The Root of my Travel Addiction

To kill sadness is to travel.

My first fly abroad (i mean not in KSA, where i work) was definitely an amazing experienced.

July 1, 2015. Together with my ate Belle, we started to explore a lil' paradise from a parcel of the earth. 

Singapore is one of the most attractive  place in Southeat Asia i'm sure about that. Famously known as the City of Lion from the Malay word Singapura which was derived from Sanskript (Singa is "lion" and Pura is "city"). Also widely known as the Garden City owing to its extensive greening policy covering the whole island. You will fall in love with the majestic sights of lovely flowers and vast array of grasses. A well sheltered and safe  place with efficient public transportation system. 

I was amazed how Singaporean behaves. Their flawless skin is spectacular and i was very impressed with their fashion sense. They have obsession to cleanliness and they were very hardworking. Regardless of age, i've noticed everybody is privilege to work and earn. Their diverse cuisine is a -must try while staying in the city. I must say probably visiting the place again is a bucket list.❤️

MESSY_CHELLE

First time i switched my primary Facebook name to Messy_Chelle, people throw in some curiosity. Why Messy? (of course aside from my messy hair) i have few blood drops of being obsessive-compulsive plus two well-organized arms.

It’s like my great desire to formulate a blog even though i would be  chaotically in wonder if someone will  crack an interest  to ever glance it or read some few lines. Just like i’m pretty clueless how to start a blog, “LIFE IS A BEAUTIFUL MESS”. It’s always a wonderful fact how behind awesome thing were disasters. When we commenced something new about life we really messed up before we can say “the best”. we cannot be beautiful at everything without messing something. and that’s where i thought my moniker came from.

If i were not a nurse, Journalism is my ultimate dream. But no matter what my calling in life is, writing will always be my passion. It makes me who i am. It is my form of reliever where i can let out my inner self that your naked eye cannot see.Singers scream out their thoughts through rhythm and lyrics, fast or slow. Dancers are swaying their emotions, soft and hard. Photographers captured pictures to define meaning of an object. Life is a pages of book. It comes empty until you write something of what life have you made.

I need to get my head straight. I’m uncertain who will ever crash my page but i want to open  myself. I just want to share my world. Even if my grammars are bad or my photos are failed or even if i don’t make any sense at all. I just want to be me. I just want to be inspired. Life is how we make it and this is my parcel.

Conversation With God

I was writing to tell you what she feels
In a fear-stricken moment and she don't know how to dwell
She wanted to pour out her doubts and hesitations
In the endless cycle of the sun and the moon

When the sun sets and darkness veils the sky
Her thoughts whispered some lies
She was trying to deceive herself
In the reality of life's existence

When the moon reign in the midst of silence
And nothing disturbs the charm of solitude
Her imagination travels and explore

The mystery of life is whipping her perception
Her mind is tired and diffuse
She's always thinking of what if's

Her words like a rhyme
Every syllables wanted to cry
She was assaulted by heavy thoughts
She was summoned by solitude

At the break of the dawn
Her mind is greeted  with various conflicting emotions
She's afraid of the unknown
And was challenged by her emotions.

Life is my Beautiful Mess

A true-blooded Filipina. She is a constant dreamer. A registered nurse who loves literature and travel. She wants to learn more about photography and different languages. She is a mix and match fashion type. She doesn't care too much about brands. She is excited about new cities and refreshing green natures. You will know if she is apparently down when she craves for ice cream. Sleeping is her daily struggle. She loves to be productive but she is mentally counting the hour when she can lay her back to bed again. She admires humility and compassion. To love and be loved is her absolute dream ( and i think everyone's dream). Do her good and she will triple your kindness. Without God she is nothing.