Our days in Palawan were spent hopping from one island to the next. We explored the lagoons and lakes of Coron Island, while sharing stories with our boatmen Abyog, Simeon, and Ryan. "Fishing alone is not enough," Abyog said. "So I work as a boatman or a guide to help sustain my family." Philippines, 2018 ✨
So this happened! I’m happy to share that we’re featured this week on @mothermag! It’s one of my favorite mommy blogs, so I did a little happy dance 💃🏽 when they asked me to share my travel essentials and must have items for traveling with little ones. From what I wear to what we’re reading, I got to share our top 20 Mother Essentials! Please check the link in my bio or @mothermag to read the full story!🙏🏾 #withoutboundaries#motheressentials#travelmama
Acordei morrendo de frio 🥶 e lembrei com saudades das minhas férias desse ano em Santa Catarina, no Rosa 🥺😍 Eu não gosto muito de frio, não 😅
Qual foi o destino da última viagem que vocês fizeram? ✈️🗺
This month, I learned that it’s okay to sit back and take a breath. With so much happening so fast in this digital world, and with all the pressure to perform and excel, it’s hard not to get overwhelmed or burnt out. Strangely, most of the time, the pressure comes from myself. I encourage you to step out once in a while and take a breath with me. Don’t feel guilty for taking a few days off, but instead, use it to recharge and keep yourself mentally and physically in shape. Love, Tin xx
🌟🌟🌟🌟 Mini chocolate croissants // Reminiscing over Barcelona and it’s wonderful selection of pastries (to my surprise). These are the perfect bite on the go & cost about 2€ for 10 !! ~
I also forgot to keep updating my stories with our final days in Barcelona but they are up now 💓 🇪🇸
Dubai, a city with many superlatives! The Burj Khalifa alone holds the following records: 🎉 * Tallest building in the world
* Tallest free-standing structure in the world
* Highest number of stories in the world
* Highest occupied floor in the world
* Highest outdoor observation deck in the world
* Elevator with the longest travel distance in the world
* Tallest service elevator in the world
Bringing Burj Khalifa to life required a combination of visionary ideals and solid science. Marvel at this true masterpiece ❤️
Early morning views from the coast of Lombok. You can clearly see Mt. Agung on Bali to the west on this clear morning. I’m sure it would’ve been a cool, yet frightening, sight when it erupted and/or smoke emanated from it the last few years ⛰🌋
#lombok ➡️ #mtagung#bali
In the world of constant boasting about the successes, we sometimes forget that fails happen, too. And that, in fact, they are even more common.
There is nothing wrong with not knowing something. To think of it, even the scientists know close to nothing about the world we are living in as there are giant gaps of knowledge waiting to get filled.
Every time I want to get snobbish about anything and point out something like “everyone knows that, why not you”, I remember myself.
I remember myself searching for a good mobile phone X-Ray app in the AppStore to check whether my finger was broken as I was too lazy to visit the doctor and check it there. (Never got there. As I said, too lazy).
I remember myself using vodka instead of water for cooking as it boils faster. And, well, they both are clear. Vodka smells unpleasant but it’s nothing one couldn’t fix with a good perfume, right? (Yeah I poured the perfume into cooking vodka as well). BTW Having me as a cook is a good idea only if you want to get food poisoning.
I remember myself knowing Michelangelo and Rafael only as the Ninja Turtles and not Renaissance Titans (kudos to all art historians here and my Art History degrees).
I remember myself spending half an hour searching for the right piano key (playing Beethoven and Mozart kinda ok nowadays). I remember myself making 8(!) mistakes in a word “autumn” not so long ago (not a single one in this word now! Wow!).
And I bet you have plenty of similar stories as well! Well, if you weren’t born yesterday...
I remember most of my fails, always ready to laugh on them as well as understand their significance. They show me the gaps in my knowledge of the world, encouraging me to learn and to do more. Sometimes it works, sometimes not, but there is no success without several failures. They are essential.
The only thing I discourage is not trying to fill those gaps once stumbled upon them, not trying to understand why the failure occurred at the first place and how it could be prevented from happening in the future.
Admitting the ignorance isn’t shameful. Choosing it as a motto is.
Unlike my mobile phone memory, I don’t think that there can be too many photographs.
