and was totally worth missing my bus to get a photo of

I get a lot of questions about my travel journals, so I thought I’d make a post about my tips, tricks, and essentials for on-the-go journaling! Keep Reading if you’re interested~

(Disclaimer: a give in, but I thought it’d be worth saying- this is all up to personal preference! This is all of the stuff that is necessary for me, personally, when I’m journaling on the go, but it’s all customizable to whatever intentions you have in mind and what supplies you have. Please don’t think you need to spend money in order to record some great memories!)

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Be humble

Two of my best friends, Riin and Hiromi, both moved to Hungary last year so I decided to go visit them in November. I miss them a lot when they are not around. They are so genuinely silly that we always end up doing something insane together. I love it.

They took the wrong bus to the mountain so we had to climb up from the wrong side. Eventually, we got to a platform which gave a great view of Budapest and had some tasty langos. I’m pretty sure my body was not made for a mountainous landscape because I felt absolutely dead after it. But the view was totally worth it. 

It’s such a beautiful city but somehow I was too busy looking at the architecture that I did not take a lot of photos.

And at some point we decided to travel to Pecs and wander around in the countryside.

We stayed at a friends place and went on long walks a lot.

The forest there was so idyllic somehow, something I would imagine from a fairy tale.

When we were back in Budapest we’d take photos of the aloe plant in the middle of the night because that’s the sort of thing you do when you can’t sleep.

I swear by Almighty Aloe to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

I loved these massive buildings with high ceilings, it reminded me of my home on Päeva Street. I get the photo is a bit dark, but damn those windows are nice.

This is my favourite shot I took there because it so eloquently gives forward the vibe of autumn in Budapest. Makes you want to dive right in.

the importance of being idle, 11/12

A/N:  another delayed update, but this time not as long as the last which I’m pleased with! we’re very near the end now folks, just remember to clap your hands and believe and it’ll all work out in the end. ;) as always, thank you so much to all the comments and kudos I’ve received so far, it means the absolute world! so, enjoy!

Rating: M

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get-out-of-my-apartment-(no-really-get-out)-you’re-hot-but-I-got-shit-to-do rock ‘n roll AU. Captain Swan.

“Well that’s what they get for having a goddamn brawl in the middle of your house.”

Truthfully, Emma didn’t even see who threw the first punch, the entire altercation was a blur. All she knew was one moment Malcolm had been gloating about something, spewing some crass comment about her or Tina and the next moment he was flying backwards, crashing into some antique coffee table and sending it in pieces to the floor. Killian and Tina had both been standing over him, and in all honesty she was sure it could’ve been either of them — or perhaps in an unprecedented show of synchronicity from the oft-bickering pair, they’d hit him in unison.

The following ten minutes were manic; Blackbeard and Isaac had jumped forward to defend their fallen bandmate and even Robin had been pulled into the fray. Emma had tried to step in and stop things from escalating too badly, but she’d received a swift elbow straight to her nose which sent her reeling backwards. It was hardly clean fighting, it was clumsy and involved a lot of grabbing and fumbling, and by the time Jefferson and August came sprinting from the other room there was only Killian and Blackbeard left rolling around on the ground to be separated.

That was over an hour ago. Since then, the injured parties had been marched into a private room full of executives who’d been attending the party, only Jefferson exempted for reasons that appeared unclear to Emma, and the rest of the guests had been sent home.

“It’s seen worse,” the bassist said, mumbling more into the trash bag he’d brought from the kitchen than to her, “the house, I mean.”

“Still,” she said, before pinching the bridge of her nose and testing to see if it was throbbing any less. “I’m sorry.”

“You didn’t start it.”

“No, but I wasn’t much help finishing it.” She bent down to pick a couple of pieces of splintered wood. “This wasn’t worth anything, was it?”

Jefferson shrugged, offering a rueful smile. “Nothing I can’t come up with myself.”

Guilt and unease both roiled in Emma’s gut, warring for which could make her feel worse; nothing about that private meeting felt particularly promising, and the Jolly Rogers’ place on the tour was already a fluke. Starting, or even just participating, in a fight in Jefferson’s house was hardly the gracious thanks they should be giving their hosts, smarmy as they were. In a tour full of unpleasant surprises, this appeared to be just the latest in a long line.

