Pink and Stray

Dementia

2012-02-06T23:51:00.004+08:00

As the violin begins to play in my head

A shape of you comes into form

I tried to shut my eyes but you won't disappear

And the music continues to poison my mind

As the guitar starts strumming in my ears

The flashback of your kiss persists

I tried shaking my head to take away the remembrance

But it seems the fantasy yet feels like enjoyment

I already know the answer--I am not your woman

But why does a part of me still want you so badly

As if a thorn in the heart keeps pushing in

And tears of blood slowly flow out of its shelter

I caressed the integrity of saying 'no'

But the more it's prohibited, the more I thirst for you

I knew right from the start, there was a connection

between us

But never did I expect it would go this far

The yesterday's heart had been so vain and bitter

I know for sure I wouldn't want the same

Though I cannot stop it from falling into another ground

I just want peace, if not a triumph of your love

If there would be a way to live and forget

I just wish that that moment would be today

I wouldn't want to shed more tears than before

One scream is enough, and a few sobs are just as tough

Nobody knows what plays in your mind now

But a myriad of questions, I'd like to ask

I never wanted to be the dirty bad guy

But please stop serenading me with your sweet intentions

I don't know how you really think of me as a lady

Though in some ways I know how much you lie

There's certainty in me that you feel the same struggle

Because I know deep inside your unwanted thirst is also me.

Fire

2012-02-05T21:50:00.005+08:00

Why does it bother me now

When I see a picture of you in my mind

And a thousand words come across to call out your name--

Your funny name

I don't even suppose you would be the one

to grab my heart

But your act made my thoughts wonder

Why does it bother me

When out of a playful night

Your name yelled out

And your wide arms gently

enveloped my tiny shoulder

As you randomly treated the woman like your own

And almost called her a sweetheart

Why does it even have to bother me now

When I should tell myself your stare

didn't mean a thing

And that touch was just a crop of temptation

out of a curious taste of sensuality

I was proud to say I needed no one

And free to linger in paradise

Until you came out of an uninvited romance

And provoked me to play with fire.

2012 Goals and Wishes

2012-01-27T20:52:00.010+08:00

The World New year and Chinese New Year has come. Fireworks were lit in the air, gatherings and cakes were shared by every family around the globe. As for me, I have my goals and wishes to accomplish and hope, would come true for the entire year:

A stable job. I've experienced so many about the corporate world, and most of them didn't end well. This time I am truly hoping that my current career will last longer and will bear more fruitful relationships and success ahead.

A single and carefree life. I know I'm not staying any younger but having enough freedom is the best way to enjoy life! This is also a great way to save up and prepare for the future.

To obtain an access. I love my country very much but I assured myself one day I'll be moving out. And this is the best year to save for it. :)

Financial freedom. I don't know how to grab this opportunity but I am faithful that this will happen this year. XD

Stay alive and enjoy life. Everybody experiences problems in life but I choose to be happy and appreciate life.

Save. It's not easy to do this but discipline and vision can help me do it!

Control the urge of traveling. I'll still travel but not as much as I did in 2009. Hehe.

Watch my diet. I haven't gained weight for the rest of my life! Though some envy my slim figure, others suggest a little more weight would look better. So this year I'll eat more healthy food and do more exercises to have a stronger and more capable body structure.

Read more, write more, draw more.

Cook great recipes. I want to discover more dishes and would want to invest for food!

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Highlights of 2011

2012-01-01T21:35:00.032+08:00

Whadya know--2011 is over! Did you guys even feel the length of that year? I barely did! It was probably because there were just too many events that happened in my life. It was incredible (Was it the same for you?)! Nevertheless let me recall some of the ups, downs and crazy moments of my 2011:

Job hopping. The early months of 2011 didn't flow smoothly because of uncertainties in my career life. In April I was quickly accepted at an online gaming company and worked there as a graphic designer and illustrator. Honestly I thought that was gonna be my last career in the Philippines until I got kicked out after four months because of cost-cutting! I was really disappointed because it was almost one of the best workplaces I've been to. I learned how to use the tablet pen, got more aware with online games and learned to appreciate art more. But thank God this short-term experience upgraded my professional career. Two months later I was accepted as an illustrator at a young graphics design firm and is earning more than the usual.

Fine dining and food-tripping with Jophet. Mostly after work, my friend Jophet and I made time for each other by trying out various restaurants around Makati. It was quite numerous, but what I deeply remembered was our dinner at Max's Chicken (unlimited chicken promo), Kanin club (Filipino fine dining), Caramia (gelato), Pho 24 (a Vietnamese noodle house at Ayala Triangle), and our most-favorite, Nolboo House (authentic Korean restaurant).

Pho 24's specialty

Jophet just can't wait to try my noodles!

He was my favorite dine-in chum because he loves to try out new dishes even if it cost us some bucks. I miss those moments now because currently he's in Los Angeles, California. I hope one day when he returns in Manila we'd explore more amazing dishes most especially at the awesome buffets at the Shangri-La hotel or even at the Manila Peninsula!

Makati life. It was my first year to work in the central business district. In the beginning I was overly-excited because it was a bit far from home and Makati is known for great diners, gimmicks and bars. And as time passed I learned much about the place, even enjoying a daily ride inside the e-jeepney every lunch time. Now at my new workplace, I finally tried eating at the Jolli-jeep and discovered more restaurants at Valero Street and Salcedo Village. The little treasures of Makati gets unveiled before me each day.

Ayala Avenue, Makati's central business district

Evening lights at the Ayala Triangle

Ayala Triangle garden

Greenbelt Mall

The Sims Social. Earlier this year came the trend of Sims at Facebook. My sister was the first player at home until I was invited and became the second loyal user of the game. It was literally addictive but I only played it for a couple of months because shortly after I found my latest job and got too busy.

The return of...Well I don't want to mention who this is but I'm sure most of you know who I am talking about. So yeah--this guy just..won't get out of my way! For sure he was forgotten for more than a year until my friend, Chedie gave me a fortune-telling about an unwanted person who would later send me a letter. Well guess what--the premonition came true!

I don't want to give more details about it, but bottom line, we both lost feelings for each other now. I guess this will be the last time I'd see him...and that's more than good to know!

Dad's in trouble. During the mid-year my dad encountered one of the hazardous diseases in his entire life--a combination of pneumonia and tuberculosis. It was a dramatic season for us because we saw how much he suffered with this sickness and the amount of money and time we sacrificed for his medication. I had a 6-day stay at the Lung Center hospital with him in Quezon City (which was a 6-hour trip going to and fro our house) and it changed our lives forever. Thank God again, because he survived. After 30 straight years of chain smoking, he promised himself never to touch a stick of cigarette ever again.

Body massage addiction. On a late September, a small building was erected in our neighborhood which was literally a few walks from our house. To my surprise it was one of the most vain shop I've ever wanted to have in our village--a SPA! It was a dream come true! Nowadays I am the queen of that place for being the most-loyal customer!

Skype mania. As a friendly girl having friends around the world, I enjoyed chatting over Skype to update myself with my dear friends from France, Canada and the US. One of my frequent chat mates were Theresa, Jophet and Florent. It feels good to talk and see them via webcam because the communication never made us miles apart.

Ebay fiesta. Chloe was the pioneer in the family for being an online shopper of PS 3 games, toys and other merchandise. Now I stand as the princess purchaser for different pairs of shoes. Each month my dad gets surprised for receiving several packages at home in just a few months--and all of them were..well, shoes! You guessed right--I could be the next Imelda Marcos!

Less travels. As an avid traveler, this was my dull year. I barely had the chance to explore! That was because I was too busy looking for a stable career.

And these were my highlights for 2011. I can't say it was a total adventure, but for sure it was risky and thrilling. I hope 2012 would be my fortunate year. I hope it will give me success, make more money and help me save for future plans (which will be a secret for now!) 2012...please... BE VERY NICE!!!

25 things to be thankful for this Christmas

2011-12-24T21:21:00.018+08:00

1. I'm alive!

2. I have my family with me.

3. I am healthy (despite my tiny figure)

4. A good job

5. Awesome talents and creativity

6. My senses are complete!

7. I have supportive friends

8. I overcome most of my problems.

9. I am young!

10. I am single and carefree.

11. I have a time to breathe

12. God is in control.

13. I met new friends.

14. I meet ol' friends.

15. There's food on the table at every meal. (Not all families in the Philippines can eat a complete meal in a day)

16. We have 2 new kittens at home.

17. I have several new pairs of shoes! ^^

18. I have enough money!

19. I am mostly contented with what I have.

20. Having the gift of sleep. (Billions of people around the world suffer from insomnia)

21. A peaceful neighborhood.

22. My Bamboo Pen + Touch (One of the best digital art medias with an affordable price)

23. My beauty.

24. A faithful God.

25. I enjoy LIFE!!!

MERRY CHRISTMAS !!!

A Saturday Fun with Chloe

2011-12-19T00:56:00.010+08:00

After two months of very little social life, I'm back for another day of simple joys--hanging at the mall with my sister and chum, Chloe. As other busy people might yell, "Thank God, it's Friday!" I'd say, "Thank God--it's Saturday."

Yup--Saturday is my preferred holiday. Most of the time I schedule my special activities on this date--and I devote this relaxing moment to myself, and/or with my loved ones.

Like one Saturday morning, Chloe and I thought of winding up for another movie-watching at our favorite mall in our hometown. We watched "The Adventures of Tin-Tin in the afternoon; although there were scenes in the movie that got me asleep (I don't know if it was because I lacked rest for a couple of weeks or the movie was boring), it was an enjoyable moment. Before that we also tested her newly-bought hot pink Sony camera and took pictures of ourselves beside the attractive Christmas decors inside the mall. We felt like one of the jologs shoppers but because her camera had good quality, we carried on taking pictures even with our Korean lunch that we took at Kimbob fastfood stand at the upper floor.

Chloe poses in front of a huge Christmas tree

Ready to mix and eat my favorite Korean dish--Bibimbap!

We didn't stay long at the mall but the quality time together was the highlight of that day. I can say this all over again--it's good to be free from work. It's all about food, entertainment and shallow happiness. A smooth escape.

But then the fantasy ends when Sunday evening turns to a Monday morning. Back to work and stress? I guess so. But wait--another Saturday has yet to come. And the fun continues. :-)

Street signs, street love

2011-11-16T20:50:00.030+08:00

Have you ever wondered about a guardian angel keeping an eye on you wherever you go? I did, when I was in my younger years; most especially because parents of the 90s told us kids that there were these 'unseen friends' watching us for safety.

Now at my tender stage of adulthood, I still believe in miracles. Stepping aside from being religious, I believe God also makes his mysterious moves--the street way. He pokes my conscience and gives me hope by making me notice random signs in the urban that relates to a specific situation I'm going through--signs that I refer as reminders or yet, street love!

"Love what you do." I remember one busy morning in Makati, I was off to work. However my heart wasn't set for it. I was exhausted, panicky and complaining because of all the stress I felt a few weeks ago. I was even thinking of quitting. In my mind I told myself, "I wanna get out of this job--I'm tired. I don't feel this career anymore."
I unconsciously looked at the windshield of the public van I rode, and there I saw a job advertisement in the bus that read, "Love what you do", and beside that tagline was a happy woman dressed in a business attire--jumping, laughing. Her smile affected me. Her eyes looked at mine as if she was saying, "Dude--not everyone has a job. Be thankful you have one. LOVE WHAT YOU DO."

She was right. After all, if not with my job at this online gaming company, I wouldn't learn how to use the graphic pen. If not for this company my resume wouldn't be better--and I wouldn't get the awesome new job that I have right now!

"You are beautiful". Like most drama queens in the world, I too, scream about my appearance. Sometimes I question myself why I put too much makeup on my face. I feel naked without it. I think I'm ugly without it! And mostly, I wonder why there wasn't a Filipino guy noticing my beauty--or if ever one did, he was too shy to get close to me, or admit his feelings, or make a move, or just...TALK TO ME! (What's wrong with these dweebs!???) Maybe those were the reasons why I prefer the white guys--they're much bolder and manlier than those losers.

And so, every time I come out from work, the damsel-in-distress in me looks up in the starry sky, sauntering the busy streets as I watch corporate lovers walk along the fancy restaurants nearby, while others ride the public bus together--looking at each other with holding hands. In my mind I was like, "WHAT THE HEEEELLL!!! Why can't I be like that!??"

Reality check--I move on, walk like there's no tomorrow, dreaming like I'm Belle, the main character of Disney's Beauty and the Beast, waiting for her prince charming to suddenly tap her shoulder and say, 'hi".

Oh. I did say reality check.

Now I'm in the bus, watching the people outside while I sat by the window as a small roach crawls across the broken glass. I tried not to scream, but the fat man beside me was taking too much space and I couldn't move. I had to pretend that the bug wasn't there.
Then as I gazed back at the window I saw these moving lights from a famous salon that read, "You are beautiful." No matter how much I doubted myself, this random sign reminded me that I have a healthy life, a complete body and a beautiful face given by my parents. Somehow it reminded me that my features are pretty after all, no matter the broken relationships I experienced in the past.

Specific names in jeepneys. Like other locals and tourists of Manila, I enjoy looking at jeepney banners. Aside from the unique and funny designs of this crazy vehicle, the huge names on the front make it the asset of the ride. I play with my imagination as I read familiar names like Daniel, Joshua, Carlos and Bruno to mention a few. Sadly there was not a "Michel" among those jeeps that I saw. That name was quite special to me. :-)

Map of Australia. Even when I was a child, I already dreamed of journeying the world. One of the countries is Australia. But no matter how much I love to move to that beautiful place, the dream is still a dream. I waited for years, tried hard to apply for a job there, but to no luck. I guess I wasn't meant for Australia.
Then one night, riding a bus coming from Ortigas, I watched the long vehicle approached Mall of Asia, the biggest mall in the Philippines, as it stopped for a few minutes for more passengers. The Christmas lights attracted me and I told my friend, "Wow, look at those colors!" But out of the blue, the huge globe in front of the mall flickered its moving lights, catching my attention. The first thing I saw on that globe--was the map of Australia.

"Think God." Not everyone in the world believe there is a God. It's a saddening truth. People depend on their own wisdom; people--waste their lives on guilty pleasures. But even the faithful lose faith. Like me.
There are so many challenges in life, and most of the time I want to just give up. I tell myself how much of a failure I am. I rank myself very poorly sometimes, I dwell on negative thoughts. My mind is crowded with dark images and lifestyle.

One sunny afternoon I rode an FX going to Makati. I sat by the window like always--to look for signs, hoping that God would show me something unique. I think all advertisements are the same: sexy billboards, mouth-watering foods, beautiful people, moving lights. But moving lights are only attractive at night. That moment I told God, "Give me a new sign. Something that will change my mindset today." Then, the unexpected billboard came: "Think God."

Street signs are never new to our eyes. But it still thrills us when these signs unintentionally reminds and helps with our current situations. I'm sure you experience being poked by these non-living angels. And I'm pretty much sure most of you enjoy noticing their ponders, just like I do!

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Who's my right Mr. Right?

2011-09-23T11:13:00.028+08:00

Romantic relationships are endless, and so are these annoying questions that bug every 'unattached' individual:

"Are you single?"
"Why are you single?"
"Everybody's getting married; why don't you join the club?"
"Are you...a lesbian!?"

Oftentimes when we hear such familiar words we feel like killing somebody!!!! It's actually a battle for two extreme groups: the frustrated singles and the happy singles. Obviously the frustrated ones couldn't help but dive into their ocean o' depression and shed their own bloody dramas. Whereas those who smile for their single lives keep their ears open and wave those nonsense interrogatives goodbye.

The thing is, like one of those happy singles, I AM not in a hurry. So who cares if I'm 27? That doesn't mean the world will create gigantic volcanoes and 'Pompeii' the homes of the hopelessly loveless. That won't even mean I am the black sheep in the passion community and HARDLY would even interpret I'm interested in french-kissing the same sex!!!

Now a lot of my friends are wondering why I'm in such a 'pathetic stage', as some people might say. It's a pleasure to share them my thoughts about it, as I have several considerations in a guy before he can be called a potential candidate. Many of my pals already know that I am not really into Pinoys (take note: NOT REALLY into; meaning I don't strictly disengage myself from them), but then there are just more important things to magnify than that. Let me name a few:

He should be faithful. Sure, we love the hot, boy-next-door types whose daring eyes and kissable lips are to die for, but most of them are...(sorry to say this if you're one of them) assholes. Enough said.
I'd still go for a man who knows why he wants the woman. And those reasons couldn't even match the price of a bag of diamond rings.

Tall says it all. Admit it; we all have a physical attribute in mind. Forget about the overrated good looks ( as long as his face doesn't look like sh**t) BUT never miss out the height. I'm a petite girl so I'm looking for a guy that can beat my dad's height (if not one who can afford to dunk into a basketball ring).

