to worry I’d turn into one if I kept going.
Bhe calamansi drink kind of clashed with the rice. I think the sweet-sour tang of it just overwhelmed the flavors. I started wondering if I accidentally sabotaged my own brunch.
I didn’t finish everything, so I asked for a takeout box—no way I was letting good food go to waste. Despite the weird combo, I’m actually craving that fried rice now. I’m even considering trying to make my own version at home. If I nail the recipe, I’ll be posting it here.
So, that was my adventure at Ubeco. Despite the rain, it turned out to be a good brunch experience. If you’re ever in Bohol and need a good spot to chill with some tasty (if slightly overpriced) food, Ubeco’s worth a visit. And who knows? Maybe I’ll master that teriyaki fried rice and impress everyone with my cooking skills. Stay tuned!
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The Tuko At My Hotel In Bohol
For my Bohol stay, I booked Bassa Nova Villa, a Bali-inspired gem tucked away in Panglao Island. It looked aesthetic and spacious in the pictures. After the long trip I had from Manila to Cebu and then Cebu to Bohol, all I wanted was to collapse on the bed and reboot.
On my way to the hotel, I ended up being the navigator with Google Maps since the tricycle driver didn’t know where Bassa Nova Villa was, I guess because it was new. It felt like an eternity getting to Bassa Nova Villa. I started thinking maybe I should’ve just hopped on one of those Jeepney-style tricycles instead.
After an hour, we arrived. The hotel staff immediately helped me with my bags as I was going out of the tricycle. They gave me water and made me sit as they prepared my room. They then walked me to my room which is Room 10 on the 2nd floor. The room was huge and comfy, with two double beds and a nice balcony.
I immediately flopped onto the bed and was greeted by the coolest, most relaxing sheets ever. It felt like the bed was giving me a big, comforting hug which I deserved after everything I had just been through.
Now, with the bathroom review. If you’re on the shorter side (like me), get ready for some serious tiptoeing to see yourself in the mirror. It’s a minor struggle, but a struggle nonetheless. Also, the bidet was a mystery I couldn’t solve. The shower was cold at first, but it did warm up after a bit which was totally fine because I quite enjoy chilly night showers.
The next morning, I had a tour pickup at 8:20 am. I didn’t notice the time slipping away, but thankfully, the staff knocked on my door to let me know someone was waiting outside.
That evening, I stayed in and had dinner at the hotel’s restaurant.
I ordered Thai curry, and they even toned down the spice for me. It was flavorful, comforting, and just the right thing to end the day.
I wanted to explore more before checking out, but the rain had other plans. I didn’t get to swim in the pool, which was a bummer. But overall, the stay was really nice the staff were thoughtful, and the place had a great vibe. Then… the tuko happened.
Around midnight, I heard it that loud, echoing “TU-KO!” not once, not twice, but three times. I froze. My brain went straight to, “Is this the beginning of a horror movie?”
I genuinely thought some mythical creature was about to come for me.
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My First Cebu to Bohol Ferry Ride
When I was planning my Cebu–Bohol trip, one thing had me weirdly excited: my first-ever ferry ride.
I don’t know why, but boats just seem romantic and movie-like to me. So I booked an OceanJet ferry via Klook. It had step-by-step instructions, and I thought, “Okay, I’m not gonna mess this up.”
Oh, sweet summer child.
Of course, I was late. What did I expect? My luck had already been on the decline since the previous day. Since the ticket was non-transferable, I had to buy a new one. Thank God, the line for tickets was fast. After I got my ticket and paid the ₱30 terminal fee and checked in, I somehow landed seat 27I a window seat! I was still sleep-deprived and semi-stressed, but at least I could romanticize my window view.
A staff member helped me find my seat, which I really appreciated it was my first ferry ride and I was kind of just… vibing my way through.
As the ferry left Cebu, we cruised under the Cebu–Cordova Link Expressway the longest and tallest bridge in the Philippines.
And let me tell you something: I’ve had a weird obsession with bridges ever since I was a kid. I would always look for bridges whenever I’m on the road to San Juan Batangas. No matter how short the bridge is, it made me feel nice.
Once I arrived in Bohol, there were tricycles waiting to take passengers wherever they needed to go. Since my hotel was in Panglao and kinda far, I ended up paying PHP 400 for the ride, which felt a little steep, but whatever, after a missed ferry and a delayed flight, I was ready to face-plant into a hotel bed.
I noticed something fun: Bohol tricycles come in two types the usual ones and these colorful jeepney-style versions. Both are cuter (and way roomier!) than the ones I’m used to back home.
