We are Modern Nomads: An exhibition of travel writers’ kits by Moleskine

WBP Co-Founder, Nikka Sarthou, is part of the “We are Modern Nomads” exhibit, which in ongoing in selected National Bookstore branches. Please visit the Greenbelt branch to view her travel kit. The travel kits of four other travel writers from Hong Kong, Taiwan, Singapore and Malaysia are also being displayed in National Bookstore branches in Mall of Asia, Rockwell, Shangri-La, and Trinoma.

“Do you remember the time when you were less mobile? Snail mail, office desk, and fixed phone line were essential parts of our daily life and our mode of communication.

Now, with the aid of mobile technology, we bring our life with us anywhere. Sometimes it is the simple, silent objects we carry around that say the most about us, becoming an integral part of our identity.

We always change our addresses, but we always have the same email addresses. With our mobile phones, we don’t need our home line anymore. But we usually carry our favorite pen, phone, and wallet. The familiar objects help us create a mobile home.

We are modern nomads.”

~Moleskine (legendary notebooks)

WBP Co-Founder, Nikka Sarthou, is part of the “We are Modern Nomads” exhibit, which in ongoing in selected National Bookstore branches. Please visit the Greenbelt branch to view her travel kit. The travel kits of four other travel writers from Hong Kong, Taiwan, Singapore and Malaysia are also being displayed in┬áNational Bookstore branches in Mall of Asia, Rockwell, Shangri-La, and Trinoma.

Feel free to visit the stores and check out the new Moleskine travel gear and notebooks.

A writer’s tale

I was on my way home from Laguna earlier today and I traveled with my sister. She was on her way to her work. Aside from the naughty topics we seldom share with each other and the giggles about it, we also talked about writing while we’re in the bus. She loves writing as much as I do. Only that she doesn’t feel in line with it at this point of her life.

BY APRIL PACA-ANAS

I was on my way home from Laguna earlier today and I traveled with my sister. She was on her way to her work. Aside from the naughty topics we seldom share with each other and the giggles about it, we also talked about writing while we’re in the bus. She loves writing as much as I do. Only that she doesn’t feel in line with it at this point of her life.

She told me that whenever she starts writing, she would lose the hype of it. I know she can write because she’s my sister, and sisters have their precise similarities only they can pinpoint. (By the way, we just reunited after 23 years.) I took the chance to mention to her my experience when I was in grade school.

I started writing when I was in grade school. I used one-inch pile of thin bond papers and fold it in halves, staple the folded part and draw on its cover to personalize it. I would write on that handmade notebook. In my room, I found the comfort of writing after I get scolded or bullied in school. I wrote numerous things which I already forgot to this day. I never shared it with anyone, even to those people I considered very close to me.

One day while I was in my room and thinking of another piece to write, what seemed to be the constant checking of my adoptive mother turned out to be a trespass. She saw my precious literary notebook, read the contents and criticized it. She said I was crazy. She asked me why I write those things. She thought I was going nuts and all I did was to waste paper, and then she stormed out. It was indeed a storm for me.

I was caught off-guard and left devastated after what she said. For a grade schooler, that was just too much to take. My comfort zone was disturbed. As a reaction, I burned my priceless notebook and all the contents with it down to ashes. I watched and cried as the flame consumed every piece of paper.

After that incident, I feel like writing is something I need to keep from everybody. It was something I thought normal people don’t do. When I think of it today, it is indeed not what a normal person would do. A normal person is an average person, and I am not an average human being. I am exceptional and talented. All those years I kept my writing pleasures from everybody. And while I was telling this story to my sister, I just realized how long I held back of the things that I really loved to do.

If I hadn’t experienced that incident, I might not have taken a Nursing degree. I would have taken up Journalism or Creative Writing. There were so many years that were wasted and I could never bring back. We were silent for a moment and she broke the ice. We talked again about different things, what we saw along the way and about the days to come.

Surely, there are more things to write about now and no more paper to waste.

April Paca-anas┬áis currently residing in Makati City but was born and raised in Tacloban City, Leyte. She moved to Metro Manila two years ago and started a career in the BPO industry. She had a change of heart and realized that she would love to pursue a career in writing. She is not a graduate of Journalism or any related course so she is now taking up an online course in English Language and Literature. She has also started a blog called SimplyAprilBlogs. She loves the arts–singing,dancing, and doing portrait sketches. April is a dog lover and an animal advocate. She is also into yoga for her meditation practices.

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