An unpleasant surprise of his own, Neal had slinked off somewhere else the moment any sort of formal executive had entered the scene, likely slightly fearful one of them might recognise him or call his father, or worse. That didn’t stop the spike of irritation Emma felt towards him — it was his fault Blackbeard’s Revenge had known about Killian and Milah, undoubtedly something he’d let slip in an attempt to curry some favour with the band. Or perhaps he’d just wanted somebody to vent to about the apparent frustrations he’d been harbouring over the situation. Whichever it was, she was pissed and she at least felt like she had a right to be.

Emma carried her own garbage bag around the room, picking up discarded bottles and cans and dropping them in without ceremony. It was only as she was clearing the surface of a dresser that she came across a few scattered photo frames, apparently of the same girl at various ages. There was one of her perched on shoulders that were clearly Jefferson’s, his face lit up in a wide smile.

She turned her head to look at the other man beginning to sweep some glass. “She yours?”

Jefferson looked up, eyes seeking what she was pointing to before nodding mutely.

“My daughter, Grace.” He answered her question before she could even give voice to it. “She stays with her grandparents while I,” he waved a hand around absently, “tour.”

Emma hummed quietly to herself. “Don’t you miss her?”

The corner of his mouth quirked upwards sadly. “Endlessly.”

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‘Someday, Someday’ :: Tumblr Edition, #16

The first time I called Nina from America I was expecting a certain level of discomfort from her.

I was ready for the awkward pauses, for struggling to read what she was thinking when there wasn’t her face in front of me to take cues from. I thought I would have to pull words from her, prompt her to share her life with me even if it had only been a few days since I saw her.

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Vigan2017: A Travel for two

In celebration of our 9th anniversary, Luis and I decided to go to Vigan. It is our dream place since we started working and when he arrived in the Philippines last February we decided to pursue our plan. 

Finally, after 9 long years a LEGIT couple travel!

What to ride:

We’re staying in Pasay City so we opted to take the nearest Partas Terminal. We booked our ticket two days before our date of departure. We took the 10:00PM trip of Friday. They will let you choose what class you’re going to take: Deluxe, First Class or Ordinary. In our case, I told the girl to book us a Deluxe class but when we arrived on the day of our departure we were booked in the First Class Bus. Anyway, we were charged PHP700-800 each. We travelled 9-10hours to reach Vigan.

Tip: Bring thick jacket with you! The aircon is freaking cold!

Where to stay:

(photo not mine)

After several internet research about good hotels in Vigan, we chose to book at Hotel Ni Among. We booked the Small Casita for two that costs PHP1,512/night. It has an aircon, cable TV, CR, pillow and blankets. This comes with FREE breakfast plus (the thing we enjoyed) FREE access to their swimming pool!

I suggest you book at least 3 days before the date of arrival. You can contact them through these mobile numbers: 0917-5298107/0917-5684662. They answer your texts/calls right away, I swear!

Means of Transportation:

Calesa and Tricycle. You can choose between the two. Of course, it was fun riding the Calesa (hello for pete’s sake you’re in Vigan) On the other hand, tricycle driver charged PHP10.00 each person but when after 6PM they charged more than PHP10.00, it depends to them.

What to try:

Kusina Felicitas
Vigan Longganisa

Itinerary for Two:

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Once a cheater, always a cheater. An epic story of revenge on my ex.

This is kinda long but it’s worth the read.

So I’d been on and off with this girl for a while. She was smokin hot, solid 9/10. Her and I just kind of clicked right off the bat and it felt very natural. She seemed pretty smart too, felt like I lucked out. Boy was I wrong.
We were at that awkward ‘friends but not friends’ stage for about half a year and then one night she drops the L bomb. I’m totally cool with it too, let her know I feel the same way. We date for about a year.

Then shit gets weird. I post some stupid cute comment on her Facebook picture, just trying to be sweet, and this dude comes in telling me I’m too slow on the draw and he’s prince charming.

Red flags now, this dude sounds pretty confident. The 'we’ve been talking about stuff’ kind of confident. Confront her about it and she insists they are just friends (yea, right) and they just started talking last month.

I’m not stupid. Tell her either she cuts contact with him or I’m walking. She chooses the latter because “he’s a really great guy”. Okay, whatever. I’ll get over it. Just another woman hell bent on wasting my time.

About a month later she comes crying back and insists she loves me and we are meant to be together, and that guy was such a dick (he fucked her and bailed from what I understand).

I know she’s full of shit but on the off chance she’s serious, I have her swear that she loves me and there’s no going back this time.