Now, if you wanna save some cash, here’s the hack: ask the tricycle guy to drop you at Dao Terminal for PHP 50, and then you can catch a bus to Panglao. And if you’re heading back, just wait by Bo’s Coffee after McDonald’s & Jollibee.
Fast forward to my trip back to Cebu: I finally got to use my Klook ticket. I just showed the booking confirmation on my phone, and the staff printed my ticket. I paid the terminal fee before getting in, then it was just a waiting game for the ferry.
Here’s where it gets funny: I got seat 32G, but the seating arrangement was confusing. I was looking for 32-G but only saw EFG, then 32. I just sat down in an empty seat and hoped for the best.
I awkwardly asked the person next to me if I was in the right spot, and she was like, “Yeah, you’re good.” Thank you, random person, for affirming my life choices. I had a little lightbulb moment as I figured out how the seating was arranged “Ohhh, EFG and three seats. That’s what it meant!”
When we docked back in Cebu, there were already habal-habal (motorcycle taxis) lined up. If you want a cheaper and more convenient ride, you can also try booking via Angkas!
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My Chaotic Journey to Cebu
From scoring a promo fare to questioning the universe’s every sign. This trip had me spiraling in all the ways possible.
It all started with a spontaneous Cebu Pacific seat sale. I booked a round-trip ticket to Cebu for only ₱1800, which felt like fate handing me a gift. I even booked hotels in advance thinking, “If I change my mind, I’ll just cancel.” but they weren’t refundable.
So when the date came closer, I had no choice but to commit. But the universe had other plans.
I thought everything was set, but as soon as I left for Manila, I started wondering if the universe was trying to tell me something.
It all started when my bus crashed into the car in front of us. It wasn’t a huge crash since we were in traffic, but it caused a major delay. We ended up waiting almost three hours for another bus.
By the time I finally got to Manila, it was 9 p.m. I rushed to the airport, only to miss my flight by five minutes. I wasn’t shocked, but I was definitely bummed.
I seriously considered just giving up and going home, but then I decided to let a yes-or-no tarot website make the call. I drew the Fool card, which basically said to go for it there’s wisdom in being a little foolish, right?
I booked a flight for the next day, but of course, faced yet another delay. As I sat there, frustrated and tired, I thought, “Maybe I’m just not meant to take this trip.”
After what felt like forever, they finally announced we could board. I was over all the waiting, but I figured if I didn’t go now, all of this would be for nothing. I passed a flight attendant and managed a quiet “Good morning,” even though it felt like the least good morning of my life.
Just as we were about to take off… another mechanical issue. Another delay. But this time, they handed out snacks: two Dewberries, a Presto cookie, and water. A small but welcome peace offering.
I leaned back in my seat, thinking about everything that had gone wrong until the plane’s speakers played “Rain on Me” by Lady Gaga and Ariana Grande. “I’d rather be dry, but at least I’m alive.”
Right then and there, it clicked. I was still alive. Still going. Still on the plane. And maybe, that was enough.
Finally, after a bunch of waiting, we took off. Hours later, as we finally landed, “A Thousand Miles” by Vanessa Carlton came on.
It hit me this chaotic, unpredictable, emotionally draining journey somehow felt whole. Like a movie montage with a strangely satisfying ending.
Maybe it wasn’t smooth. Maybe the universe wasn’t against me, just testing my patience. But I made it. Despite everything, it was an unforgettable trip.
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High Tide in Sumilon Island
After our encounter with the whale sharks in Oslob, the morning still had room for adventure but first, lunch.
We stopped for a meal somewhere nearby. I wish I could remember exactly what we ordered. I think there was sisig. Maybe tinola or sinigang. All I remember clearly is how comforting everything tasted after the long wait and the cold sea. A fruit smoothie too on the side. The kind of meal you forget in detail but remember in feeling.
From Oslob’s shoreline, you can already spot Sumilon Island a soft blur on the horizon. The boat ride took about 20 minutes, enough time for the sea breeze to clear my head and lull me into a kind of silence.
The island has an interesting history behind it too. The name “Sumilon” comes from “Sumilog,” which means “take shelter,” Back in the day, fishermen used it as a safe haven during those intense typhoons that love to hit the Philippines.
We wandered the beach for a while, took photos, and stood where the sandbar should’ve been—submerged under the high tide. I didn’t mind too much. Missing it just gave me another reason to return.
The waves were stronger than they looked. Every few seconds, one would crash into me like it had something to say. I stumbled more than once and laughed every time.
We went in early June. Not ideal, since the tides were high and the weather slightly unpredictable. If you’re planning a visit, aim for the drier months November to May. Catch it on a low tide day if you want to see the iconic sandbar in full shape.
And if you can, take the time to walk to the old tower. I didn’t but next time, I will. Some places are meant to be visited twice.
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