Travel junkie, music fan. Can be both or any of the two, because these are my favorite things in life, if not cooking. :-)

Burara is a NO-NO. 'Burara' in Tagalog or 'messy' types are a major turn-off. I may be a neat freak and wouldn't care cleaning the rooms but DON'T make me wash your underwear.

Clowns are a plus. Dude, I'm talking about the humorous ones and not the McDonald mascot.
Moving on, I've had some relationships which really clicked for quite some time not because they're foreigners or hunkies...but because their humor defined their character. I am a very emotional girl and I strongly agree that laughter gives the best remedy. But if you don't even know how to use the verb 'joke' forget it 'cause you should know better that spending time with you is all the joke!

A deep encourager. I've fallen for guys not only with a sense of humor but a touch of wisdom and positivity. My life had solid ups and terrible downs and it blesses me every time somebody is there to cheer. Words to ponder and thoughts of happiness maintain a healthy relationship. I promise.

and most especially...

One who shares bigger faith. Trust me, I'm not religious, but it makes a difference to be with a man of great faith. For me it gives hope and..it sums up a man's worth.

So those are some traits that I am looking for in a man...trust me; I've seen a lot of them, but I guess I wasn't meant for them that's why I am still in the same status. But then again that wouldn't give a bother. I am confident enough and would dare prepare the most for the man He yet 'secretly' picked. :3

What Pinoys do in a rainy day...

2011-07-11T15:22:00.051+08:00

It's cold outside; the air invisibly outstretches into every house in Manila. A little later, tiny billion drops of swollen moisture spatters into the dry land, bringing hope to the thirsty fauna and every creature on earth. Truly, the rainy season has invaded the tropical Philippines!

So what's your business during these lonesome, lazy days? Here are some things I have observed most Filipinos enjoy doing:

Drinking hot, steaming Coffee. Instant or brewed, cheap or outrageously expensive, sipping a finely prepared cup of coffee soothes the cold, damp day.

Kids bathing under the rain. I still see this sometimes, though not all kids are allowed by their overprotective parents. I'm quite curious how this feels like, but I'm pretty sure I'll end up gnashing my teeth after an hour of soaking up XD

Eating champorado and tuyo/dilis/daing altogether. Champorado is a popular merienda (afternoon snack) of Filipinos. It's like chocolate porridge (without the salt and pepper, of course) poured with a generous amount of condensed milk. A combination of dried fish such as the tuyo, dilis (anchovies) and daing is best eaten in the middle of the rainy day. If you don't enjoy this, you're definitely not Filipino (or in denial! XD)

Watching movie marathons. This 'ritual' is usually practiced during the Holy Week, but oftentimes some Pinoys are enthralled with viewing their favorite movies while the outside is moist.

Eating sinigang or nilagang baka. Both traditional favorite soups of the Kayumanggis, the sinigang is a kind of soup mixed with various leafy vegetables, chili pepper, tomatoes and (usually) pork or seafood spiced up with some vinegar and gabi, while Nilagang Baka is a favorite delicacy made of green local vegetables, quartered potatoes and fresh beef and bone marrow.

The typical sinigang recipe

Sleeping all day. It's a boring day, right? Best to spend it by snoozing in bed in peace...especially during the weekend!

AND MOST OF ALL..

Rowing the boat. Nothing beats the Philippines for being the world's most flooded city in the world. Due to the nation's apathetic habit of dumping garbage everywhere, the drainage evolves into its worst, making the country into a huge pool of wasteland every time the rainy season comes. There's traffic, knee-reaching (or even neck-level) floods and well, rowing of boats...literally :p

Heroes and underdogs

2011-06-16T21:59:00.015+08:00

Heroes are often the main characters of a beautiful story. They are the ones who bring light to a tragic environment, and are often praised for saving the world. But before the stage of triumph, these protagonists are first called 'underdogs'. They are mocked, doubted and betrayed. They stumble so many times that it seems so impossible to be the lead of the scene.

We are all heroes of our own journeys, and so to speak, we are first pictured as the common underdogs. In fact, at every season of our lives, we go up and down from underdogs to heroes, then go back to being an underdog and a hero, as the cycle goes on.

For almost a year, I've experienced being one of the flops. I've seen the worst events of my life, and envied the beautiful happenings of most of my friends. I totally felt like...a loser! But after several months of waiting (or should I say, 'impatiently' waiting) the rainbow came, reflecting numerous blessings that I could hardly count. I literally felt like winning the lottery. I thought everything was a happy ending, but at the same time my mind was preparing for unexpected disappointments. And not too long, the dark days came. My smiles and laughter are slowly fading away with another row of trials.

At work I'm dramatically chasing deadlines, crying over layout designing and illustration jobs, being intimidated by professional teammates who are ironically younger than me, and demanding for a complete serenity and a wholesome time for myself.

Like how I barely prepared for anything that spelled out 'trouble', I know for sure the rainbow will miss me and later come back. But then as human as I am, I will never know the day of that light. I am still in this shattering stage, and the only bright side I have is the spotlight which is directly shining above me. (Dramatic background music insert here)

So what must I do now?

Like I repeatedly used to say, "That--I don't know."

But then again, don't heroes also feel the same?
They didn't know what to do. They NEVER were wise enough to save the day. THEY ARE JUST DESTINED TO SAVE IT.
Somehow I believe that that 'destiny' will soon come to me. I don't exactly know how to deal with it, but miracles do happen, and they are given to the chosen people--the underdogs who will later be entitled as, the heroes.

And the story goes on...

I need grace

2011-06-05T15:22:00.019+08:00

It has been more than a month that I haven't updated my blog and I missed writing. Usually I pick up my favorite grade school pad and pre-write my entry there but this time, let me make this raw: no major edits, no grade school pads to write the outlines. This is me, typing the words in my mind, directly to my blog.

I'm not okay.

Need I add a sad face? Hyeah...

:-(

I mean, seriously. Yeah, I know, things are 'perfect' with my life nowadays; I have a good job, a good workplace, a stable salary and a peaceful family. As good as it sounds, we always forget that life is a stage, and the dark things are left at the backstage.

Yes, we all have our backstage.

That is me, sitting pretty at the office; that is me with my friends laughing at the gimmick place, and this is me at home--desperate, empty and frustrated. Despite my contentment on the outside world, inside me is screaming for a peace of mind. I have little time for rest since I come home very late, I fail to eat dinner at most evenings because my travel time going home is 2 hours from Makati, and I miss 'myself'.

I want to draw..I miss drawing. But my weekends are not enough to satisfy my artistic hunger for this passion.

And then there are my back pains and cramps for sitting in the bus for too long during my travel time, and sometimes I stand up and lift my tiny feet, trying to reach the bar on the ceiling of the bus to keep myself from bumping to and fro when the vehicle is too crowded.

And then there's the weather. A minute ago the sun was up, dehydrating every person underneath it, then a little later you'd see the clouds shrouding the light as the rain sarcastically spits into the busy streets, forming a humid steam that makes people's pretty business wardrobes turn into discomfort.

And as the evening comes, I have to deal with some students who fail to pay me on time and some, even questioning my rates that I have to review every single peso in a day's online class.

Now here comes a friend who gets offended after my apology for not being able to make it on her birthday due to my pre-scheduled activities, and says I didn't need to explain and she doesn't care anymore if I come or not.

Need I say more? Yes. I have a technical project that is due on the 3rd week of June; a poster that would be manually colored through Photoshop using a Wacom Intuos 3, a device which I have never even used in my life!! And I am forcing myself to take it home during the weekends...but now the weekend is here...I CAN'T DO IT!!!!! WHHHYYYYYYY!???

I wanna scream. I just..wanna scream. I want to cry, but I don't understand why I have to. I SHOULD BE HAPPY, SHOULDN'T I!??

I should be positive because I have learned enough with my past experiences. But this is me, still hurt, still troubled and anxious. I am depending on my own strength, and I'm pushing myself too much. I'm being legalistic.

God--if you were me, what will you do? How will you apologize to the people you fail? How will you respond to deadlines? What will you do when you can't eat? What will you do when you unconsciously offended people? What will you do when you're sick and tired? Will you make time to scream and cry, just the way I am doing now?

I am scared; that's the truth. I am scared to fail. But it seems that the next stage I am going through will be failure indeed. And I'm scared to face it. Please give me grace. I can't do these alone. I know the storm has poured down on me several months ago, and the sun has shown. But then life doesn't end here, and another storm is coming.

I don't know what to do.

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First week at my new workplace

2011-04-22T09:37:00.040+08:00

After eight months of waiting for the right opportunity, I finally found my next career at an online game publishing company somewhere in Makati. It popularizes interactive, massive-multi-player online role-playing games (MMORPG) and action games fresh from South Korea. And what I loved about this company was not just the nature of the products, but my job itself. I was hired as a free-hand illustrator/graphic designer for the promotion of its innovative products. And not only that, I get exposed to various events such as the launching of new games, free local band concerts, cosplay competitions and other media-related activities. This is the job that I always wanted!

Most of the company conventions are held at the SMX center beside SM Mall of Asia, Pasay City

First Day
It was crazy to feel so anxious about the entire thing just a week before my actual day at the company. It was probably because I would finally be back to the corporate world. But what even thrilled me more was the feeling of uncertainty among my colleagues-to-be: would they be the friendly tribe or a bunch of bullies threatening noobs? (Take it from my former experiences at some of my ex-workplaces) But thank God when that day came; there were some who put a smile on their face. One of them was Mech, a shy guy who offered me my permanent seat and prepared my desktop. There were a number of guys who teased me for some reason, but I didn't mind. What do you expect from guys who saw a cute newcomer? XD

Soon my friend Justine arrived. But instead of greeting me a warm "Hello", he taunted me with a comic voice saying, "OooOooh, nandito ka na pala!" ("OooOoh, so you're finally here!")
Yep, this guy is my friend who I met because of his older cousin who happened to be one of my peers. My sis and I oftentimes call him Bruce Lee because of his hairstyle and body figure (well...somewhat 'body figure' LOL)

Lunch time
During the week I had lunch-outs with my friends who happened to work at the nearby buildings, but oftentimes I spent my afternoon meals with my team who were all boys. Yep, I'm the only girl in the group and it's kind of awkward sometimes, knowing that I'm the different gender and yet the 2nd eldest of the group (our boss is the 'grandpa' of the Creatives Team XD)

Our building was so convenient that almost all the preferred restaurants were there, convenience stores, cigarette stands, Starbucks coffee, ATMs, bakeries and even a gym!

Makati by day...

...and at night :-)

The workplace
The office looked small, coming from the receptionist area; but as I came inside the office it seemed to be huge for a private local company---there were several rooms that I never thought would be placed in a certain area but they were cozy enough. We have the rooms for all departments, a pantry with a Nescafe coffee maker that never works (LOL) and a video room for its TV show that is aired in a local channel. I just love how the posters were attached on the walls---it really offered a gaming atmosphere. There were only a few office rules, although Facebook is blocked, I can still access most of the popular interactive sites like Deviant Art, Blogger.com and Youtube.

The video room

There is a dress code and sometimes we are required to wear smart casual but at least there were no uniforms. Regular employees were given an official shirt jack which is cool (I love shirt jacks---especially that they're covered with all the game logos), and during promotional events the regulars are obliged to wear them (which is even cooler!)

Travel time
It takes two exhausting hours of travel time from my home to the office, but as an adventurer I enjoy the rough ride. Every Mondays and Wednesdays I am forced to take the FX because of the heavy traffic (terminals offer public vans or "FX", a truck-like air-conditioned vehicle in the Philippines), as Mondays are the busiest day of the week and Wednesdays are 'holy days' of the Catholics who attend mass at the church in Baclaran City somewhere in Manila. I spend the rest of my journey days riding the bus which is more fun because oftentimes I stay at the window seat and listen to my favorite songs in my I-pod.

The Baclaran church which I never thought would be this nice despite its dirty location in the city

The complicated city of Baclaran (which is even dirtier in real life)

..and the GT Express Garage terminal ride, the FX I'm talking about :D

So far my first few days at this company is enjoyable. I may only have a few friends for now but I'm sure I'll get to meet more. I'm also hoping that I stay longer and learn more; in fact I already love the job right from the start!

Personality test

2011-04-04T13:21:00.007+08:00

I checked out a personality test sent by a friend and here are the results of my character:

- Always happy in a crowd, you love to converse, to relate, and above all to have fun. (Agree!)

- You tend to think in a more holistic manner than many others. (Uuh..wut!? ^^;)

- Like a crow you are attracted to shiny objects, new ideas, playful exciting colors and the thrill of a new personal relationship. (Uh-huh. XD)

- You love to talk or gossip. (Talk, yes. Gossip..NO!??)

- You are highly invested in the reality of day-to-day life. (Oooh yes!)

- Practicality is far more important than issues of honor or allegiance. (Agree!)

- You are a creature of the here and now. You are a natural multi-tasker, often switching mid-thought from one duty to another. (LOL..I guess so!??)

- You have a flair for presenting your personality in your work, and are known as a great storyteller and natural actor. (A storyteller and a NATURAL actor...I like that XD)

- You are very skilled at taking in a barrage of information and distilling what is most important from it. (*Sweatdrop)

- Naturally charming, you are quick to win new friends. (How GAY is that!?? XD)

- Over stimulation is a danger. (VERY true!!!)

Check out your own personality by clicking here!

My Puerto Galera Weekend

2011-02-22T09:09:00.032+08:00

Christmas season has left, Valentine's Day is over and summer is fast approaching. I'm back on my knees to hit the beach. Hello, Puerto Galera!

It's my second time at White Beach and I couldn't wait to see one of my favorite paradise escapes. I came there with two of my friends, Paolo and Stella. We met at McDonald's in Alabang and took a bus ride to Batangas Pier at the Muntinlupa terminal. It was a long trip, about 5 hours, from our meeting place to the island itself. And though it was a bit tedious, our eyes feasted on the beautiful turquoise sea and evergreen mountains that decorated the waters.

We took a 2-night stay at a funny resort called Mama Ching's Lodge. Mama Ching sounded a bit like "matsing" or "chimp", that's why I found it a bit hilarious. But the cottage we stayed at was good; the interior was clean, there was cable TV and air-con, and the bathroom was comfortable. There was free drinking water and the staff were polite. All for 900 pesos a night (20.73 USD).

Our day started with a healthful lunch at Friendship Restaurant, where the waitress kept on calling us "friend" or "friendship". She went, "Hey, friend! Try our menu!" or "Hey, friendship! Do you want some drinks?" (Friendship is a gay term for Filipinos who tries to be exaggeratedly nice to people). The three of us ordered roasted pork kebab, sweet chicken barbecue, garlic rice and grilled vegetables. Stella craved for some mango juice because there was rarely a thing in France!

We spent the afternoon looking for a perfect spot where there were a few people. I recommended Talipanan beach where I spent most of my time last year with another French friend, Alex. It was tough to get there though because we had to cross a series of boulders to get to the serene beach. But we made it anyway.

Me and Stella at Talipanan beach

Nightlife with the lady boys
During the day, people scatter around the beach to swim, sun bathe, play volleyball and other recreation. At night the fun goes on but with a different beat. There's fire dances, bar-hopping and the lady boys' freak shows!
Last year I remember it was only a simple dance number of these gay men. Now they have various costumes and eye-popping performances. Most of them wore kinky dresses and neon swimsuits that almost revealed their private parts. Even the foreigners were shocked!

Snorkeling at Sandbar Resort
The next day, Stella suggested us to go snorkeling somewhere nearby. But since the activity was a bit expensive, we tried to look for companions. Good thing a man named Lowell approached us and offered us a cheap price. We paid 1,500 Pesos (34.44 USD) for the boat ride, the tricycle going to Sandbar Resort and the snorkeling fun. It was my highlight of the weekend because we saw the beauty of Puerto Galera and had a good experience feeding the colorful fishes underwater.

The Dozed, the Crazy Woman and the Magic Wallet
It wasn't just the baklas (gay entertainers) who freaked out the nights; there's also the popular "Mindoro Sling", a local drink made of citrus juices and vodka that made us crazy each evening. Well, I'd say it didn't really hit Stella and Paolo--it was I who easily got knocked down!

During the first night we ordered a pitcher and as I took my fourth shot I already got drunk! Stella and Paolo even teased me to dance publicly at the bar and to their surprise I did! And as the evening lasted, they paid it using this black wallet that they thought was mine. They realized they unconsciously took money from another person! And oh, how they wished for the black magic wallet to return (we almost paid nothing on the first night). The second night came and we met a woman named Marlyn who came along with 2 gay nephews. Marlyn was literally so crazy that she also danced publicly (while eating roasted peanuts), treated us another pitcher of Mindoro Sling, and had a penis henna tattoo embarked between her breasts! We swear we will never forget those lunatic nights. But as Marlyn often stated, "What happens in Puerto stays in Puerto!"