All of them are the pieces of reality, cut from it and trapped in the exact moment. Collecting photographs and storing them all in one place is thus somewhat similar to collecting butterflies. Both actions encompass catching extremely short-living creature, depriving it of their life and ensuring that they will be trapped forever somewhere, staying dear to us. That they won’t perish from the existence as they become dead. And moments, those milliseconds, die faster than any of the butterflies.
All of the pictures are the orchestrated glimpses at the world. Something always stays behind as only pretty, important or photogenic things are captured. By taking pictures, we change a world slightly so it could satisfy our needs. Standing at the same place (a beach, for example), one could take a picture of themselves (the main need is to show that they are there), of waves (to illustrate the reassuring power of the sea) or of plastic bags by the shore (highlighting the pollution issue and the need to preserve the nature). All of those people might be at the same place at the same time but still see different things. They take pictures of entirely different fragments of the reality, bending the world to their will.
More than the depicted image, what was left out of bounds matters. The entire world that didn’t fit into camera, that was left to wait. All those feelings and hopes, often hidden from the camera eye, events of the day. All those impalpable and indescribable things one could remember while looking at the picture. And smile warmly.
We will never be the same we were on those pictures.
The places will never be the same.
The world and time itself won’t be the same, either.
Isn’t it wonderful?
Thanks for taking many of them so I could choose✨
This is by far the most powerful and impressive thing I saw in Prague - the Memorial to the Victims of Communism.
I wanted to see it as I was initially surprised by its existence. And all those tormented, dissolving figures, marching down the stairs with hope drained out of their lifeless eyes really left me in shock. They made me think of people who suffered and died because of the mighty few. People, the names of whom we might never know thanks to those “rulers”, who wanted to prove something to the world and themselves, thus playing sick games, seeing the world as they playground lab and treating the people around them as though they were objects. Never had any respect for such “leaders”.
I haven’t always been a pacifist, as there were time when I were convinced that the ends justify the means. Took me a while to realize how wrong and naive I were.
Nothing can justify killing people or ruining their lives, nothing and no one are even worth it. We only get to live once in the entire eternity, we don’t live long and every second is precious. So is the human life which cannot be taken away or threatened by the single desire of anyone.
When I was watching HBO Chernobyl series recently, I often caught myself thinking why the people agreed to sacrifice themselves and risk their lives at the first place? Was the propaganda really that strong that they believed in USSR so much and forgot to care about themselves? I was thinking that if I were there, I would turn everybody down and just leave or file a lawsuit. No man, no idea, no country are worth me risking my health and life altogether.
But then I realized a simple and yet disturbing thing: If such thing happens, nobody will ask for my agreement.
I think that nothing defines any person better than the things they love. Nothing else has such powerful influence over mind and body, giving the reason for opening eyes every day, making one unstoppable and inspired. ▫️
The things we love aren’t permanent. They change over time. There is nothing wrong with it as every period of life is the time of love towards something or even someone.
Once the passion dries out, the love itself changes its focus and flows like a river again, filling the veins with unmistakable tingle. Speeding up the heart beat, making this blood pump flutter like the wings of a hummingbird. Lighting the flame deep inside which is so warm and so bright that it could be seen through one’s eyes and in every word spoken.
I think, from time to time, it is useful to stop for a moment and try to define the things one really loves, not being expected or forced to love (the pressure can be surprisingly strong). Figure out those things that mean the world, the single thought of which makes the chilliest of days warmer. Giving purpose in life. ▫️
As you can see in this pic, I’m really into walking around cities at night lol. ✨
I don’t want to be anyone else but myself.
Every day I wake up determined to become the better version of me whom I were yesterday.
I want to be more understanding, more supportive towards people and more determined towards my own goals. I want to help, I want to make the entire world a little bit more pleasant place to be in. I want to always see this universe as a giant miracle that I am fortunate enough to witness. I want to always greatly respect the work of other people, the legacy they leave (or left) behind. Never miss anything out. Never diminish one’s efforts or time. Because every living soul matters. And every labor does matter, too. Especially if it is art we are talking about.
So I do my best.
I recite in my head that it is never too late to make things right, to make amends for what I did being up in the arms when caught in my own battles.
It is never too late to change. It is never too late to learn or do something. It is never too late to notice the world and people around you.
And it is certainly never too late to become one step closer to the person you want to become.