I was sorting some of my things to conserve space and was amazed of what I’ve found. I got some valuables I kept hidden for the longest time. I’ve unearthed the original copies of the poems I’ve written back in college. Sounds so primitive huh. But this entry will not talk about the emotions I felt upon holding and reading those literary pieces. That alone deserves a different space.
This page is about the two petite yet cute bears. They were wrapped in an equality small native bag as a memorabilia of Jade’s 18th birthday. I’m sure she will be surprised to know that until now, i still have those in my room.
Naming these two cuties isn’t much of a challenge. I suddenly thought of something that I love doing. iPa y Kara is a manifesto of my liking to karaoke or videoke hence I got the name for my female bear – Kara. While the other one is kinda tricky. iPa, should be written in such manner, tells about my passion and love in cooking pasta, the italian way. iPa stands for italian pasta.
iPa y Kara will add some color to my travels and some adventures. So get to know more about them by reading my blog.
meet my iPa y Kara
My recent trip to merlion city of Asia – Singapore was indeed very fruitful. I achieved and accomplished my primary reason of travelling – to do an international bench-marking as part of my final requirement to finish my degree. Admittedly Singapore was just a fall out plan but turned out to be a pretty good alternative of my top choice. Malaysia and Thailand were my target due to financial consideration and the vibrant culture that we can emulate. However, due to last minute craze, I opted to visit Singapore instead via bus from Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.
So far I have couple of things that I find interesting during my 3-day stay the trans-shipment port capital of Asia. But for now I will just highlight one of them – the transport system. That includes the public utilities such as taxis, buses, monorails and trains.
I’ve read some of the nightmares of first timer Filipino travelling abroad. As my mind trying to digest the horrendous experiences, my heart seemed anxious and edgy that I might suffer the same fate when I come face to face with the Nazi-like immigration officers (IOs) at the airport. My travel partner, Diana, had her share of some agonizing and terrorizing moments at their hands for more than fifteen minutes when she made her first international travel.
Equipped with some learning insights, dressed in semi-fit shirt, a short pants and tennis shoes with a camper’s backpack, I confidently walked towards the immigration officer one high noon of 27th November, 2014. I was good at faking my emotion and throw my nervousness at the back stage as I drew near his cubicle.