Goodbye, White Beach
It's the third day, and we're leaving.
Just like a desperate traveler, I looked at the wide, stunning beach with a sad face. I hate to go..but I had to!
And as the three of us rode the boat to return to Batangas Pier, I dramatically gazed at the amazing island and wander while the view slowly faded. I'm back to Manila and I'm gonna miss Puerto Galera again.

Well, this ain't the end. Summer is just about to begin, and there's more adventures to go!
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Check out my album about my Puerto Galera Weekend! Click here!

First time in a casino?

2011-02-05T18:23:00.031+08:00

Slot machines, poker and what have you...All these cash-hooking games are a millionaire's money-burning arcade. I only saw these silly things on TV, and heard it from naughty friends who loved to hit the night for some wild entertainment, but I never dared to enter it because I knew it would cost my life--literally!

But that legalistic thought ended suddenly in a Friday morning--and little did I know that I myself would enter such a sinful place! It was 9am when I commuted to Manila for a job interview at a Casino called "Resorts World", somewhere in Pasay. Wearing a grayish-brown blazer and skirt and black heels, I carefully walked in at the recruitment office at Star Cruises building to get a chance of becoming their loyal employee. Unexpectedly it didn't end well--there were a number of applicants and the management was slow and unorganized. The receptionist even had me waiting until 12 noon and told me to take lunch first and come back at 2 in the afternoon!

Well, thanks to the ground floor receptionist who gave me a free membership card to the casino. At least there was something to do while waiting for my turn for the interview. He gave me a temporary copy and told me to go straight to the casino entrance to claim my official card, and so I did.

While on my way to the casino, my thoughts played swiftly. I was thinking of bright colors, sounds of overflowing money from slot machines, people laughing and a row of fancy costumes. As I entered I almost saw the same image. Only that it were only a few people inside, because it was an afternoon.

My eyes dazzled at the colorful neon lights that decorated the ceiling, walls and tables. There was a white luxury car on the right side, and a huge stage on the center where a jazz band played fantastic songs (although I had to admit, the vocalist wasn't that good, haha!) Upon claiming my membership card, I was surprisingly entitled for a free game at the slot machines and a ticket to a lunch buffet!

As a first-timer, I excitedly proceeded to hit a game at the slot machines. There I met Kla, a poker game dealer who assisted me with the game. She kinda laughed upon learning that I was a newbie. After a few moments at the arcades I met some more friendly staff who served at the bars and restaurants. My favorite part was at the Mercado restaurant where I met Chef Dwight, and assistant Manager Paul, who introduced me to the tastiest dishes there. I feasted on a lot of food, and yes, I ate like a hungry beggar!

It wasn't long until I had to return to the boring recruitment office to continue my interview. Even though the formal meeting at Star Cruises building wasn't as expected, my first time at a crazy casino was an overwhelming experience!

2010 Highlights

2011-01-01T10:24:00.074+08:00

Another year is over---that's just how crazy the speed of time had traveled once again around the world!

I often expected a lot of good things to come in a whole year, like last 2009---it was one of my extreme years. But I never thought 2010 had been even more intense. In fact, there were more rainy days than the sunny days and literally, my first half of the year was a playground. But my next half was a blazing nightmare! But aside from my personal life, I also listed other significant events in my country. Here are some of the things I can still recall:

The Manny Villar candidacy
TV, print, radio...name it. Manny Villar's advertisement was everywhere. Being a filthy rich Filipino senator had become a desperation for Manny, as he wanted to become the President of the world (I mean, the Philippines). Trust me; it wasn't just around the nation--his jingles were even translated in Japanese and Korean!

Japanese-dubbed Manny Villar campaign

Lady Gaga, overrated
During this year, this fashion-freak, jaw-dropping, Madonna-imitation diva had overflown charts around the world. She was cool at first, but as the days passed like everyday meals, Lady Gaga began to fade in my ears.

Even the Japanese are gaga over Gaga

Last days with Erwin
There was once a guy who shared such passion for music, film and the arts with me. I met him in a coincidence, and because we had a lot of things in common the depth of our friendship was like a speed of light. His name is Erwin. If there was one precious memory about him that I'd be proud of, it was when we had a Manila-hopping trip on a cloudy-sunny-rainy September day in 2009. But at this early year he surprised us with his sudden immigration to Canada, which somehow got me...well, sad. And yeah, he's miles away now, busy with his winter wonderland days, discovering so much about his whole new world. I'm happy for his success of course; but I miss his presence. :(

Cafe World Mania
After Farmville and Pet Society, there came a crazy restaurant game called Cafe World. I got so hooked with it because I could imagine myself having my own coffee shop! But above anything else this was a desperate cook's game. I saw myself playing Cafe World everywhere I went!

Facebook, Twitter, Plurk
The booming of online interaction would, and still be found only in these leading sites. And they are growing stronger. The question is, will a new website beat them this year?

English lessons
Being fluent in the English language (as most of them say), I was encouraged by my French friends to teach them grammar, vocabulary and speech. I gladly agreed, and every night after work, I dropped by at the Trainees' house to teach them. I can say, I am really thankful about them (special mention to Alex, Anais and Matthieu) because they gave me confidence, compassion, patience and a love for English. And thanks to this experience, it gave me an opportunity to climb the next level, teaching the language to locals in South Korea through Skype, and earning through Paypal.

March Mania
Among the exciting activities that I did with family and friends, this month was the most exertive. In between 30 days I had a second weekend at Hundred Islands with my French fellows, had gimmicks, sleepovers, shopping and dining with my friend Alex around Manila and Eastwood City, and discovered the rising city of Tarlac with my high school friends as we traveled there through backpacking.

At a fancy grill restaurant called Isdaan at Gerona, Tarlac with my high school friends

Playing Uno
During break times and after work, me and my Filipino colleagues relaxed at the Well-Being Room where we shared our moments together. One of them (Allen) introduced us the mind-blogging card game, UNO. It wasn't long until it became our favorite pastime, not only at the Well-Being Room but everywhere we went!

Job-hunting
My days at ANXA were numbered; I could count them in my mind. Little by little I was getting tired with my job and I wanted to be refreshed with a new workplace. For two months I looked for a job, but I assure you, it was a pain in the ass. Thankfully I found one last May, where I least expected---in a company that I applied to for the 3rd time in 2 years. Was I happy?

Company with Jojo
As I spent the days at my new workplace, my cousin Jojo suddenly got in touch with me again. I guess he missed me! Just like the old days we jammed, watched movies, enjoyed gigs, parties and gatherings together with new friends. It felt like the joys of our yesterdays; and our friendship went deeper.

Me and Jojo

Bruno returns
As once an old friend had left, so he returned. Those were glory days on a February week, spending a day at the beach, watching fireworks together on a Valentine's eve and wasting our time at a cheap spa nearby. But his second return didn't turn out the same, and I guess those were the last moments...no more no less. But he will always be remembered. Just...remembered.

August is bum month
After finishing my short term at my third job, I started anew with career. Unfortunately luck didn't fall into my hands. August was my most idle time of the year, and this gave me a hodgepodge of unpredictable emotions. I applied to every company, agency (and even tried VTR's) but success didn't come. I was down on my knees, praying for a chance to get a life---but I failed. I was bitter, emotionally tortured and literally alone. The spotlight was on me, and my world turned upside-down. Was God testing me?

Online teaching
It was a day on a mid-September when I tried to Google for some opportunities, until a kindhearted individual found my profile online and invited me for a job to teach Koreans online. At first I got uneasy about it because I had little experience in teaching, but I had no choice. Fortunately I passed and until now I've been teaching part-time to some students, and I am loving it. In fact, my employer believed that it wasn't just passion and motivation that got me kicking, but it was pure talent. And I felt blessed to hear that.

Hong Kong trip
For 4 consecutive months, I never found myself a permanent job. At this point my dreams of coming back to Hong Kong in November started to fade. But my sister Chloe didn't give up on me. In fact, it was she who kept the hope alive--and we made it. We made it to Hong Kong!!! I honestly felt like winning the lottery! And during our stay there we spent the moments as if it were the last days of our lives. I even met a gentleman named Andrew Chan who eventually became our dear friend!

Enjoying my cable car ride at Ocean Park in Hong Kong

Late Friday
It was the last month of the year when I was suddenly invited by a friend to join their band, Late Friday. I became a vocalist of the group and we performed a gig at a local bar one night. We spent a lot of good times together especially with our jamming; and we're looking forward for more this year, 2011. Late Friday, let's rock!!!

First gig at the Bullhouse bar, a Southcore project in Las Piñas

The Justin Bieber nightmare
If Lady Gaga became the talk of the town, so was the youngest popular singer, Justin Bieber. His influential music spread the world like mushrooms, and whether we liked him or not, he was...well, popular. You may run away from Bieber, but you can't hide from Bieber. He's just everywhere---like a living nightmare!

Okay, this is Bieber playing Baywatch...er, football at the beach (nobody wants to see those tits)

So these were my highlights of the year. This 2011, I'm hoping that the sun will come out most of the time. I'm claiming for more blessings, lessons and wisdom to achieve more goals. 2010 had been mean to me in the latter months but I believe God had His reasons. And no matter how little I understood why, I'm still thankful I'm alive (..and crazy!!!).

Goodbye, 2010...thank you for the memories. Hello, 2011...BE NICE!!

See you next time! More blog entries to come!

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My 2010 Christmas

2010-12-31T07:39:00.019+08:00

It was December 24 and Edgie wasn't around.

My brother went off to see his girlfriend and celebrate Christmas at the young woman's house. How disappointing. He could have told us earlier! Now it was just me, Chloe and Daddy. Well, we didn't want to end the year miserably so to make it special the three of us lingered at the mall and had a hearty dinner at Manong's, a famous Filipino restaurant. Chloe and I also missed the nai chai in Hong Kong so we had a couple of cups for take-out at Quickly.

Manong's Bar and Grill at SM Southmall

My favorite kare-kare (vegetable curry), ordered at Manong's

..the famous crispy pata (roasted pork leg), our main viand

..and our favorite nai chai (milk tea)

Boxing Day
We called for Boxing Day as we reached home. Boxing Day is a term for opening the gifts during Christmas eve. The boy might not be around but he gave the three of us large presents. Altogether we opened them and to my surprise Chloe and I got ourselves an HP desk jet printer! Dad received a pair of leather shoes; unfortunately the size was an inch bigger than his foot (so the boy needed to replace it!)

Our new deskjet printer..

Christmas Day

It was 7 o' clock in the morning. Where is Edgie!?

"I'll be home in 30 minutes," he replied through my phone call. Thank God. He should know Christmas wouldn't be complete without him.

As he arrived, he went upstairs not to greet us, though; but he gave me a tiny box wrapped in Christmas paper.

"Sorry for that, but that's the only thing I can afford,"
Curious, I quickly opened the present. I gasped to see a silver ipod Nano on my hands. It may not be bodacious to some but for one simple girl like me who is a big fan of music, this gift was an epic.

My new ipod nano :D

"Thank you..thank you!!" I repeatedly replied.

His girlfriend April also came along, who wished to spend the holiday with us. So altogether we traveled to Cavite, Daddy's hometown; where we visited our beloved relatives, had a humble lunch, roam around Tagaytay City and enjoyed great snacks at Mushroom Burger. It might be one of the simplest experience, but it was my best time of the year.

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"Pasko", Christmas in the Philippines

2010-12-26T09:29:00.048+08:00

Christmas is one of the most-celebrated events in my country. Like any other nation, it speaks about giving gifts to friends and relatives, building the Christmas tree, decorating the house with colorful lights, lanterns, wreaths (and what have you), savoring big and heavy meals, and of course---dedicating the birth of the Lord Jesus.

Misa de Gallo in Binondo Church in Manila

The Simbang Gabi
Though Christmas is joyfully honored around the world, each country has their own unique tradition. Here in the Catholic-centered Philippines, locals from different districts often visit their churches for the Simbang Gabi, a ritual novena performed which starts from December 16 and ends on December 24. Simbang Gabi, which translates to Evening Mass is usually performed as early as 4 or 5 in the morning. The last day of the Simbang Gabi, which is Christmas Eve, is called Misa de Gallo, which literally translates to "Rooster's Mass". (info taken from Wikipedia) and as the elderly says, if one completes the church services, they can make a wish and it will definitely come true!

Kakanin
Aside from the much-awaited meals in every home, the kakanin or rice dessert is one of the important lists on the menu. The bibingka composes of a certain flour, sugar, and coconut milk. When baked in the fire it becomes yellow in color, and then topped with butter, cheese, salted egg, sugar and grated fresh coconut and a banana leaf that serves as a plate.

bibingka

The puto is a white rice cake that is topped with cheese. Sometimes it comes with various colors. The puto bumbong is traditionally made from a special variety of heirloom sticky or glutinous called Pirurutong which has a distinctly purple color, soaked in salted water and dried overnight and then poured into bumbong or bamboo tubes and then steamed until done or steam rises out of the bamboo tubes. It is served topped with butter or margarine and shredded coconut mixed with sugar.

popular Filipino delicacies

In the province of Cavite (my Dad's hometown) I always ask my dear relatives to prepare kutsinta, biko and ube. These are the popular desserts here.

Christmas carols
If the West have various groups of people singing Christmas songs to entertain communities, well we have our version, too. Usually composed of young peasants (toddlers, kids and teenagers), they grab old cans, boxes, beer caps and tambourines and sing the Filipino carols in front of houses around the villages. After singing, one of them will shout, "Nangangaroling po!" ("Just caroling!") to indicate that they are done with their performance and eventually, want to have their reward. If you give them a generous amount they will sing a thank you song and if not, you will hear them say, "Ang babarat ninyo!" and that means you are a greedy individual!

The Parol
Most countries attach a wreath on their doors or hang them in their living rooms. We on the other hand, decorate our homes with a parol or simply put, "Christmas star". It symbolizes the north star pointing to where Jesus was born. There are various designs to begin with, most of them which are made of capiz, a hard shell-like material which is quite expensive and can only be found here.

parols made of capiz

Some parols are made of colorful plastic, while others are made of newspaper and other recycled materials. Every year, various barrios of the countryside make parol-making contests. Individuals or groups who make the biggest, most-colorful and unique designs receives a grand prize.

Noche Buena
And who would forget the long-awaited specialty of our moms and lolas (grandmas)? Every 24th of December evening each year, the lovely homemakers cook their special delicacies in celebration of the Noche Buena or often translated as "Good Night". Roasts are very popular on the table namely the lechong manok (chicken), liempo (pork ribs) and crispy pata (pork leg). We might not have the turkey, but the lechong baboy (whole roast pork) is the most-expensive meal. The elite usually have this on their dinner table. Other popular dishes are the pancit, lumpia, kare-kare, morcon, paella and sinigang.

a typical Filipino Noche Buena

And as the 24th hour strikes, people rejoice and greet each other as fireworks are lighted up, decorating the skies. The feast continues all night and day.

So those are just a few of the traditions of the Philippines commemorating the season. I hope you enjoyed reading it. Merry Christmas and a joyful new year ahead!

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Thank you, readers!!!

2010-12-24T20:15:00.007+08:00

I always thought my blog wasn't worth-reading until I unintentionally checked out my viewers status:

Click image for bigger view

Check that out---readers from places I never even imagined would have the interest to take a little time over my blog entries: Germany, South Korea, Brazil, Russia...even in the United Kingdom! Well I know some people from Canada, France and the United States who would be viewing them (and duh for the Philippines!), but really; this is so heart-warming. It even encouraged me to write more.

I don't know all of you who read my stories, but thank you! So please stay tuned and read on! :D More to come in 2011!!!

Toilet paper

2010-12-22T11:30:00.003+08:00

"Aaaaarghhh!"

Jenny yelled and quickly took the toilet paper and started to---

"And there she goes--straight to the toilet!"

"I'm not having bowel problems, Chedie."

"Oh, I'm sorry!" blurted the curly-haired woman whose porcelain face reflected the brightness of the day. "So tell me," she continued. "What's up with the 'aaargh' thing?"

"My nose," the straight-haired Jenny answered in a flat, boyish-toned voice, as some tiny drops of water came out from her nose. Yes indeed, from her nose.

"Eeew! Was that--"

"Yep...it's mucus, alright. I have a runny nose."

And she's using toilet paper.

"AAAARRRRGHHHH!!!!"

"Yeah yeah, Jenny I know how it feels to have stuffy nose."

"NOOOO, you don't understand, Chedie! It's not just the nose!!!!" the straight-haired butted and brushed her bangs.

"I'm...I'M!"

"You're what?" Chedie questioned. "Sick?"

"Yes!!!"

"Duh."

