cebu bohol cebu

So I’m writing this at home on a Sunday (Jan. 25), which feels weird because I work on Sundays and yet here I am typing nonsense and making myself fat after having stashed away the bags and the clothes. I’ve also done some laundry so I thought I might as well write about the trip. Blogging’s good practice for people with bad memory. Oh, and if you’re planning to go to Bohol you’ll love this. I’m Alt-Tab’ing to our itinerary and budget yes we have an itinerary and budget in pdf (na may WordArt) and Excel formats because my friend Grace is insane like that.

(At nagsalita yung hindi kumakarir ng blog post tungkol sa bakasyon.)

Here it goes.

Jan. 22 (Thursday)

Don’t you just love seat sales? We were able to purchase roundtrip tickets to Cebu at just 1000+ each from Cebu Pacific. (Ooh, a little disclaimer: The establishments/businesses that I’m going to mention here didn’t pay me to mention them.) We’re booked on the last flight out of Manila, but of course the flight got delayed, thankfully by just an hour. (See, I told you they didn’t pay me to mention them.) I don’t go around much, so that was my first plane ride ever. I know. Since I’ve never been to the terminal, when we got to NAIA it didn’t impress me much because I thought that’s how terminals were supposed to look like – clean and sparkling and new. But after speaking with a friend who’s been to the old terminal I began to appreciate the “changes”.

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As for the flight, it was okay. It was like riding a cramped bus (as if may bus na hindi cramped), except that you’re several thousand feet above the ground and every now and then your ears pop. Gusto ko yung pag-internalize ng isang flight attendant during the life vest demo – mukha talaga siyang alarmed. Siguro first time din niya chos. The sight of the barf bag scared me, but I didn’t use it, thank goodness. There was one turbulence warning, which I spent marveling at a Kris Aquino White Flower ad in the in-flight magazine so I didn’t know how turbulence really was supposed to feel like. Si Kris lang pala ang katapat.

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Window seat! To say that the city lights were breathtaking is an understatement.

We arrived at the Mactan International Airport at half past nine. From there we rented a van to the Apple Tree Suite.

Ate: 900 po ang rental, ma’am

Ghia: Hindi po ba pwedeng 800?

Ate: [rumadyo sa driver] Okay daw 850.

Kumusta ka naman, ate.

We stayed at two deluxe rooms at 1,500 per room. Wala naman akong reklamo sa kwarto.

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After dumping our bags, we headed over to Larsian. It’s this 24-hour barbeque place where, the moment you enter, the owners of the different stores will converge and approach you and beckon you to them, as though they were Edward and you were Bella. I didn’t know this then so the sudden incessant psst-ing surprised me. I was so hungry I could only think of Twilight references.

We chose the stall with an electric fan. Electric fan lang talaga ang criterion ano.

For rice they had what they called pusó (not “heart”; put stress on the second syllable), na parang konti pero mabigat pala sa tiyan. Cost was 2.50 per.

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They don’t have utensils so they’ll give you a clear plastic bag that you’ll put over your right hand. Kung meron lang matinong hugasan magkakamay na lang ako. Madulas kasi.

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We only spent 75 per for all those food, pusó and drinks included. Solb.

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Jan. 23 (Friday)

Very early in the morning (like just a little after 4), we headed over to the pier to get to Bohol. There was some promo, so the ferry ride cost only 836.25, two-way (Cebu-Tagbilaran, and back) kasama na terminal fees.

I also expected to experience motion sickness but I didn’t. We even went up to camwhore, yehess.

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The ride to Tagbilaran was long, almost two hours.

Pagdating doon, ayan na ang walang katapusang countryside tour. Parang wala siyang katapusan kasi ang init sa Tagbilaran (at 8 am pa lang yun ha) at atat na akong mag-beach, hehe.

Here be a bunch of pictures:

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And then: Panglao.

A thing of beauty, etcetera, etc. At one point I said, “’Wag na tayong umuwi. Dito na lang tayo tumira.”

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We stayed at the Dumaluan Beach Resort. Deluxe rooms cost around 3k each, inclusive of breakfast. Food is expensive (We had to buy dinner; actually okay
naman ‘yung price, ‘yung ulam 200-300 and good for two, BUT they sell rice at 22 per cup I mean, come on) but the beach will more than make up for it, don’t worry.

Get up early, like around 6, to see the beach at low tide.