Enter Matt Vanguard (dota 2 players will get the reference). I set up a fake profile with a sizable library of handsome photos from some random guy I found online. Then I add enough info and friends to make it believable, then add her and start chatting her up on this fake account.

She swears left and right that this time is different, meanwhile “Matt” is scoring her number and setting up a date (I had an alternate phone number thanks to Text Plus, free text and calling). I’m fucking pissed. It takes a real heartless cunt to sit there confessing their love to someone they’ve been with a year and a half while simultaneously setting up a date with someone else they’ve never even met and know nothing about. Yea, I’m definitely burning this shallow bitch to the ground. (and I even did my best to make “Matt” sound like kind of an idiot and kind of an asshole. She dropped the “babe” word for example and Matt responded with “don’t call me that again, got it? I’m not your babe”).

So she’s going to school and takes the bus back and forth. I know her classes run pretty late, and buses don’t run forever, you know? So Matt is going to pick her up after school in his super fancy car and take her on the most romantic date of her life, or at least that’s what she thinks. He conveniently doesn’t get off work until about an hour after she gets out of class. She says that’s fine and she’ll just study until Matt arrives. Meanwhile I’m asking her (as myself) if she wants to hang out and she says she has some extra curricular thing going on and her friend is going to give her a ride home. Hahaha fuck you.
So she hits up “Matt”

  • Her: hey are you almost here? If not I have to take the bus because they stop running soon…

you can tell she’s a little annoyed. He says;

  • yea sorry, I had to do over time. We were super busy tonight. I’m leaving now.
  • Her: Okay can’t wait to see you! :)

Oh, you can. You can and you will.
Time drags by, Matt is now an hour late, he’s super apologetic and he’s speeding to the school to go get her.

  • fuck! I just got pulled over…I shouldn’t have been speeding but I felt bad for being late :(
  • Her: …seriously? Wow…well get here as soon as possible.

Time keeps ticking and she is PISSED at that point. Matt is hours late. Finally I break the news.

  • sorry, I don’t go out on dates with lying whores.
  • Her: What??! What are you talking about?
  • this isn’t Matt. This is anon.
  • Her: you guys know eachother?!
  • no. I set you up to see if you were still an unfaithful cunt. And you are.

Then she has the fucking nerve to tell me she wasn’t actually going to meet up with him. Are you fucking kidding me?

  • Don’t talk to me anymore. And I suggest you start walking. I think you missed your bus.

Months go by and she hits me up. She’s very apologetic and says the whole incident has been replaying in her mind. I tell her I appreciate it and I’m willing to be friends, but I have a girlfriend (i didn’t) and even if I didn’t I wouldn’t date her again. She says she understands. And the subject of our falling out comes up another day, she says her 3 hour walk of shame was the worst she’s ever felt in her life. Good. It was the best I’ve ever felt in mine.

TL;DR lying cheating ex girlfriend tries to cheat on me with an imaginary guy and finds herself making a 3 hour walk of shame instead.

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fic: tonight i need to hold you

title: tonight i need to hold you 

genre: fluff/reality| rating: pg-13 | warnings: swearing

word count: 1700

description: an insight into dan and phil’s relationship as of late in the form of conversations on a tour bus and getting used to waking up in new city every day.

“being on tour with you isn’t much different to being home with you, except we’re on a bus that’s constantly moving and it’s the bumpiest sex i’ve ever had.”

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Oh hey guys! I’ve received a few emails over the last year asking where I’ve been. And that’s been hard to answer, because sometimes I don’t even know where I am. Where did I leave off? I suppose it was sounded something like: I just broke up with boyfriend, quit my job, and was trying to focus on being happy. A year later, I can tell you, 2014 has been a whirlwind of adventure, probably best told in pictures.  So where have I been? I started out the year working on Cry Wolfe for Discovery ID and quickly jumped onto Catfish: Untold Stories, which was just as crazy as you might imagine. 

Right after Catfish, I went on to produce The Great Food Truck Race, which took me across America. I started with the Military Moms truck in California…

We went to the Wild Wild West in Tucson, Arizona…

Finished the week at Pima Air Space where I was totally in awe of JFK’s Air Force One…

We took a bus ride to Austin, Texas… 

I was again with the Military Moms and Lone Star Chuck Wagon, parked on South Congress for the weekend. In our free time, we had a blast on 6th Street and Rainey. Austin was amazing, but HOT. Holy humidity.