"NOOOOOO!!! Not just 'sick'!!!"

"Then what?"

"I'm...I'm...! Thinking...of...I think I...."

There was silence. Chedie stared at Jenny with such curiousity. Those desperate eyes never wanted to shut.

"Thinking of...NO. NOT HIM!?"

To be continued...

A weekend with Eydee

2010-11-28T18:13:00.008+08:00

After a few months of being 'locked up' at home, finally, a friendly soul took my hand and bailed me out. I'm back to the outside world! :D

Eydee and I spent the afternoon for some seafood noodles and a couple of plates topped with colorful sushi at a Japanese restaurant called "Teriyaki Boy". We had some girl talk for a few minutes and went straight to the mobile phone shops to check out the latest gadgets. And then a few more minutes later we were hungry again! We ate kwek-kwek (boiled quail eggs covered with an orange-colored filling and flavored with spicy vinegar sauce), grilled corn and had a few more chats at the activity center. Our last resort was at Shopwise supermarket where we feasted Eydee's wallet on chocolates and more girl stuff.

seafood ramen, one of the best-tasting noodles of the restaurant

kwek-kwek, one of the favorite street delicacy among Filipinos

It was a simple yet awesome day for both of us. I hope we could do this again!

Generosity at your service

2010-11-01T16:46:00.015+08:00

After four months of having no permanent job, I was left at home without freedom. Depression possessed my heart, and everyday I longed for a chance of winning a career that would give me stable finances. But there was no luck.

I kept my eyes open before the desktop PC that served me for hours each day; looking for opportunities that would fit my qualifications. Not for long, I felt my entire body aching for weeks because of staying crouched for too long. A tiny vein emerged under the skin of my right leg, showing signs of fatigue. My back was bearing pain and it grew worse each day. I felt like an aging woman. With these signs it gave me an idea of exercising. I started jogging last Saturday. Although it relieved some parts of my body, my right leg never got cured. In fact, my feet added to the problem. This time I thought I needed a masseuse to heal my suffering body. But with my part time job that only served me for paying my monthly bills I couldn't afford a massage. I wanted to skip the spa therapy but my body was already complaining and I needed the remedy so badly. Eventually my dad referred me to a neighbor who had a talent in body massaging. And though I should give payment, I considered it would be more affordable than being at a regular spa.

I was introduced to the daughter of Miss Marlin, our neighbor who was just two blocks away from our house. The young lady was Medley---quite a strange name that it sounded like melody. In fact, upon seeing her I already felt relieved with her humble appearance.

She smiled at me and welcomed me to their house. And without hesitation she invited me to her room and even asked me to lie on her bed for her to massage my aching body. After a couple of hours, my body felt appeased. As I was about to give my payment, I was surprised upon Meldley's response: she strongly disregarded the offer. I insisted about giving my money, but she didn't want to take it. She only gave me another smile and told me frankly that she didn't need it. And according to her, serving people with her talent and seeing them happy was enough as a reward.

I was humbled by this young lady. It's never too possible to see another person with such a generous heart like hers. And as I came back home, my silence continued, and my mind kept busy with a myriad of questions. Nevertheless, I was thankful that people like these still do exist. This world may be cruel and selfish, but there are still individuals out there who stand out for their down-to-earth hospitality. I wouldn't be surprised if she will be even more blessed than me because of such great act of kindness.

Patalim / Blade

2010-10-07T20:32:00.013+08:00

Hapunan nanaman, at kakainin ko nanaman
ang nakakasawang delata't instant noodles.

Pagkatapos, maghuhugas na kami ng
pinggan ni Itay.

Hawak ko nanaman ang kutsilyong
pula ang hawakan
Parang may binubulong sa akin

"Kunin mo na ako..
Biglain mo na ako.
Tutal wala ka nang magagawa."

Ilang araw rin nga naman akong nagtiis
Ilang buwan rin akong lumayo sa kabaliwan

Pero parang kahit anong oras, bibigay na ako
Dahil wala nang nakakatuwang imahe ang
pumapasok sa utak ko

Puro ang kutsilyo lang ang nilalaman.

Lalo na't nagiisa ako ngayon sa bahay.
Walang tao
At lalong lumalakas ang bulong

Iniimbita ako sa kusina
Para damputin ang namumulang
kutsilyo.

"Bumigay ka na.." sabi nito.

Ngunit kapag ipipikit ko ang aking mga mata
At iisipin kung pano nga ba magbawi ng
sariling buhay
Baka lalo lang akong magsisi

Nakakaawa nga namang makita ang ama kong
lumuluha sa duguan kong katawan paguwi niya
At ang ate kong hirap na hirap sa pag-ipon
ay iaalay lang lahat para sa kabaong ko

At baka lalong hindi pa matuloy ang mga
pangarap ng utol ko.
Kawawa naman.

Siguro sa isip ko na lang ako magpapakamatay
araw-araw.
Kunwari sinasaksak ko na ang sarili ko.
Kunwari patay na ako.

Tutal hindi ko na rin nakikita ang mga kaibigan ko
At nag-iisa na nga lang talaga ako.

Kunwari nga..patay na ako.

---

It's dinner again; time to eat the never-ending
canned goods and instant noodles.

And then I go dish washing with father.

Here I go, gripping the same knife with the
red handle
As it seemingly whispers at me

"Take me now..give it a try.
After all, you don't have a choice left to do."

Indeed, it had been days that I struggled enough
Months that fought insanity

But it appears that in anytime, I would give up
Because there's not an image of hope left
in my mind

Except for that distinctive kitchen knife.

..Especially that I'm here, left home alone.
And the whisper continuously cries out;

"Just give in," it says.

But every time I try to close my eyes
And imagine how it feels to take my own life
I might blame myself even more

Indeed it would be a depressing sight
to see my father weep for my bleeding body

And my sister who worked hard for such a
small amount of cash to just throw it away for my coffin

And so to speak, my young brother who is yet
to continue his studies.
Such a pity indeed.

Perhaps I'd just likely imagine
killing myself day by day
As if I am trying to stab myself hard enough.
Just dreaming that I'm dead.

After all I barely see my friends nowadays
And I am left here all alone.

I'll just imagine me dead.

"In times of trouble, I..."

2010-10-06T09:38:00.041+08:00

Who among us haven't experienced being bullied? Who among us never tasted our tears? Can anyone say, "I never encountered trouble in my life"? Whatever the situation, the time of the day and the people we may be with, we will always meet this mortal enemy. (Grrr!)

As some may say, "Problems spice up our lives, because without it, we will never learn any better." True that; but how far can we handle such distractions in our lives?

In times of trouble, I...

"Try to look at the positive things in life and appreciate every blessing that I have." - Niña Adriano-Pascua, the mirror

"Go out in our front yard, close my eyes and breath." - Mikko Clauor, the photographer
"Rant inside my head slowly realizing that it wasn't much of a problem after all. I will find the answer to my problem sooner or later or if it's a really big problem I remind myself of the saying that somewhere out there is someone who has it worse than I do." - Allen Naguit, the never-back-down and LOLer man

"Try to breathe even if it sounds impossible. It's like I know I was thrown to the waters (and I don't know how to swim)..but I have to arise for awhile to catch some fresh air. Calm down..and think..not drown. Breathe and pray, that's ideal. But with my nature, I tend to breathe first...then pray." - Michelle Dalida, soul-seeker

"Become the person i want to be. A God fearing, humble determined man,wanting to be brave for the moment. In that troubled moment I set aside me and choose God over me..." - Paolo Fresnoza, the God-fearing rocker

"Look up to the heavens and say a prayer." - Erwin Cruz, goal-driven

"Become the dark knight that would like to be kept as a mystery to some people but would rant to myself and be pissed to why not claim the fame and glory of such noble act. I'm a needy person for acknowledgment but prioritizes such humility." -Allan Pacis, Rock n' Roll heroic jerk

"Pray to God." - Nova Morada Almendares, the versatile and Resiel Payumo, the animated

"Keep quiet... let the silence envelope me and do my best to see the bigger picture. If I need to cry, I MUST cry. If I need to rant, I MUST rant. Cannot be altogether patient. Being human, emotions must also be let out. " - Chedie Calayag, Emo Diva and a B.I.T.C.H. (Babe in Total Control of Herself)

"Take a deep breathe, look at the mirror and smile; thinks to himself and says, 'Hehe.. another problem. Go figure, Paul.'" -Paul Gerald Dimabuyu, Never Surrender Attitude

The roller coaster life

2010-10-05T14:00:00.040+08:00

Life, as some may describe it, is like a roller coaster. There are days you go up, then speeds downwards and turns round and round until it makes you dizzy.

I find this comparison a bit shallow; not thinking much--why, indeed, do some people connect it with a theme park ride? I find it hilarious. Unreasonable. Rubbish.

Just the way I thought about life: hilarious, unreasonable...and definitely rubbish.

In my eyes my life mirrored my soul like a piece of cake that I could swallow anytime; and even top it with cherries and chocolate sauce whenever I wanted to. I threw my money to several bars, islands, beaches and hotels. And what have I got left? A few pennies to dish out on clothes, shoes, and all those fancy jewelry.

At those days my life was not a roller coaster. It was just a slice of dessert decorated with unnecessary flavors. Sweet.

Although I admit; my fresh young yesterdays weren't completely colorful at all. I was young but I was bitter. The experience of losing my mother and encountering a first job that went fiery like hell pierced my heart and bleed a flowing nightmare. "But those days are gone," I thought; not knowing another stage like that could happen anytime soon.

It was not long until I found myself another job. It went smooth from the beginning, and though there were jagged moments at times, the stage still ended like a fairy tale. I got hooked with this flowery life. Everything was pretty as pink--I felt like a princess in my own castle. In fact it was such an easy life, until i got bored with it. Everything turned into a glimpse of happiness. I wanted more. I wanted adventure. I wanted some danger.

I thought the word danger only existed in horror movies. I never thought it could happen to anyone. Just...anyone.

I dived into a basin of sea, not knowing about the sharks that swam there all night. And as I swam into that open water I wasn't aware about the danger that would swallow me whole. And there, the shark found me. It galloped me whole.

I woke up, realizing that my fairy tale land now turned into World War II. There's famine, shame, bitterness, sorrow and fear, literally. All the colorful shades I once painted now covered up with black and white--and some tints of red, perhaps. I tried to calm myself by closing my eyes; but I can't close my eyes forever. I have to wake up and accept reality. I am now in danger, as I had wished. Although I tried going back, I just can't. I'm here now. I'm stuck here.

As I crouch inside my jail of uncertainty, I sway my body to and fro, thinking of ways to get out. But the chains in my body are like a curse that crept into my soul; speaking about hatred and self-pity. I am trapped in my own wishes. And this is my consequence for playing with fire.

How I wish I never dived into that murdering ocean. How I wish I am still sitting in my own princess throne, enjoying all the perks of my former life. But this is the price of becoming a prodigal child who never magnified the essence of life.

Now I humbly accept that life, indeed is like a roller coaster. It can lift you up one bit, put you down and take you in endless circles until it steals away your sanity.

Then I might as well ask; what time does this theme park close?

Backpacking: The Jenny Way (Part 2)

2010-09-22T11:48:00.060+08:00

My previous blog about backpacking explains my point of view about the thrills of real adventure. I discussed about my first few strategies in traveling which are using maps, researching and budgeting. Now it's time to pack up and move!

Packing up
Packing up is obviously the next step in the journey. It's important to know how much you need to store up in your bag. The one-backpack-policy, as I call it, helps me keep track of my things, prioritize my schedule, avoid unnecessary delays and provide enough space for the precious souvenirs. It's also a no-brainer to pack-up in advance; like two days before your actual trip. And when you put your things altogether, make sure you only do this ONCE. If you tend to be forgetful, list down the things you need to bring. The basic stuff I take with me are a few set of clothes fit for the weather, lots of underwear (3 times more than the days of travel), sanitary, mosquito repellent, a small medical kit, a pocket flashlight, a pair of slippers, my MP3 player and digital camera, and a small notebook to list down my expenditures and itineraries that I could later share in my travel blog. Of course when I hit a body of water I bring along my swimsuit and a snorkel set to complete my day.

My first travel bag. :D

During the travel
Exploring the world doesn't start when you arrive at the destination. It actually begins on the first step! That's why most of the time I keep my eyes open even in the first bus or plane that I'll ride. And you guessed it right; I always take the window seat and waste time taking pictures of the view outside, like a curious child who traveled for the first time.

As I come to my first few destinations, I try out things I never did before. Some of them are preparing my own taho*, eating all various street food available, tasting the town's native delicacies, dining at carinderias instead of the tedious restaurants that could also be seen in Manila, riding a carabao, riding a tiny bicycle, throwing dishes onto the wall, greeting all the townspeople in a certain area, singing at a public videoke bar, toasting a glass of beer with the locals, NOT TAKING A BATH for a few days (sometimes it is needed during my extreme trips!), performing an intermission number in an open variety show before a huge crowd of strangers, kayaking the sea without a tour guide, babysitting the innkeeper's kids, urinating in the middle of the forest, and hitchhiking. But please; if you think you'd be in trouble doing this, DON'T DO IT!

*Taho, a soybean delicacy in the Philippines, usually eaten early in the morning.

Yep..that's my shoe, alright. It just died.

Taking pictures with a story. One of my best friends in traveling aside from my buddies and my pocket flashlight, is my digital camera. It's not a professional HD handy cam; it's just a simple red Sony Cybershot that I bought as a personal reward one Christmas season. It's perfect enough to cover my cowgirl venture. Oh, and not to forget my tripod which is helpful for my landscape and vanity shots!
I usually take pictures of the fascinating views that I travel every moment, whether it be a bodacious turquoise sea of Zambales, a simple photo in an ancient mansion or even my rubber shoe that lost its sole during my Manila-hopping. For me, every moment creates a meaningful story. Even street names or unusual things that would remind me of my friends or a past event gives me excitement in taking pictures.

Mojo grill and restaurant on my way to Banawe XD

Lastly, it's important that we enjoy. The purpose of traveling isn't just about discovery; it is also about being happy of the outcome of our trips. And we don't just have fun with our friends; we also enjoy meeting new companions.

Jump shot on top of Mt. Daguldol in Batangas

So, these are some of the factors I consider during my backpacking. I hope this encouraged you to try my cowgirl strategy. In fact, you can probably do more. Have fun and keep traveling. The journey is in your hands!

The End!

Goodbye

2010-09-13T09:53:00.009+08:00

I was downloading MP3s of The Corrs yesterday when suddenly I bumped into the song, "Goodbye"...

It brought a long flashback in my mind; a picture of myself riding a bus on my way home from work. The skies were dark, and it started to rain, as the long drops started blurring the window. I could hardly see the outside.

I was listening to the same band, and as the rain poured harder, the song came in.

I remembered him as the lyrics flowed dramatically.

"I never thought one day you'd be gone, away forever more

No one can say, no one could explain why you were taken..."

He was miles away...and I'm here under the rain in Manila.

I rarely had news from him, but something in my heart kept telling me to let him go. It was as if a premonition or a warning of a scenery that would later break my heart.

I let that warning pass, because I didn't believe it, but when he returned, the discernment turned out right. He would indeed, break my heart.

And after a few months after allowing my soul to move on, the song came back, and a series of his memories were revived.

But I learned my lesson now, and it's the perfect time to say goodbye.

Backpacking: The Jenny Way

2010-09-08T18:15:00.065+08:00

Everybody loves to travel; depending upon people's taste and style. Some people prefer the sophisticated way, others depend on the program-based tour packages. But nothing beats the cheapest, craziest and most-audacious way of touring the world---backpacking.

Me and a native Ifugao posing with the Banawe Rice terraces on the background

Inside former President Marcos' Coconut Palace

Posing with the crazy monkey statues at Isdaan Grill in Gerona, Tarlac

Relaxing at the incredible Talipanan Beach in Puerto Galera

Snorkeling under the blue waters of Hundred Islands

Invading the sacred tombs of Lumiang Cave in Sagada

Discovering the mysterious marble formations of the Sumaguing Cave in Sagada

Eating native food served in a bamboo stem during a camp night in Sagada

Trekking the endless mountains of the Cordilleras

Fooling around and under the gigantic Tapia Falls of Banawe

Enjoying the spot beside the active crater of Taal Volcano

Backpack traveling is simple and affordable, but take heart; it is a risk-taking experience. Well, come on---this is what real adventure is all about!

The year was 2008 when my journey started in several tourist spots of the Philippines; thanks to my French colleagues and buddies. At first I knew nothing about it, but as time went by I learned and appreciated it in many ways. I attained wisdom in spending my pocket money, adjusting my time, managing my itinerary and enjoying my travels for less. And most-importantly, the joy of understanding cultures and admiring God's wonderful creation keeps growing.

