Neyzielle Ronnicque

Tindog Eastern Visayas, Kaya pa Yan!

Published on June 27, 2014June 17, 2015 by Neyzielle RonnicqueLeave a comment

10313352_876678409016312_2849606978555242069_n I am currently a volunteer writer for a humanitarian organization. People ask me why I chose this kind of work, they don’t really know me, because this is me, this is what I like, this is what I love to do.

I never thought volunteerism can be this tiring, but worth it, and amazing. This is not my first time giving service to humanity, because I have been to places where I worked my heart out to extend aid to the people of the community.

This is my first time in Visayas, because as the geography bobo-side in me, I learned that Palawan and Naga City is still in Luzon, which made me think that I am a Luzon lady, forever. I packed my clothes for two weeks, ringing with me my Canon, laptop and of course my now-favorite pair of Chucks.Being the supportive and understanding Tito and Tita that they were, and yes, my “bakit ang ganda ko” cousin, they were the ones who drove me to the airport. Terminal 4. My most hated airport terminal in Pasay.

As usual, as the Tiger Philippines flow is, the flight was delayed.

To Tacloban

My birthday wish was to go to this place after I came back here from Hawaii. But being the brat that I was, I spent my money on gadgets and, whatever you call it happenings and foods that make me feel alive, so it did not happen.

So, I thank this opportunity.

I never expected the airport to be near the coastal area. By near I mean, the railway is 100-150 steps away from the sea. The baggage cart is not working so we needed to shout at the porter in front of us if they have already found our luggage.

So, I was with Jord, and an Agriculture Technology fresh graduate of Southern Luzon State University, and I would have died travelling in the Visayas if not because of his taunts and his company. This is Tacloban [airport]. Six months after the storm, leaves are still growing from the branches of the trees, tall grasses are slowly filling up the area, most buildings and houses are still roofless, military and humanitarian organization bases are everywhere- but there is hope.

I see hope in the laugh of the children playing in the streets, in the strength of the men and women still struggling in building their houses, I see individuals helping each other in many simple ways.

To Pagnamitan, Guian, Eastern Samar

Two to three hours travel (by Van) from Tacloban City. So, we traveled along the famous San Juanico bridge.Brgy, Pagnamitan is the community where the organization I volunteered at built houses, grant livelihood projects, and administered medical mission for the Yolanda Survivors, It is not just a place where you can find happy and approachable people, it is where I saw the best sunset in my life, for now. Let the photos speak. Bonus trip to Homonhon Island

Homonhon Island is where Magellan first landed, history’s backlog, told us otherwise. You can go to Homonhon by riding a bangka, FOR TWO HOURS from Pagnamitan.

I have learned during the entire boat ride that the ocean has different shades of blue, of which I was so fascinated that if was possible, I would have swam there.

All photos were taken using my lost Samsung Galazy SII Plus, with no filter added. Photos that were fit to a collage were not edited, too.

HAWAII: Paradise all along

Published on June 26, 2014January 24, 2019 by Neyzielle Ronnicque1 Comment

IN OAHU.

I just wish that I did this blog post when I still have my phone, because I was just a photo hoarder and I’m beginning to hate myself just this moment. Yes, all of my Hawaii photos are stored in my phone because I didn’t bring my baby in paradise.

When someone asks me where I wanna go, Hawaii will always be on my second list, first in Europe for honesty’s sake. Hawaii isn’t a paradise, it’s a h[e]aven on earth.

Because first things first, you probably already knew that the sole reason I went to Hawaii was to attend the 8th NAKEM International Conferences at the University of Hawaii at Manoa.

I was with Kuya Mark Dave Camarao, he was my partner when I presented my thesis.

It was so heartwarming and overwhelming to have been the only undergraduate delegate from the Philippines, a privilege, and yes, it’s something to be proud of, they say.

~~Sorry that I don’t have anymore photos to post. Phone was stolen for the nth time~~.

Maybe it’s a tradition, but I got two more welcome parties from my ever-loving and ever-supportive relatives there, both from mother and father sides.

First was the first night I arrived, it was in my Auntie Azon’s house in Waipahu. (Yes, special thanks to Manang Joy, Manong Jeff, Manang Alona, Manong Rex, Manong Allan, Manang Raquel, Uncle Rudy, Aunty Azon and my nieces and nephews for the preps).

Second was at my Mommy Nita’s house in Honolulu, which was celebrated for Jarica’s birthday, too.

So much thanks to Mommy Nita, Daddy Romy, Mommy Remy, Uncle/Daddy Rico, Daddy Samuel, Mommy Thelma, Mommy Lory, Mommy Delia, Grandma and Grandpa, yes, and to all my distant relatives who came) *Hugs and kisses because I miss you all.

And a dinner treat by Aunty Muray at their house in Waipahu, again.

Thank you to the Agonoy Family. ~~(No photos available)~~

So here. The only photos left with me.

Oahu at night. They call this extra awesome place Tatalus, I suppose.

Waikiki

Best places to visit in Oahu:

Waikiki (preferably at night). It is where you can find surfers and shops in the street just across the shore line.

Waikele Premium Outlets. Yes, shopping, if you know what I mean.

Ala Moana

Del Monte Farm (?)

And.. Yes, just ask your relatives for around the island trip because unfortunately, I was not able to do so.

Well, you can found Pearl Harbor there, babe.

All photos were taken using my stolen Samsung Galaxy SII plus. No editing done xx

Things I Realized When My Phone Was Stolen, I don’t Have Anything to Use Since Then

Published on June 16, 2014May 21, 2015 by Neyzielle RonnicqueLeave a comment

1. Indifference is Inevitable

You can never blame me because I had mine since I was 8 years old. I used to have different units and brands then, because 1) I use it to communicate with my father who is in abroad 2) It became my comfort zone when I don’t have anyone to talk to, I mean, the games and everything, and 3) I think you’ll agree with me, is that your phone is connected to your soul, you got to love it more than other things because it is the possession where you keep most of your privacies. It is never the same, you know.

2. Losing your phone is like losing a part of yourself
That feeling when you wake up in the morning, and the first thing you do is look for your phone, and you can’t find it, then you realize that you can never really have it back. It’s like waking up broken hearted, you want to cry but you choose not to, because you can never do anything about it. You tell yourself that it will gonna be okay, and you just need to let go, and move on. But no, how can you, when you will have a hard time loving the new one, if you’re lucky enough to have something new.

3. Your phone is a daily reminder that you’re existing
It’s always on your side, when you wake up until you go back to sleep at night again. You live your life doing that daily routine with your phone always there, yes, when you really need it the most. Because you can pretend you are doing something, though not for some people, when you are bored and alone and lonely and.. Every effin time. It’s never the same without it, right? There’s a part of you that is missing, and that is life and the gap that can only be filled with, er, technology wise.

I need a phone.
It is a part of my life, my daily grind, my routine, and myself.
But how can I have one now?
I am so lonely and I think I cannot go any day longer without something on my hands.
It’s a way to kill a part of me.