After Austin, we went to Oklahoma City and met some cowboys and hung out by the lake…

And finished the shoot at the capitol:

My producing gig on Food Truck was over in Oklahoma, but i hitched a ride on the crew bus to St. Louis because, why not? So we of course, had the most epic St. Louis day possible. The Loop, Budweiser Brewery, the Arch, and a Cardinals game–had to be done. 

By Memorial Day weekend, I flew to the Hamptons for one of my best friend’s Tupac-themed Bachelorette party. We started with wine and cheese and appropriate behavior at a vineyard.

And like any good weekend in the Hamptons, it ended with a hungover train ride back to the city:I then hopped on another train to Newport, Rhode Island for an amazing weekend with some friends, but unfortunately, my phone took a swim, and I’m missing most of the pictures from that weekend, except for this one:

Also included in the lost photos was a trip to Boston to see my friend, Becca. Total bummer. By early summer, I was back home, celebrating to 4th of July in Manhattan Beach:

But before I knew it, I was back on a plane to Cabo San Lucas for the summer. I booked a job on Preachers’ Daughters which airs in January. I spent 7 weeks in Cabo on night crew, which meant most days I got to watch the sunrise:

To say Cabo was magical and life changing is an understatement. I fell completely in love. The days looked like this…

And the nights looked like this… (If you happened to have gone to Squid Roe, Mandala, Pink Kitty, or Knotty this summer and saw a television crew, I pray you weren’t one of the drunk assholes who jumped in front our cameras….aside from being on permanent Spring Break, I had the best time ever.) 

With the best two night crews making it the best summer ever..

It took me awhile to get used to producing barefoot and body-guarded, but I would do it again, in a heartbeat.

Just pure magic.

From Cabo, I flew back to New York for back to back weddings of two of my best friends’. It was an NYU reunion, and it’s good to know, we all still got it. 

After some pizza and meatballs in Brooklyn..

…I hopped in a cab, in my dress, at 4am, and got on a plane to Sonoma. I never went to bed, but by 4pm the next day, I was drinking a watermelon beer in Northern California. 

It was a weekend of wine, train rides, and general debauchery with Troop Sonoma’s finest..

In late September, it was time to celebrate Christmas. I took a job, producing The Great Christmas Light Fight for ABC, which took me to Louisiana…

Mobile, Alabama…

Somewhere in the middle of Georgia…

And Jacksonville, Ft. Lauderdale, and Tampa, Florida…

I actually spent my 30th birthday in Jacksonville, which all things considering was a great day filled with beach, wine, champagne, oysters, and new friends on the road. Couldn’t have asked for more if I had to be on the job!

It was odd celebrating Christmas for 3 months, and most of the time I was tucked away out of the shot, hanging with some penguins in 85 degree Florida heat. 

I made it back from that gig just in time for the American Music Awards with my old ABC crew, where somehow we had better seats than Taylor Swift? 

And I accidentally look a selfie with Kate Beckinsale’s boob…

A few weekends later, my friend, JMad and I hopped in the car and drove to Vegas for her 30th birthday when our friends from New York missed their flight out. Shit got weird, as things normally do in Vegas. ;)

I started work on a new show, which is crazier and darker and scarier than anything I’ve ever done, and I damn well froze my ass off on our first shoot in Georgia. 

Thankfully, I made it back in time for a sweet Christmas with friends and family, which we now refer to as Squidmas. 


And now here I am, reflecting back on this last year of adventure. It was amazing and filled with incredible laughter. It was also terrifying and lonely sometimes. Planes, trains, automobiles, nice hotels, shitty hotels, not remembering where you are or where you came from, not knowing what you’re signing up for when you say “sure?” to 7 weeks in Mexico with a crew you don’t know….there were moments of overwhelming anxiety and overwhelming excitement. My life doesn’t look like what I thought it would at 30, but dare I say, it’s better in so many ways? The people I have met along the way and the lifelong friendships I made make everything worth it.  If you’re wondering, yes, there were boys. But none of them are worth mentioning here. Maybe one day one of them will get a post, but for now, 2014 was about me, and of course the most important guy in my whole life:

I don’t know how much I’ll be back around these parts, but I wanted to check in. For those who followed me for years, I still think about this place. I hope you are all well. Spread the high fives and good vibes and enjoy some mai tais alibis. xo