Several voyagers have their own traveling strategies. But let me tell you some of the things I consider in backpacking:

Part One: Before the Journey

Before I start with my travels, I make sure I secure a map. The more professional and accurate, the better. For the meantime I focus on local traveling so I brought home an updated map of the Philippines which is the size of Aladdin's magic carpet. (Now you can imagine how I read that map at home XD) Thanks to my friend Sybil, who gave it as a gift on a Christmas party. Don't get me wrong; I don't use that outdoors! I have a bigger map for household use and a smaller size for the travels.
Providing a detailed map helps you know the specific places near your destination of choice, the travel time, and other important information. Maps like these are essential, especially if you're going to a certain place for the first time. Now I don't usually buy maps in shops because I believe as a backpacker, the rule is to be always on the budget side. As much as possible, I look for the cheapest sources which are found in used magazines, books and the internet.

Another important rule is to carefully research. Finding facts about my destination is practical as it will save time and money. Some important information I research about are cheap accommodations (take note: VERY cheap accommodations), hotel reviews, tourist spot reviews, climate and weather conditions, budget money needed, transportation (and their easiest location), and of course, the activities to do in that area.
Although accuracy is a big key to safe traveling, I make sure I don't research everything about the place. I'd prefer to discover the secrets when I get there!

Budgeting. Most people think that traveling is expensive. But how expensive do you think is a beach weekend in Hundred Islands for P1,500 (30 USD)? That includes all transportation, complete meals for 2 days and 1 night, souvenirs and the whole adventure at the islands itself.

The key is proper research. I skip tour packages all the time not just because it's tedious but it doesn't guarantee me pure enjoyment during the tour (and who likes to travel with a huge crowd of strangers following you around!?)
My cheapest backpack budget starts from P1,500 (a day tour or a whole weekend) and sums up to P4,000* (80 USD) for a 5-day adventure. And yup; everything is an all-in deal from my house going to my destination, and vise-versa.

*Luzon areas only.

Escape with buddies, old and new. I'm never a lone traveler. Although it could be the peak of being a true vagabond, I know for sure that I am a tiny, skinny woman and exploring alone could be dangerous. So I confirm that I bring along company (preferably men) for security reasons; and I travel with at least 3 companions or a maximum of five. Seven people for me is already a big crowd. A small community of backpackers lead to a deeper friendship and pure enjoyment during the trip. And it saves money. :-)
I toured in Bataan (South of Manila) once with two ladies who happened to be my high school friends. It was fun, but the risk was always present. There were times when we had to walk alone in the dark, looking for a tricycle ride in the middle of a lone forest to get us back to our resort. My friends were already scared because the night was getting fast and we only had our flashlights to provide us with so little light. I swear I will never do that again!

The countryside of Bataan

Morong Beach

The Pawikan festival celebrated every November

Aside from bringing along old fellows for a budgeted exploration, I never forget to invite newly-met friends and first-timers who also wanted to experience backpacking with me. This adds more spice to the adventure especially that it gives me more joy in meeting people and sharing them the experience that I always love.

Click here for Part 2!

BEAUTY SLEEP!! Women or men; you need it

2010-08-26T11:16:00.010+08:00

We all know that sleep benefits our skin. Beauty sleep is not the same as a nap you take during the day but rather is part of your nightly routine. The first few hours of the nighttime sleep cycle is the time when you sleep the deepest. This period of deep sleep contributes to what we call beauty sleep because the body secretes growth hormone which provides beauty benefits to the skin.

Benefits of Beauty Sleep
- Beauty sleep makes the skin glowing. During sleep, body temperature cools down about half a degree, causing the circulatory system to increase blood flow to the skin. On the other hands, lack of sleep can make your skin look tired and dull. Dark circles under eyes and puffy eyes are also commonly caused by lack of sleep.

- The level of human growth hormone (HGH) increases. The increase in HGH level occurs during the first hours of nighttime sleep cycle and after exercise. The growth hormone levels are associated with aging skin. When the level of HGH falls below the normal range, the ability of body to produce collagen, revitalize hair, nails, and skin, repair cells, and heal damaged tissues decreases.

- The skin is renewed and rejuvenated effectively. The skin produces new cells twice as fast at night as during the day and repairs damages caused by pollution, ultraviolet rays, stress, etc.

- The level of a stress hormone called cortisol declines. Increased cortisol reduces skin regeneration.

- Skin care products work effectively. The skin metabolism increases during beauty sleep so all skin care products you have applied before going to bed absorb much better.

- Sleep is a natural moisturizer. During sleep, the body perspires more. Perspiration keeps the skin hydrated and soothes out wrinkles.

* * *

Beauty Sleep Tips

- Apply antioxidant skin care products, retinoid, or retinol before bed. These products are susceptible to sunlight and active at night. Antioxidants help prevent more damages caused by free radicals while your body revitalize the skin during beauty sleep.

- Develop a regular sleeping pattern. You will get the full benefits of beauty sleep when your body gets on a regular sleeping pattern.

- Avoid a big meal and sugary snack before going to bed. Since the digestive system slows down when you sleep, you may be uncomfortable and unable to sleep.

- Drink milk or eat bananas, oats, or honey before bed. These foods and drink help you fall asleep easily because they contain tryptophan, which is a sleep-promoting substance.

- Sleep in complete darkness or as little light as possible. Even little light can disrupt the production of a hormone called melatonin which helps control your sleep and wake cycles. Normally, melatonin levels begin to rise in the evening and then drop in the early morning hours. If you see light at night, you may not be able to get into deep sleep.

- Relax. Listening to calming music or reading a book will soothe you into sleeping. On the other hand, watching TV right before bed can stimulate the production of melatonin, causing you to stay awake.

- Avoid caffeine and alcohol close to bedtime. Caffeine can keep you awake while alcohol will keep you from falling into the deep sleep. Alcohol can also cause you to wake up after a few hours of sleep.

- Sleeping on your back. The American Academy of Dermatologists suggests that “resting your face on the pillow in the same way every night for years leads to wrinkles.”

- Sleep with your heads elevated. Doing so prevents fluids from going to your head. When the fluids in your body go to the head and don’t circulate properly, they can cause puffy eyes.

Source: http://www.beautyandhealthanswers.com/

Ulan (Rain)

2010-08-22T21:53:00.008+08:00

Salamat sa ulan, naalala nanaman kita.
Pero ang mga alaala mo ay hindi na tulad ng dati.

Hindi ko na puwedeng balikan ang iyong anyong
inakala ko'y isang anghel

na magtatanggol sakin
na magmamahal sa akin
na yayakap sa akin
na alam kong ako lang ang yayakapin mo...

Gusto ko ulit maranasan ang istorya natin
Pero parang ipinaramdam mo lang iyon sakin
para sa iyong pansariling aliw

Sana tinuruan mo ang sarili mong mahalin ako
Ngunit pinili mo ang makasariling uhaw

At lumalabas na parang basahan lang ako
sa paningin mo
Na bale-walang tinapak-tapakan
at itapon sa labas ng silid mo.

Sinayang ko nga ang oras ko
ang pera ko
ang pawis ko
mga luha ko
ang pag-ibig ko para sa'yo.

Pero sana kahit papaano
ang mga inalay ko sayo ay naging ligaya
sa kaluluwa mo.
Sana naramdaman mong mayroon palang
taong natutong mahalin ka kung sino ka

Sana ikaw na lang ang iyakin
at ako na lang ang manhid.

Nang maranasan mo kung ano ang pakiramdam
ng pagbigay ng taus-pusong pagmamahal

Ngunit binayaran ng kasinungalingan
at pagtataksil.

Thanks to the rain, and the memories
of you rebounded.
But those reminiscence will never be the same.

I can never return to your image which I
thought was an angel

who would protect me
who would love me
who would embrace me
and believed I would only be the one in your arms

I want to experience our story once again
But it seemed that you only gave me those affairs
for your selfish desires

And it appears I am but a dirty old rag
in your eyes
which you stomped with your feet
and threw outside your room.

Indeed I wasted much of my time
my money
my sweat
my tears
my endearing love for you.

But I hope in some little chances
these offers gave so much joy to
your soul.
How I wish you'd even felt that
there was someone
who truly loved you for who you are

How I wish you would be the broken
and that I would be the numb.

So that you'd feel how it means to
devote pure love

but was repaid with lies and betrayal.

* * *

Save the wedding

2010-08-18T19:03:00.020+08:00

The night was young, and a girl was spotted on the street, walking alone. She turned her head to the bricked floor of Kowloon City when suddenly, a fancy black sports car stopped by next to her.

The shiny door opened, showing off a handsome young man who looked at her with a hypnotizing stare. He seemed to be Chinese.

"Chedie, what are you doing alone in the middle of the night?"

The girl looked back, offering a blank face.
"H..Huang!? What are you doing here?"

* * *

8pm, spotted in Pacific Coffee at Victoria Peak, Hong Kong.

Huang Xiao Ming gently placed the iced lattes on the small wooden table that was displayed next to the huge window. He sat down and waited for his friend, Chedie who shortly took the seat in front of him. The curly-haired girl sipped the drink the man gave her and smiled.

"Thanks for the latte, Huang,"
"It's your favorite, right?" the young man answered with another stunning smile.

Chedie chuckled. She couldn't believe Huang never forgot her coffee of choice. In fact, this guy almost memorized her best friend's likes and dislikes. Chedie thought this was the type of guy Chloe always wanted. And she was happy for both of them.

"Tomorrow's the wedding...you should be very excited," the curly-haired spoke.

"Yes, of course. And thanks to you; none of these things would have happened."

Huang looked at the window, just playing with his thoughts. It was gonna be a great day for him and Chloe; that's for sure. But as he turned back at Chedie, he noticed her change her facial expression.

"Something wrong?"

"No..n-nothing," the girl answered.

* * *
Huang dropped Chedie at her flat. As the curly-haired stepped out of the car, she smiled and waved goodbye to him.

"Don't worry about him Chedie," Huang advised. "He loves you. Just believe."

Although the girl never really thought so, she just simpered to ease out. Huang drove away and in seconds, the car was gone. Chedie continued to walk. She noticed the music store nearby that seemed to be alive with K-pop songs. The music sounded familiar, drawing her in curosity. She went inside and saw Takeshi wearing a huge headset while listening to her favorite band, 2NE1. The man kept his eyes shut, obviously feeling the rhythm of the music.

Unfortunately, this didn't impress Chedie.

"So you've been here all day!?" she questioned disappointedly.

Surprised, Takeshi accidentally dropped the CD he was listening to. The case broke.

"Chedie, I was just..!"
"Don't you even remember what day it is?"
"It's the 12th of September,"

Chedie gasped in anger. Without hesitation, she stepped out of the shop. Takeshi tried to follow her but the saleslady pulled him back inside.

"Before you leave, you're gonna have to pay for that piece, mister!"

* * *

September 13th, the wedding day at The Peninsula Hotel.

Guests wore different styles of wardrobes, all in the same color--red. It was Chloe's favorite hue, and undoubtfully, it blended its elegance with the beauty of the place. The bride was more than happy, but her joy looked more like a child who finally had her candy.

"Congratulations, my best friend," Chedie commented.
"Hey, no prob!" Chloe replied and laughed like a kid. Not later, Huang arrived.

"I'll go check out my sis," Chloe stated. Now it was only Huang and Chedie, alone at the balcony.

"Where is Kaneshiro?"

Chedie's smile instantly vanished.
"He never came, Huang. He never came...even on my birthday!" the girl cried and ran downstairs.

* * *

Chloe walked outside the hotel, looking for someone. Not later, she saw Takeshi on the sidewalk, sitting on the floor like a clueless beggar. The bride laughed crazily, asking "What are you doing there!? Chedie is waiting for you inside!"

"I don't even think I deserve to see her, Chloe," Kaneshiro dramatically quoted.

"Stupid! Don't be immature! Now get up and face her like a man!"

But as Takeshi stood up, he saw Chedie, already standing before him. Chloe gasped. "Oooooh, no...big trouble!" She said and quickly lifted her dress and traipsed away.

Upon seeing the panicking man, Chedie only gripped her fists and gnashed her teeth. She turned back and tried to walk away.

"Stop!" Takeshi exclaimed.

"What were you thinking, Chedie...Everything was supposed to be a plan."
"What plan!?" the curly-haired raised her voice.

"I knew it was your birthday yesterday. I intentionally pretended to forget it, because I had a plan,"

"Well your plan's not working out right!" Chedie sarcastically replied.

Suddenly, there was snow. The skies brightened in deep mystery, and their clothes changed. The streets were suddenly emptied, and snow was all over.

"What's going on!?" the curly-haired panicked.

"Don't be afraid, Chedie. Everything is just the way it's supposed to be," Takeshi spoke softly. Not later he opened his hand, and in it was a box that seemed to be a container of something worth dying for.

It was a diamond ring.
A heartshaped 14-karat white gold ring lined with diamonds and a sapphire in the middle to be exact.

And Chedie was speechless.

"Oh, and not to forget...your favorite 2NE1 CD you've always wanted," Takeshi added. He tried to make sure it was indeed the 2NE1 CD, but he couldn't read it well.

"You forgot your glasses, Takeshi..." Chedie handed him his eyeglasses and in a split second she ran towards him and hugged him tight.

"I'm so sorry, Takeshi!" the curly-haired apologized, crying.
"Come on...it's okay," the young man replied.

"But before this story ends," Takeshi added. He stared back at the beautiful young lady and gently stroke her cheeks.

"Will you marry me?"

Chedie went speechless. Although she knew her answer, she left him with a smile that even brought him back to a cheerful heart.

* * *

Island escape

2010-08-18T11:26:00.002+08:00

The sound of the typing on the keyboard never stopped. Chedie wasn't actually working; she was just wasting her time over Yahoo messenger.

"I wanna get out of this place," she typed.

Jenny sighed upon reading her girl friend's complain. She replied, "I know how you feel, sweety. But what can we do? We're stuck in this office forever!"

"...No. Nothing can stop us. We're getting out of here!"

Jenny laughed. "Yeah, right. We're out at 12pm...then we'll be back in the same spot to finish the task."

Suddenly, there was a ring.

"What's up?" Jenny answered.
"Look at the LCD screen, Jenny."
"What?"
"Just look!"

Jenny, without any doubts, ogled at the LCD and saw a picture of a beautiful island in the middle of the blue ocean. With lifted eyebrows, she thought Chedie was making another joke. "Okay, so that's a cute island; what do you want me to do with that? Jump into it?"

"Just hop in! Don't waste our time!" Chedie ordered.

Suddenly a hand came out of the screen literally and grabbed Jenny's arms. In just seconds, the girl was pulled inside the computer. Ironically, nobody in the office even noticed it.

* * *

"WHAT!?? Wh-where am I!?" the girl cried, panting.

"Relax, girl! We're on our way!" a yelling voice came. It was Chedie.

Jenny couldn't believe her eyes. She realized she was now riding a helicopter, with her friend on the pilot seat. Jenny even screamed more upon seeing herself floating above a huge mass of sea.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOIIIING!? GET ME OUTTA HEEEEEERE!!!!" Jenny demanded.

Chedie only laughed. Not later she fastened her seat belt, fixed her headset and gently pulled the ledge; as the helicopter tilted and swiftly landed on a stunning island. It was the same island Jenny saw in the LCD screen Chedie showed her.

"So..you still want to go back to work?" The fair-skinned asked.
Jenny slowly looked around, Jaw-dropped. "Come on...let's explore,"

Random Thoughts no. 2

2010-08-15T14:39:00.006+08:00

I hated life. But I realized its value when I witnessed my mother's death.

Lust for sex won't make you feel any better. In fact, it will only drain you physically and emotionally. Don't blame me when you realize it later on.

When I see people walking by with a frowned face, I can feel their need to talk to others who would listen to them.

Respect cashiers, janitors, waitresses, security guards, salesladies, newspaper boys, mambabalot, magtataho, and beggars. You're no wiser than them. They saw the filth of the world more than you did.

The world we live in is cruel, because Satan lives in it. The only way out is to repent and believe that there is a Saviour.

I don't get angry at people. I get upset with their decisions. Satan whispers in their ears and they follow him without them noticing it. He whispers at me too.

So you want to commit suicide? The knife and gun isn't the answer. But your harsh words, and lies, and unfaithfulness towards people close to your heart is the perfect way to your death.

Making revenge is like volleyball. You strike the ball at the enemy, and the enemy throws it back to you.

Why do women cry? Because all they know is that the only way out to their heart aches is not to take pride...but to cry.

Don't judge people who don't want to stay at home. They are looking outside for a place they would indeed call home.

The bicycle is the cheapest way of exercise and running away from home.

In school, we are first required to understand lessons before we take the test.
In real life, we are required to take the test first, then we understand the lessons.

Why are humans imperfect?
Because we are not perfect machines.

* * *

The Way to Live

2010-08-15T07:56:00.006+08:00

One Christian song goes with a repetitive line that states, "to worship you, I live..."

Let's face the fact: the world we are living in is death. We have to work to get money, buy food and basic necessities to survive physically. We need our families and friends to support our emotional needs. We depend on leisure to maintain health, happiness and somehow, contentment in our lives.

But all these things, knowing that they all come from the world; will fail us.

We get fired.
We don't receive the expected salary we want.
The boss is a pain in the ass.
Our colleagues betray us.
Our families lack time for us.
Our parents demand something from us that we cannot give.
There are broken families.
Our 'friends' gossip us.
Our friends tend to neglect us.
Our lovers disappoint us; and they tear us apart.

They ALL tear us apart.

Recreation won't even help you all the time.

You get weary. Then you look for something else to satisfy that hunger in you.
You waste money, look for sexual pleasure, you take on drugs and liquor. You kill time and yourself with stupid things.

Then you go home empty.

Empty wallet,
empty soul,
empty heart.

We lose heart. Our souls die.

Put down your pride and listen: only God revives them.
That's why when we worship Him, we become forgiven; grace is upon us, we are enlightened.

To worship Him, we will live.
When we start believing, we are set free.

Listen to the song, "To worship you I live"

Random thoughts no. 1

2010-08-04T10:33:00.003+08:00

I feel ugly and forgettable today.

Every time I look at my pictures, I see an ugly lady trying hard to look good. Look at those skinny arms..look at that short height. Look at those terrible teeth.

...and if I'm pretty, why can't anyone have the balls to love me-- ...?

For the Nth time I choose to give him a chance. He doesn't have all day. That's explainable; so I should be WOMAN enough to understand him. And besides; I don't own him.

If I'm one of the priorities, I will make him feel I'm not the type of person who gives a shit. And I love him. I also love my friends. And I love to the bones...to the marrow if you would consider.

So no matter how painful, I choose to...to.. *Looks at the batman figure on the computer table*
Bahala na si Batman.

I feel betrayed.

I know my real friends love me. That's for sure. But why can't someone choose to love me? Am I not desirable? Am I not faithful enough? Am I stupid? Maybe. Maybe that's what they think.

Go on...grab what you can from me to satisfy your needs.

I feel like a huge cow tits where everybody gets my milk. And I'm tired of helping people.

If nobody can love me, I guess all I can do is just stick to my dreams. I'll do my best with my career. Maybe this is the right time to do so.

And who knows? Perhaps that dream and career will choose to love me.

Fight

2010-08-04T02:32:00.006+08:00

Forget about the effort that you
think you've been promoting
Forget about the sweet-talks
that you've taken from the famous actors
Forget about the gifts you've been
planning to give me

You're just wasting your time.

Forget about the masterpieces
that I made in 4 straight hours
Forget about the kisses that I
once loved and still long today
Forget about the nights that I
wished would never end

It just ended.

Forget about the old-fashioned letters
that I sent you each month
Forget about the tears that I shed
only for you
Forget about the friendship
that we've long been fighting for

It's not worth the wait.

I was always there for you
but you were absent
I was always thinking of you
but you never even remembered me
I always prayed for you
but you never even bothered
to speak my name

Do you even love me?

I always fought for you...
but I was...nothing.
I was nothing for you.

You don't have time for me anymore.

I hate to say goodbye, but do I have a choice?
My lips are often sealed, and my heart breaks everyday
I forgive you every second
and you tolerated these moments

I am nothing to you.

If I am wrong,
then prove me something.
Show me that you really care.
Don't just stand there and talk;
make me feel it.
Make me feel that you DO really care

and you will fight for the TIME.

A return of love

2010-07-24T02:04:00.004+08:00

It's so easy to watch lovers in the streets
as both their eyes meet
and share the endless sweet kisses
like there's no tomorrow.

You can see the shine in their eyes
the glimmer on their lips
and the smiles that seem to jive
with the beautiful sunny weather
and the full-bloomed spring.

Even when they walk away
you can see the strength of their hands
together they are stuck like chains
and a lock without any key to separate it...

And yet those sights are just...

unbelievable For me.

I wish I would have my own love story
My own happy ending
My own princess diaries.

Kisses from someone I know would only be mine
The touch that I know won't ever let go
A grip of a hand that yields strength but shows gentleness, even
The heartbeat that I know brings forth happiness
and not sorrow;

And that when I would cry, I know it's not
because my heart is broken
but because I know that someone
has made the decision to take my hand

forever.

I'm still hoping
still waiting

even if it takes me a decade more, so be it.
All I want is a return of love...

You

2010-07-11T23:58:00.009+08:00

It has been days and she was waiting for your call.
But you didn't dial up.

Had been months waiting for your answer
but you gave incomplete details.

She's crying under the ironic sun
Where everyone in the background
showed the biggest smile and sincerest laughter

When was the last time you showed
such an honest affection?
Forgettable.

Perhaps the real thing was months ago.
But where are they now?
WHERE ARE THEY NOW !?

She's waiting for your mail
She's wondering where you're at
She's dreaming of your sweet embrace
She has been missing your smile
She is longing for your touch
She fantasizes about your kisses.
And she wants you.

Yes...she still does.

Don't you get it!?
She loves no one BUT you.

And you're such a fool for believing
your deceitful eyes.
Wake up--she is alone, unattached, empty.
She is waiting for you.

Don't believe your silly eyes.
Don't listen to what they say.
SHE LOVES YOU and she is in love with you.
Yes, you...only you.

You just don't GET the picture.
He is just a friend and you are the real
object of her mind.
The dweller of her heart.
The main attraction.

You're just blind. Put on those accessories
for you to see clearly.

She is waiting for you.

So please...
OPEN your heart and tell her the truth:

YOU LOVE HER.

Because of Love

2010-07-11T14:18:00.004+08:00

I am happy being with him.

Yes, I can say that again.

That's because I know he loves me, I know his love is true,
and I know I can count on him.

I can be who I am, even at my worst
That's because he knows me inside and out

Though I know that I don't know him entirely yet
I know that in any case, he has accepted me for who I am

Because I know he loves me
He knew me
Even before I was born, I realized that he loved me
before I did love him.

And no matter the case
He is ready to catch me
To grip my worn-out arms

Because his destiny is to rescue me
And to love me for who I am

Inside and out.

Show you Love

2010-07-07T17:52:00.003+08:00

When somebody asks you,

Whom should you love, the one who loves you?
..or the one you love?

Sometimes it's better off to love someone
who deserves your love

Better than someone whom you love

..but can't give you that love.

But sometimes, I choose to love...
to love the man whom I know...loves me too

has been sincere to me,
has loved me deeply,
has been there for me..

But sometimes, when we don't show our love for them
they give up
so they move on, and find another...

Which oftentimes...break my heart.
I ask myself, "Why did I let him go?

...I could have had a beautiful love story by now.."

...but I just let him go...
And now the blame is on me...

The big embrace

2010-07-05T09:49:00.004+08:00

I was worn out; my fragile arms were shaking.
I've heard enough.

Upon hearing the truth, I felt the pain that violently opened my scars of long ago. And there they were, bleeding like a stream.

My eyes shed continuous tears and sobbed so hard. I couldn't eat my dinner.

"Hey...take a break. Let's talk about that after. We'll go upstairs a little later," he said.

I couldn't look at him. I was just thinking of so many things. I couldn't let go.

Then we moved upstairs and I asked him to close the door. I didn't want anyone to see us. Upon grabbing his guitar he glanced back at me and set the guitar aside again. He knew I couldn't sing with him. My face showed enough evidence.

"Let's take that out," he spoke. He turned on my favorite song. It only distracted me.

"STOP IT!" I complained. But he didn't listen. He even pumped up the volume. I was wrong...the song was starting to move me. And it was bringing me to more tears.

"I said, stop it, you're angering me!" I yelled.
Eventually, I broke down, screamed and cried.

Unexpectedly, I felt warm arms slowly covering my small body.
It was him...he embraced me.

I just broke down. I hugged him back. His strong arms weakened me; his caress just...comforted my soul. At those moments I felt so secured more than anything.

And I just continued to cry.

Time for Africa (Shakira's Waka-waka)

2010-07-04T10:00:00.004+08:00

We all have a dream...so we get up and fight for it. :-)

You're a good soldier
Choosing your battles
Pick yourself up
And dust yourself off
And back in the saddle

You're on the frontline
Everyone's watching
You know it's serious
We're getting closer
This isn't over

The pressure is on
You feel it
But you've got it all
Believe it

When you fall get up
Oh oh...
And if you fall get up
Oh oh...

Tsamina mina
Zangalewa
Cuz this is Africa

Tsamina mina eh eh
Waka Waka eh eh

Tsamina mina zangalewa
Anawa aa
This time for Africa

Listen to your god

This is our motto
Your time to shine
Dont wait in line
Y vamos por Todo

People are raising
Their Expectations
Go on and feed them
This is your moment
No hesitations

Today's your day
I feel it
You paved the way
Believe it

If you get down
Get up Oh oh...
When you get down
Get up eh eh...

Tsamina mina zangalewa
Anawa aa
This time for Africa

Tsamina mina eh eh
Waka Waka eh eh

Tsamina mina zangalewa
Anawa aa

Tsamina mina eh eh
Waka Waka eh eh
Tsamina mina zangalewa
This time for Africa

Goodbye, ANXA

2010-07-01T14:23:00.024+08:00

It had been three years and finally, I resigned from ANXA.

It was a good time; an extreme experience, both good and bad. I've met a lot of Filipino buddies and French companions. I had fallen in love a few times, shared my life with some people, had several joy, pain and laughter altogether.

I indeed shared the sun and the rain in this place.

A lot of things are yet unforgettable between me and these amazing people; whether it was a simple moment at the pantry, a big event in a mad party house, or even a stressful day during the work hours. Oh, and speaking of the pantry, who would forget everyone's favorite place?

Breakfast happens here everyday. Funny to admit that only the Filipinos take over. And the most popular food was the instant pancit canton. Me and my team mates eat this junk food DAILY. It sucks, I know; but what can we do? It's delicious!

The Filipino team is always a victim of junk food. Thanks to Manang, who always provides merienda and tsitseria. And the better part was that it is located at the Amaury Team cubicle. So it's no doubt most of my team are Manang's first customers. :D

Unfortunately, Manang can't manage to spare enough goods for the hungry employees. So there's the 10th floor, where even the French go downstairs to buy something to eat.

A few years ago, birthday parties are a trend at the pantry, too. There's pizza, cake, pancit malabon, ice cream and more desserts. Everybody is happy because parties come every month. Oh don't get me wrong; food is not just the only one which keeps us preoccupied. Corporate outings are also a blast. If not for ANXA, I wouldn't experience the beautiful beaches of my country. In fact, it was also my French buddies who taught me how to travel and experience extreme adventures. And this is one of my favorite lessons that I learned.

And most of all, it was friends who shaped my life. It was here that I discovered extravagant cultures and of course, learning some French language ;-) I spent most of my time with these people especially after work. Sometimes when I am done with my work, I make quality time with them at the pantry, roof deck and the Well-being room.

There are so many to mention, but I know for sure, these great memories will always be treasured in my heart.

And now my ANXA days are over.

I'm gonna miss a lot of people here.

I'm gonna miss the good times, the crazy and sometimes corny jokes of Jerry, Arne, Rei and Leo.
I'm gonna miss the funny and girly moments with Merdie and Isabel.
I'm gonna miss the awkward moves of Allen (especially towards my sister, Chloe).
I'm gonna miss the jamming with Apol, Leo, Darwin and JM (you know...the 'new' guy :D)
I'm gonna miss the 'smokey' moments with Apol at the roof deck.
I'm gonna miss the timeless gay moments with Earl, Cris and Nova (especially at the pantry).
I'm gonna miss gallery-time with the Amaury team (when there's no work).
I'm gonna miss JMB's silly jokes.
I'm gonna miss ALL the French trainees who came, have gone, and are still around (you know who you are :D)
I'm gonna miss Manang's pancit canton, sky flakes and oatmeal cookies.
I'm gonna miss the free massage at the Well-being room.
I'm gonna miss singing with 'Jenny and the Potheads' every Christmas parties.
I miss the butandings.

And I'm gonna miss Fabrice Boutain. :-)

Gilette

2010-06-25T11:21:00.003+08:00

Isang araw nahiwa ko sarili ko
dahil sa pagtatabas ng buhok sa legs ko
Nahiwa ko ang bandang parte sa ankle

May kalaliman ang sugat.

Ayaw tumigil ng pag-agos ng dugo
Kahit ilang pilit na hugasan
Ayaw pa rin.
Parang Maria Cristina falls pero kulay pula.

Kasalanan mo kasi 'to
Bakit ka pa kasi gumawa ng liham
Sana tinanggal mo na lang ako sa friends list mo
Sana Bina-lock mo na lang ako sa contacts mo
Sana tinanggal mo na lang ang pangalan ko sa puso mo
Pero hindi

Ang tigas ng ulo mo.

Langya ka.
Hindi ka na nakonsensiya.

At ano, babalikan mo ako isang araw?
Kung kailan mo ninanais?
At bakit sa lahat ng lugar
Dun pa sa malapit sa bayan ko?

Anong gusto mo ipahiwatig?
Na madali akong puntahan kung naisip mong puntahan ako?

Puwes. Huwag mo nang ituloy.

Huwag ka nang magparamdam.

At kung may balak ka pang makipag-usap sakin
Diretsuhin mo na ako.

Na hindi mo talaga ako mahal.
Na hindi mo ako kailangan.
Na hindi ako ang para sayo.

Totoo naman diba?

O, bakit ang tahimik mo?
Ayaw mong pag-usapan?

Ngayon ako naman ang tinatanong mo.

Puwes, hindi ako magsisinungaling sayo.
Dahil kung ito ang hiniling ko
Sana ako na lang ang lumayo
Pero babae lang ako; mahina, emosyonal.

At palagay ko, talagang nahulog na ako sayo.
Kahit anong pilit ko, wala akong
laban
Dahil mahina ako. At mahal kita.

In love again

2010-06-24T11:08:00.005+08:00

God has something BIG for us.
Something for our hearts.

In time He will make us smile to the bones.
And we will be in love again. :-)

When would that time be? Only God knows.
But one thing's for sure.

We will be in love again.

One hello

2010-06-21T16:18:00.004+08:00

Deep love begins with one hello.

You might win it all...or lose your heart.

And if being real means you'll
someday say goodbye
Remember my friend
Goodbye's not the end
It's a circle you know
And it starts with one hello.

Fly

2010-06-11T01:07:00.010+08:00

Look at this lady by the window
She's staring at the evening sky
Hoping for that beautiful tomorrow
Hoping that she would soon fly

Thousands of miles, across the sea
She wonders to herself,
"Someday, what would my life be?"

With blinking innocent eyes
she stares back at the navy sky
With songs she writes in her heart, singing;
"One day, one day...you'll be mine."

Look at this lady by the window
As she looks at each plane fly by
Claiming, "As long as I see them up high,
there's always hope for me and someday
it's my time to fly."

Look at this young lady
and listen to her desperate heart,
there's a longing, a dream...an
ambition in her life;

She may stumble and cry a million times
But evidence is clear; her hope never dies.

Day and night, she cries out to you,
hoping someday she would joyfully see you.
And behind these hopes is an endless prayer
Wishing in time you will finally answer.

Look at this lady by the big, big window
As she gazes upon the evening sky
There's an endless longing, an endless prayer
Patiently waiting for your wise but sweet answer.

What Happens in Puerto, Stays in Puerto

2010-06-05T12:03:00.017+08:00

It was not just a weekend for me and Alex. Not just a time for sun and sand; nor a stretched moment of sweet relaxation, cold drinks and endless laughter.

It was a game.

...a boy-hunting game.

"Okay, Jenny. I want us to meet cute guys this weekend. Just for fun!"

With a confident tone, Alex looked at me and smiled, making sure that I would go with the flow. She was quite disappointed upon seeing me with a confused gesture.

"Come on, Jenny! It's not like we're gonna make them our boyfriends, no? But that would be another option if you want it that way!" she joked.

"Oooh...alright, Alex! But be sure that this is just for fun! Honestly I'm not into flirting with guys and stuff like that!"

With quite an annoying grin, Alex answered;

"We'll see.."

* * *

"Wake up, Alex! It's beach time!"

The brunet could barely open her eyes; probably because we had a 'late night girl talk' last night. But it was aaaall good. Eastwood city was just amazing. Nevertheless we have to move because we are on our way to paradise!

...and I wasn't surprised with the hot weather in Manila. But the great thing about it is that summer is just about to hit us hard!

Alex and I exited Eastwood by taxi and arrived at the Buendia Terminal for a 3-hour bus ride going to Batangas Port. It was an exhausting travel, but everything turned to excitement when we finally arrived at the beach by boat: turquoise blue water, sail boats everywhere, and people by the sea!

Hunting or hunted?
We were about to ride a jeep going to White Beach when suddenly, a young man wearing shades and a straw hat approached Alex; asking for a lighter for his cigar. And then, when we were about to walk, the man ran after us. I wonder what he wanted this time.

"Hey...I'm Franco. Is it your first time to come here?" he said, smiling.
"Um...yeah," I answered.

He persistently asked for our names so we gave it eventually. And as expected, another magic word was asked again.

"So...can I have your number?"
"Oh, hers?"

But my eyes suddenly widened when he said, "No..yours,"

* * *
The sun was raging hot, as hip hop music and large crowds blended together in the beautiful white beach. It was like chaos, actually. And while the two of us walked towards our resort, a number of men looked at us with seductive eyes.

"It's like Temptation Island in here," I told Alex.

I wasn't actually referring to the topless men around; I was talking about the colorful souvenir shops lining the sidewalks!

And as the two of us rested in our rooms at Nautilus Resort, I sighed as Alex looked at me.

"You see? There are also Filipino guys who get attracted to you! You just deny it!"

"I'm not sure, Alex. But I really thought he was chasing after you, mainly because you're French!"

The perks of Puerto Galera
Puerto Galera isn't just about boy-hunting; it's simply about fun. And what do I love about this beach?

A row of bars and restaurants.

There were so much to choose from, all having average prices. You can eat barbeque, tons of Filipino food, ice cream, ice cold drinks, watch an afternoon show on the TV, and just relax while sipping your favorite fruit shake. You can even ask for burger, fries, spaghetti...even request European food!

Souvenir shops, party people.

Everywhere you go are souvenir shops, literally. From clothes, to hats, bags, accessories, zippos, footwear, dried goods, and even henna shops to decorate your sun-kissed skin!

Beer, beer beer!

Alex and I never got tired of gulping ice cold beer fresh from the bars. Well, it was in the middle of the afternoon and we didn't want to mess up so we made sure we drink moderately. We drank at every hour, from lunch until late afternoon, while watching the people go by!

As the evening slowly approached, the two of us went back to our resort for another girl talk at the balcony. We bought 2 bottles of beer and some munchies, and rested by the table just outside our rooms. It was a long, personal conversation that it took us until 8pm! Not later, Franco texted me, inviting me for a stroll by the beach. Alex and I followed, as the three of us ended at a gay bar where we laughed and watched a group of gay entertainers dancing at the stage!

Videoke Night
I asked the two if we could find some other activity nearby. We ended in this small videoke bar at the edge of the beach, where we also met Franco's friends. Here, we drank more and sang our favorite songs. And just like the usual desperate singer that I was, I sang like crazy! I performed a lot of songs, including "I Will Survive" and Titanic's "My Heart Will Go On!"
It was a hilarious night, but when I began to feel tipsy, Alex already called for bed. Too bad for me!

Some people I met from the videoke bar that night.

Mysterious guy

The next day, Franco invited us for island-hopping. Thinking that this was another flirty plan from the boy, Alex and I hesitated the offer. Besides, Franco wasn't really that interesting; he was all talk. And I'm so thankful that we ditched him because we met a better guy at the beach: Jay.

It started when Alex and I crossed the rocky path of White beach to get to the calmer and more beautiful sea, the Talipanan beach. And while doing so, I noticed a cutie walking in front of me, that seemed to be my age. I followed him and well...spied on him, LOL!

We ended up meeting each other when Alex acted out and ordered me to ask for a lighter from this cutie. I approached him and a few seconds after we were chatting! Alex's smile was terribly huge!

Jay is a mysterious German teenager. Erm..young adult (he's 20). He reads the bible (he's Christian), and currently lives in Pasig to preach to young street children. And although he's a strange young man, he actually caught my heart because he's humble, smart and mature. Take note: MATURE. But too bad for me because I only met him at the beach and I forgot to get his number!

Goodbye, Puerto!
I hate to say it but...it's time to go home!
It was quite sad for my girl friend and I to leave the beautiful paradise because at that time it was the perfect day: crowdless, calm beach, noisy waves, flying birds in the background, sizzling hot cuisine by the sea and lots more.

Alex and I returned to Manila in the afternoon, and safely went back to our dwellings. We will surely miss this island. Especially that all the good, crazy and exciting things that happened in Puerto, will only stay in Puerto. :-)

Check out my Puerto Galera Album here!

Beauty: Power and destruction

2010-06-05T09:20:00.014+08:00

It's not easy being a pretty woman.

I'm not saying this to boost my vanity; but this is to express how much trauma it has been causing me. It always feels great to look good and be admired by people, but when the appreciation goes beyond limit, it could be fatal.

I am a very friendly person especially with guys. That's because inside me is also a boy's heart. I loved a lot of boyish games when I was younger, I liked race cars, (and still do) billiards and a little bit of basketball. But sometimes friendship with the opposite sex goes beyond limits.

I feel a bit irritated when some guys whistle around or sing jukebox love songs just to catch my attention. But the nuisance turns to fear when they intentionally follow my every step, or better yet, stalk me.

My cellphone was snatched thrice when I was younger, experienced 3 consecutive days of being followed around by different strangers, and encountered several attempting robbers inside the vehicle that I rode, going to work or coming back home.

One supervisor-to-be was even trying to get close to me, in a suspicious way. I just met him when I applied in this certain company. Though we were not really friends, he was acting like he was. And He, out of nowhere suddenly invites me for beer at his own home? No way.

And the most traumatic experience for me was encountering these three men near my house one night, whom I later found out were the drunkards in our village. One of them was the guy who often called my attention, saying "Ate, ate!" ("Hey, big sister!") every time my sister and I goes to work. When they found out that our Dad was not at home, they tried to get in our house. Good thing we immediately called the police, and now they're under probation.

Now I'm not against men, and I'm not against being beautiful. Every girl always wants to look good, smell good, and feel good. But sometimes this desire is being corrupted, and every woman's freedom to beauty is harassed.

I cannot blame myself for being paranoid now with guys, especially if they're strangers. I know somehow that I should be careful and watchful of people around me, to protect myself.

And I should keep this in mind, even if the truth is abused: Beauty is power...and destructive.

Sisters home alone...and in danger

2010-06-04T22:34:00.043+08:00

I never felt so much trauma like this in years.

Our hearts never stopped racing upon realizing that my sis and I forgot to turn on the lights at the garage when we went to work. Now that it's getting dark and we're still in the bus heading home, we felt more troubled especially that the house was temporarily abandoned. Dad was far away in Cavite for a vacation and would go home tomorrow evening.

Traffic was terrible, and as the sky turned darker, my heart raced like crazy. My mind was playing with thoughts that could possibly happen to me and Chloe. I knew I shouldn't be thinking this way but my senses were strong. Something wrong was going on. I texted my friend and neighbor, R-lie who was just a few meters away from our house and asked to keep an eye on our home; but it seemed that she couldn't do so.

As Chloe and I arrived, I shivered and switched on my flashlight to open the small gate that locked the dark house. I bravely and actively took the other keys for the inner gate and kitchen door and successfully turned on the possible lights. Thank God our house was clear.

But how come I still feel uneasy?

I cooked a quick dinner for us so we could rest early. And as Chloe went to the sink to wash the dishes, the doorbell rang. I peeked at the window and saw 3 silhouettes of strange men who asked for my Dad. Stupid me, I told them my dad wasn't around. Then I asked them their concern. My heart sank when I saw them whispering to each other and said, "We just wanted to borrow something," they went away afterwards.

But it was just too suspicious, especially that the house was obviously unlighted for hours until we came. These guys must be up to something.

I told my sis to get in, lock the door and text our dad.
And my trauma even got worse upon reading the reply, "I DON'T KNOW THEM. Call the security!"

My heart froze.
Suddenly my friend Chedie went online, excited to chat about silly girly things. I would've shared her a lot of ideas too, but not this night. I informed her of what was going on. Shocked, Chedie immediately called the police, as we in turn, did as well. A few seconds later, my friend Alexandra went online as well, and I told the same story. She also called the police.

Unfortunately Chloe and I didn't know the security number of our village. Thank God for Google and Facebook, we got the contacts there. We immediately reported the situation, gave our address and actively waited. I called other neighbors as well.

After a few minutes, the police arrived. After hearing the doorbell ring, I felt safe upon seeing the rotating blue and red lights on top of a white 4x4 that parked in front of our house. I slowly came to the gate. The police asked me if the 3 guys I was talking about were the men that were already being seized by the other guards. I looked from afar and noticed the familiar hairstyle of the one who wore a white sando which I saw from the silhouette earlier. And doing so, my trauma multiplied. Still in suspicion, the police calmed me down, telling me that the security is just around and will wait for our next call if something else happens. One of them even gave me the nearest police contact.

Everything was cleared now, and thank God we're safe. A lot of my friends contacted me, especially my dearest Kuya. I felt more relieved when he told me he's willing to come over. But no need; the police are already keeping an eye on us.

After a wrong thought of a robber in the house that took place months ago, this is another incident that I will never forget. That's because I've seen the events one by one. Dark house, empty spaces...and 3 unknown silhouettes.

If I didn't take the initiative to call the security and my friends and relatives; if I didn't ask my dad who they were, I guess something unwanted could have happened to us. But my God spared us, and I'm so thankful. Though my heart still raced like crazy even while writing this blog, I'm also glad that I finally knew the security number of our village. In fact, it kept playing in my mind until now. It's simple: 873-7128. I repeat. 873-7128.

25 Random Things about 25 year old Jenny

2010-05-23T18:17:00.009+08:00

1. My favorite color was originally YELLOW. But when I found out that Yellow Ranger was a man, I switched to pink!

2. I visit Intramuros yearly without knowing why!

Manila Cathedral, one of Intramuros' highlights

3. I usually draw people I think about (all the time).

4. Outside is a laughing, happy-go-lucky, fun and adventurous Jenny. Inside is tears, pain and longing.

5. When I really really like a guy, I imagine myself kissing him! ->baaaad..

6. Kare-kare is still the prey of my stomach.

Kare-kare, a famous Filipino cuisine.

7. I learned to drive at age 12. :-)

8. A bouquet of flowers is one of my weaknesses.

9. No matter the age, I pee when someone tickles me really hard!

10. I HATE clowns.

11. I am obsessed with body massage and nail pampering.

12. I love cars. The real ones and the matchbox types.

13. My favorite toy was the fishing game.

14. I loved playing the piano but I hated my piano teacher.

15. I am obsessed with maps! I even have a Philippine map as big as a tiger carpet! XD

16. I drank Appeton but is still skinny.

17. I sleep at movie marathons.

18. I write my draft blogs on grade school papers. 1/4 sheet of pad paper to be exact!!

19. My most favorite place to linger is the bookstore. => weird

20. At age 7, I got addicted to coffee. :-)

21. I really like Europeans but there's one Pinoy I really liked. XD

22. When I was a teenager, I stole money from my parent's closet and bought a set of new clothes.

23. ...and stole one peso a day from my Ate until age 12. XD

24. I had a dream that I was pregnant without knowing who the father was...and this dream continued on for 4 years.

25. Someday I will live in Australia. :-)

Back to Eastwood, more French stuff

2010-05-12T20:58:00.012+08:00

It had been a month since I last visited Alexandra.

After 3 months of fun, adventure and some bits of drama, Alex and I were separated for almost 30 days and there was little communication between us. That's because she finished her contract in my workplace and she moved to Libis to have another career experience in a different field.

But she's enjoying everything.

While sipping our favorite drinks at Coffee Bean just a few walks from her flat, the French girl and I never stopped talking about how we were, what life had been between us and everything else under the afternoon sun. We laughed freely just like the ol' days. And oh, it showed how much we missed each other...so badly.

It was a tremendous hot day, with a temperature that rose up to 38°C. No kidding. In fact, the light clothes we wore didn't even give us a refreshing feeling. We were sweating like crazy!

"Would you like to take a dip at the pool?" my girl friend questioned.

She shouldn't have asked me that. She should have pushed me right into the water in no time!

Crowded
Soon the skies turned dark as the sun slowly settled down. We couldn't wait to get into the pool! Unfortunately a crowded space welcomed us that it seemed impossible to dive in. There was a private party going on and the guard told us that the pool would only be vacant at 10pm. The night was still young, about 7pm so we lingered at the mall for a moment and bought some bottles of beer and some peanuts to nibble while we waited for our turn.

Les Champs-Élysées
The two of us couldn't stop laughing with our stories. We also reminisced all the adventures we did together during the early days. But the topic wasn't just about comedy. As ladies, we also enjoyed talking about love life, personal struggles, great movies, and um...boys?

And while going back to the topic about the heart, I laughed upon sharing to her my story about my first love who had some hygiene problems as she rudely pumped up the volume of the radio so as not to hear my story (LOL)! It was an ironic piano melody background and to our surprise, our favorite song came in!

She grabbed her cowboy hat, danced infront of me and altogether we sang,

"Aux Champs-Élysées!
Aux Champs-Élysées!

Au soleil, sous la pluie
À midi ou à minuit

Il y a tout ce que vous voulez
Aux Champs-Élysées~!!"

An unofficial video for Joe Dassin's "Les Champs Elysées"
* * *

Pool madness
It was half past ten. I hope it was our turn to hit the pool!
And as both of us hurriedly came down to the 5th floor, we felt relieved upon seeing the spacious pool. Alex quickly dove in as she insisted for my turn.

"Give me 5 minutes!" I alibied.

"Jenny, It's okay! The pool is fine!"

I partially dipped my toe into the water and I screamed like a little girl. It was so coooold!

But soon enough, I took the courage and as I dove in, I gracefully swam towards her.

"How deep is this?" I asked.

"Not too deep," the brunette calmly answered. But I wondered why the water was up to her chin. I tried to tip-toe, but I couldn't touch the floor!

"ALEEEEEXXXX~ !!" I wildly cried.

She laughed as she watched me panic.

* * *

Cordon bleu and frozen potatoes
I sighed upon taking a good hot shower. Thank God I was still alive after that swimming madness. I know I knew how to swim, but perhaps my paranoia ruined my poise.

Not later I helped out in frying this odd-looking patties that, according to Alex, was called 'Cordon bleu'. I'm sure I've heard of this before, but I'm just not sure if it did look like a chicken patty.

"The real thing tastes much better than that," she commented with a grin.

I'm sure it does. Who would doubt about original French cuisine?
Although I proudly admit about the unforgettable laughter of mine when Alex told me that there was no such thing as 'french toast' or 'french bread' in France. The baguette is yet the number one 'french bread' ever existing there.

"And what are these frozen choppies?"

"Ah, those are just potatoes with some onions and pepper," she replied.

I even chuckled as she mentioned about her grocery shopping one day with Mr. Cork Man (not his real name), the guy who lend us a cork screw when I visited her last time. The man bought fresh ingredients while she stuffed her cart with instant food! Well, that explained it all.

After dinner, I arranged her bed and we lied down. She turned on her laptop as we watched the 6th Season of Grey's Anatomy via DVD. We didn't finish the episodes because it was late and I had work the next day.

"Good night, Jenny,"
"Good night, Alex."

But before we closed our eyes, Alex mentioned about her excitement to come home soon and be with her family and friends.

"Don't worry, Alex! It's only two months left! Just be patient!"

"I can't wait Jenny! I just missed it!"

She laughed at my reply, as I told her, "I missed it too, Alex. I missed it, too!"

* * *

Longing

2010-05-06T00:41:00.005+08:00

Despite all the business
the travels
quality time with friends and family
something else is still lacking
Nothing is fulfilling my heart.

It's probably because it has a hole...
and there are too much things coming inside
but eventually goes out again.

While I search for the truth
the tears still haunt me
and sin comes along

over and over again.

How I wish I could be
the happiest person in the world
just like a child who never worries
A child who never thinks about tomorrow.

My laughter is sincere
my thanksgiving is pure
but my joy isn't solid

And sadness is still the tail.

Would somebody get the thread
and start sewing it up?
It's losing breath
and I'm choking everyday.

Though there may be some who tried to fix it
Nobody yet succeeds
because no one has ever given
the greatest love yet--

except for One
whom I often call each time I fall.

Wounded

2010-05-01T07:35:00.002+08:00

Beyond all the bitterness and anger,
there is pain

Behind all the vulgar words
is a growing curse

And the depth of sorrow suffocates
the heart

as emptiness plays its role.

Perhaps it's the broken heart that
kept the mouth cursing,

And the flowing blood is spilled
on others' shoulders

Without being noticed, the thorns
spread all over

and every one else is wounded.

Mad about PS 3

2010-04-29T17:11:00.013+08:00

During meals, my Dad would always call for our attention to prepare the utensils and food on the table. At those days we all ate together (me, my Dad, my brother and my sister, Chloe) but now, if not my brother who goes back to Fairview for his internship, my sister would not join the mealtime. It's not because the food isn't pleasing to eat, nor the companions which spoiled her day; it's actually her enthralling 'boyfriend' that magnetized her entire attention to it. Ladies and gentlemen, her ever dearest sweetheart, the Playstation 3.

The silver series of PS 3--Chloe's choice.

After purchasing this console a year ago, Chloe could never make her day complete without playing it. We share one room together, and I witness the same ol' games she plays all day.

Fei Long and Sakura, Chloe's favorite characters

If not the undying Chun-Li and Ryu of the classic game Street Fighter (with the J-pop song 'Indestructible' played in the background), a famous role-playing game called 'Final Fantasy' is on the screen. And because it has already become her habit (or should I say, a vice) for her to play her newest video games, I've already memorized most of the background music--in fact I'm already singing the tunes unconsciously!

Lightning, the main character of Final Fantasy 13

Chloe is just one of the ladies I know who is addicted to video games. And when the PS 3 came to her life, she forgot all about surfing the net, cleaning the house, and even eating! Chloe also had past affairs with the classic consoles namely the SuperNes, PlayStation 1 and 2, Sega Dreamcast and the PSP. But her latest love beat them all. In fact, she even bought an HD monitor just to perfect the needs of her console!

The game play won't be the best without an HD monitor

Well, so much for video games, as long as Chloe is alive, I know for sure she will continue 'playing around'. I just hope this would be her last... (NOT!!!)

My Eastwood Night

2010-04-25T23:09:00.015+08:00

"Oh...my..."

I uttered, as Alex slowly opened the door for me. It wasn't long until I blurted out my last word.

"...GOSH!"

"Neat, isn't it?" Alex assured, who laughed upon seeing my astounded eyes that glared at every corner of her new flat. Oh, and I wasn't just astounded. I was stunned.

Soft-textured sofas, a cooking area, a personalised ref, a double-sized bed, a neat dining area, a flat-monitor TV...and who wouldn't think twice with the outstanding bar decorated at the corner. Yes, she has a bar. HER own bar.

"I looooove your room!" I exclaimed.

"I love it, too! You know, I felt exactly the same way when I saw it for the first time!" Alex admitted.

I endlessly gasped at the room. I looked upon the huge window that showed a view of the huge buildings surrounding the city. And it was indeed a steep view; that's because she lives in the 20th floor.

* * *

That night, Alex showed me the shops, buildings, and great sites around the small city. Bright and colorful lights animated the surroundings, and there were various types of music at every corner. I felt like I was walking in the streets of New York.

"After I show you around, we'll spend the night with a bottle of red wine!" spoke Alex.

Like the common ladies of the world, both of us lingered more at the clothes shops nearby.

We couldn't hesitate looking at the fabulous finds around. But they seemed to be hopeless for our pockets because the prices of the clothes seemed like a pot of gold! Thank goodness there were also bargain shops which stood at the oldest boutique of Eastwood. Perhaps this is Alex's survival mall!

It was a long night for both of us, especially when we were looking for a cheap cork screw that would serve as the opener of our red wine. Too bad the cheapest one cost P700! (US$14) Not later we had an idea and tried visiting the neighbors to see if they had a spare one. Lucky for us because a man at room C offered us one!

So the night carried on and we happily took home Mang Inasal take outs (barbequed chicken and hot, banana leaf-covered rice) and a medium-sized bottle of French wine. Alex also bought me my favorite dessert, "halo-halo" which is also a Filipino delight.

"What do you call that again?"

"Halo-halo."
With curled eyebrows, Alex curiously watched me as I opened the glass of halo-halo (pronounced as "hah-lo-hah-lo") composed of crushed ice, colorful jellies, sweet beans, unsalted nuts, flan, condensed milk and ube ice cream.

I stirred it slowly as she looked at me with disgust.

"Try it! It's good!" I encouraged. And while she did, she offered me a face that seemed as if she was about to vomit.

"It's like garbage, Jenny! It's sooo..."

"Gross?" I continued with quite a surprised look.

"Yes...I'm sorry, Jenny," she dramatically answered.

I couldn't believe she disliked it. It was the most delicious dessert in the whole world!

"No, Jenny...NOOOOO!" Alex warned me after I gave her another spoonful.

Oh, well. If she didn't like it, could I force her anyway? Nevertheless, my Eastwood night didn't really end that bad. It was in fact, a great one... felt like I was in a chick flick series on TV. :-)

Check out the pictures here!

* * *

Jesus, Lover of My Soul

2010-04-10T08:43:00.011+08:00

Whenever I hear this song, it gives me the chills. Not because it frightens me, not because it makes me guilty, but because I strongly feel his presence.

Music instruments are professionally blended, The vocals are mild yet overwhelming.
And the message of the song clearly reveals how amazing it is to feel loved by Jesus.

Jesus, Lover of My Soul - Hillsong

(Worship you, my Lord...until the very end)

Jesus, Lover of my soul,
Jesus, I will never let you go
You’ve taken me from the miry clay
You've set my feet upon the Rock, and now i know

I love you, I need you,
Though my world may fall, I’ll never let you go
My Saviour, my closest friend,
I will worship you until the very end

Yvette in the Philippines

2010-04-08T22:59:00.013+08:00

It was 2pm when Alex and I came back to the office. A little later I received a text message from Merdie;

"Andito si Yvette, hanapin mo na lang," (Yvette is here, just look for her)

My eyes widened. I quickly looked around. Somebody told me she was at the Wellness Room so I hurriedly went towards that room. Shortly, someone called my name.
"Yvette!" I cried, and suddenly covered my mouth. I forgot that I was still in the office!

I hurriedly came to Yvette and hugged her tight. How I missed her a lot! I asked her to come with me inside the Wellness Room. From there, we talked about a lot of things--how she was doing in Singapore, what was life like, how she was able to handle things there and so on. She told me several things and shared to me how happy she was with her life there not because of her achievements, but because of her faith, and the support of the people who are dear to her.

"It's also a multicultural place, Jenny."
And yes, she considered a lot about a shared cultural life; that's because she knows how much passion I have for that thing. It was a brief conversation with her but we did have so much fun just being with each other. My smile almost reached my ears.

But at that moment, the thought about Singapore also got me thinking about someone else:

Bruno.

I wonder how he is.

Yvette told me that she and Bruno also meet sometimes; to hang out or even attend a young professional service together. I'm happy to know that they do meet there. I hope Bruno will be fine; despite the fact that he is still in the process of looking for another job. I haven't communicated with him for days...but I hope, he is just...fine.

Yvette and me sitting at a bench near the Plaza, at Alabang Town Center.

Sunday with Chedie and Alex

2010-03-29T00:00:00.015+08:00

It was a Sunday morning--beautiful, with a touch of sunny weather and fine breezy temperature. I started the day cooking crepe, but failed to make a good one because instead of putting eggs, I put all-purpose cream (what was I thinking!?) So I had no choice but to eat them partly raw. I just added some chocolate spread and a couple of salami slices to at least make my day right!

After that, I headed to the den to turn on my PC to finish my CV and portfolio. Not later, Chedie went online. Because I missed her, I spared some time just to chat with her. Unexpectedly it was an enjoyable conversation, and she wanted more. We ended up meeting each other in Makati!

Chedie and moi

Makati with Chedie
I took a bus going to Baclaran, then took a jeep to get to the MRT. Then I arrived in Makati after an hour and a half. I met Chedie at the foodchoices and the fun slowly began. We had several window shopping mainly at Tickles and Papemelrotti (gift shops), then checked out clothes and shoe stores (and bags) everywhere. We enjoyed just trying all the stuff that looked interesting. We even made fun of some of the items there! But of course, we still ended up buying dresses for ourselves!

And so, to finish our day properly, we had a great dinner at Greenbelt Mall, specifically at "The Rockefeller". It was an oyster-steak-and-pasta restaurant and it had so many good food. While enjoying our cuisine, Chedie brought up a lot of girl talk about her and her love life. She had a lot of reminiscing and I saw how much she missed the guy. But overall, it was a very good time being with her!

With Alex at SanMig Pub
After the impromptu date with Chedie, I hurriedly took the bus going back to Alabang to catch up with my 2nd girl friend--Alex. We first met at Starbucks in Madrigal; but later she decided to have some cold beer somewhere nearby. I suggested San Mig Pub to her. It was still early, about 8:30pm so we had some more time.

While at the Pub, we talked about how we were, how her weekend was with her friends in Boracay and Bohol, and some other plans for the coming months. Like the good ol days, we had fun just talking about work, vacation, boys and some more important things. And who would forget the beer on the table? ;-)

It was also a splendid evening with Alex.

But when I came back home, I suddenly felt so exhausted! I later realized that I just arrived at 11pm. It was a very tiring day. Nonetheless it was just a wonderful time with 2 great people in my life. :-)

Hundred Islands: Rekindled

2010-03-23T02:20:00.013+08:00

After 2 long years, I'm back to my 2nd love. Clear blue sea, white sands, soft breeze, nature...

Oh, and not to forget the main purpose of the place:

The Hundred Islands.

Back to Victory Liner

It was my 3rd time at Victory Liner, Cubao--that's because most of my destinations starts here. I came along with Alex, Vivien and Anais. While waiting for Chris and Chai to join us, we stopped by this coffee shop next to the terminal, called "Country Style". We ordered some bread and coffee, but the French troupe didn't really enjoy the coffee. (the French version is much better, according to Alex, lol) We waited for a few minutes, unfortunately Chai's plane from Cebu got late so they failed to join us. I was very disappointed, but we had to keep moving!

Seaside Haven
After 4 long hours, we finally arrived in the chartered city of Alaminos. The sky was still dark and clear, making the stars from above very visible. By just looking at the surroundings, it already brought back a lot of memories. I came here 2 years ago with Bruno, his brother Charles, and another friend, Roody.

As we rode a tricycle going to the port, the light breeze turned to cold wind as our vehicles moved faster. I couldn't imagine myself living in a place colder than this!

Soon we arrived at Seaside Haven where Gina, the inn keeper welcomed us with a smile. It was still early, about 5am so we asked Gina if we could stay until the sun comes. Thank God she was generous enough and let us in. She gave us room number 1--the same room that I rented before. And guess what--I also took the upper deck bed; the same one I took a couple of years ago!

Alex enjoys her breakfast.

When morning came, we went to the resort's restaurant for breakfast. The three of them ordered a comfortable meal of ham and eggs, while I digged with my favorite tocino and sunny-side-up egg. For those who didn't know, Tocino (toh-see-no) is sliced pork fermented with vinegar and sugar. Come to think of a sweet version of beef jerky. With curious looks, the three of them tasted it and loved it!

Hundred Islands, here we come!
We rented a boat that cost us P1200 (24USD) to visit 5 different islands for the whole day. Upon arriving after 20 minutes, we landed at Governor's Island where we had a good view of the rest of the islands. We took so many pictures together, even shooting the same spot where Bruno and the rest of us posed before. :-)

From left: Charles, Bruno, Me and Roody at Governor's Island, August 2008.

And my recent picture with Anais, Alex and Vivien at the same spot :-)

Marcos Island
After the vanity shots, we headed to our next destination: Marcos Island. The trio couldn't help but to tan themselves under the fiery sun! Anais and I had a few swimming lessons together; and I was surprised that I could swim after all! (probably because of the density of the sea water). I also enjoyed snorkeling near the corals and gladly, I found a few rare kinds of fish. Alex even saw a coral snake swimming behind the seaweeds!

Me, relaxing on the fine sands of Marcos Island.

Quezon Island

Known as the busiest and only crowded one among all the islands, Quezon Island was our second spot. We didn't swim much; we just relaxed at one of the bars uphill for a few cola drinks and chats. Soon, the girls swam with the other tourists while Vivien and I rested on the covered benches nearby. Not later we noticed a group of men swimming towards the platform where Alex and Anais were sunbathing. Looks like a bunch of admirers!

Children's Island, our favorite place!

Children's Island

Among all the islands that we toured, this is my favorite. Don't get deceived by the name because for me, it doesn't really look like an island for kids. I think it's more for lovers because the island have very nice spots for lovers to spend time together; just like the long ledge where we took the rest of the day just sitting there; chatting about anything while watching the other islands from afar, birds flying in the air, and fish swimming near us. And who would forget those cans of beer lying on the ground? :D

Admirers galore

The islands weren't the only highlights of our weekend; there were crazy admirers chasing us, too! (I think Vivien needs to shave to get more of the local girls' attention, lol)

On the first day Alex and Anais were the stars--with a bunch of hunks swimming towards them, a not-so-cute dude who asked Alex for a drink date on the same night (but Alex gave him a fake number), and another one who frequently called Alex's attention.

And then the next day during our breakfast at Maxim's by the Sea, there was this creepy guy named Allan who came to our table and told me how much he liked me. He even invited us to take a ride with his newly-bought 4x4 Ford Escape going back to Manila!

At first I hesitated and showed no interest, but because the three were teasing me (and it was an opportunity for us to take a trip home for free), I forced myself and made friends with him! And yes; he indeed, drove us home--straight to the trainees' house! Plus, he treated us for coffee and cake at Starbucks in Tarlac and gave us several fresh mangoes from Dagupan!

At the end of the 2nd day we were back in Manila; exhausted yet had so much fun. And after that, Alex, Anais and I had a good body massage at J Spa, just a few walks away from the village. It was a wonderful time for everyone of us especially that it gave me a chance to get closer to them. They were even more thankful because I showed them to one of the most-beautiful places in my country. They even treated me for a huge dinner the night before we went back to Manila.

That was just one good weekend accomplished. I'm sure there's more to come!

*This weekend happened from the eve of March 5, 2010, Friday until Sunday evening, March 7, 2010.

Bataan: The cowgirl way (Part Four)

2010-03-10T01:48:00.016+08:00

Previously... (read Part 3 her e)
Soon we arrived at Dorothy's Resort. We rested for a while and took lunch that Josephine prepared. I'm just not sure if it tasted good!

Let's hit the beach!

The three of us couldn't wait to start our adventure. Since we had all the time to roam around town, we thought of beach-hopping at another resort nearby. We took a tricycle that cost P50 ($1) to get to Waterfront Beach Resort; known to be the famous among all the resorts in Morong. But when we came there, it only appeared to be a simple recreational place; quite similar to the hot springs in Laguna. But I wouldn't deny how clean the resort was, and the beach was even clearer than Dorothy Resort. We paid P200 each ($4) for the entrance which included a cottage rent and use of facilities. Good thing I brought an extra swimsuit that fitted perfectly for Joanne. Unfortunately Rlie hesitated to join us. She didn't bring a bathing suit with her! So at the end of the day all she did was sit on the sandy ground, read a pocket book and watched us enjoy the lukewarm water until sundown.

The creepy pathway
It was almost dark when we left Waterfront Beach resort. We called Manong (the tricycle driver) over the cellphone, to come and drive us back to Dorothy's but he didn't appear on time. So we just walked by foot and pretended that everything was fine; though we knew we were alone in that dark lonely town. There were literally no lights in that area, and only the sound of crickets could be heard. Good thing I had a flashlight with me to keep us in track. Not later we saw a tricycle coming by. It was Manong! Thank God. He took us back to the resort safe and sound for only P20 ($0.4).

Concert at Night
We took a long shower afterwards and asked Dorothy to buy us dinner and some breakfast for the next day. It was almost 8pm when we ate until her nephews invited us to watch a concert at the Pawikan Village. They told us that there was a festival that night until tomorrow afternoon. It was a rare chance for us to get there especially at night because we were all girls and we were afraid to travel alone. So we took the opportunity and paid P50 for a tricycle ride to get to the village.

After a 5-minute ride we entered the village that looked like a maze because of the curved pathways and the cottages that covered the surroundings. Soon we saw the festival--popcorn stalls displayed on the corners, souvenir stands and people everywhere. Straight ahead was the museum of the sea turtles and from afar was a small stage where a local band performed live. The four of us sat on the edge and watched for a few hours. It was a tradition for them to celebrate the Pawikan Festival (sea turtle festival) every 29th and 30th of November. They perform live bands on the first night, and bring the sea turtles to the shore the next day. I was fascinated with the funny emcees (they were gay) because they were so hilarious. Not later, they asked the audience to sing on stage. There were some girls who volunteered singing and the people cheered. Not later, Joanne and R-lie asked me to sing, too! I got so excited and nervous but I did volunteer. And when I came on stage, the cheer of the crowd came louder, especially when I sang 'Bakit Ngayon Ka Lang' (a famous 90s song by the local band Freestyle) with another emcee (it was a duet song). Everyone loved my voice; even Joanne and Rlie screamed like crazy!

To be continued...
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