Jan. 24 (Saturday)

Back in Cebu at 6 in the pm. We weren’t able to do much, just went to SM Cebu (o dumayo pa ng Cebu para mag-SM) to buy stuff and was stunned by the fact that the taxi drivers actually give you change down to the last centavo. While inside the mall there was a commotion at the entrance. I didn’t see it myself, but Kuya Wendell said halos kuyugin na ng guards yung isang taxi driver na namimili ng pasahero. My goodness, nabibili kaya yung mga guards na ‘to? I’ll bring them by the truckload to Metro Manila.

Oh, I forgot to say, on our way inside, I had this conversation with one of the security guards:

Guard: [while checking my bag] Samting samting samting bag samting samting samting check samting samting

Me: [blank stare]

Guard: Samting samting

Me: Ay naku sorry po, hindi ko po kayo maintindihan.

Guard: Ay Tagalog lang po ba, ma’am? [smile] Kaya pala.

Me: Hehe.

Bakit nag-assume na siya na Tagalog ako. E kung sabihin ko kaya, “No, no, Malaysian.” Chos.

Jan. 25 (Sunday)

At the Apple Tree Suite, we were given two rooms that faced each other on the third floor. So nakabukas yung pinto ng parehong kwarto because we’re shuttling back and forth across the corridor (Well, at least si Maricon, na parang di mapirmi sa kwarto). At one point a cranky tourist (Didn’t see him, but I guess he’s American, judging on the accent) passed by and said, in a booming voice: “Can you please shut the doors? This is a hotel.”

Possible comebacks that we weren’t able to say because this was real life and not the movies:

Well, this is our country, so can you shut your mouth?

Oh, so you mean you don’t close your doors at home?

Hotel na ba ‘to, kuya? Hindi ba inn?

No, no, Tagalog onli.

EH DI ISARA MO YUNG PINTUAN MO PAKIALAMERO KA PALA E.

I’m sorry, I just can’t imagine myself being in a foreign country and telling the locals to shut their doors, haughtily, scolding them as if they were my unwanted children. Hello, mister, this isn’t your colony anymore. (Tapos biglang sa kanya pala yung Apple Tree ano. Eh basta, kaasar siya. Sana makatapak siya ng sea urchin.)

Our flight back to Manila wasn’t delayed, isn’t that cool? The morning flight gave me a view of clouds, some islands, and the back of the head of the guy next to me because I wasn’t able to get a window seat.

And then we’re home. :)

If you’re lucky enough to avail of sales and promos (and you have seven other people with you), you’ll spend around 4k. Hindi pa kasama food and incidental commute fares and souvenirs and pasalubong, so just prepare around 7k. That’s more than enough.

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Now, about sungazing:

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:)

(Photos from my camera and Grace Anne/Wendell’s camera and Ghia/Ed’s camera.)

(Special thanks to Ghia for blow-drying my hair on Friday hehe.)

(I’ll upload more pics at my Multiply.)

(EDIT: Uploaded!)

telling the story

I told you I’ll watch this. :)

I love musicals, especially this one, with no set, very minimal props (one of the actors held two flashlights to show that he’s “driving”) – just the actors and their dance and their songs.

Here’s Part 1 of the reunion show of the original Broadway cast.

WOMAN
Asaka, grow me a garden

MAN
Please Agwe, don’t flood my garden

TWO YOUNG WOMEN
Erzulie, who will my love be?

ALL
Papa Ge don’t come around me.

WOMAN(spoken)
Ah, such powerful, such temperamental gods
rule our island.

ASAKA
Asaka, Mother of the Earth.

AGWE
Agwe, God of Water.

ERZULIE
Erzulie, beautiful Goddess of Love.

PAPA GE
And Papa Ge, sly Demon of Death.

WOMEN
We dance

MEN
We dance

ALL
To the music of the gods
The music of the breezes through
The green plantain
The murmur of the river and
The roar of rain
And if the Gods decide to
Send a hurricane

WOMEN
We dance

MEN
We dance

ALL
To their ever-changing moods

WOMAN (ASAKA)
We know the gods are happy
When the green things grow

MAN (AGWE)
They’re angry when the river
Starts to overflow

ALL
And since we never know
Which way the winds will blow
We dance to the earth
We dance to the water
The Gods awake and we take no chance
Our hearts hear the song
Our feet move along
And to the music of the Gods
We dance

(Lyrics to “We Dance” from Allmusicals.com)

new –

1. hair

hair

The last time I had my hair treated was for the Univ grad. I’ve been trying to shrink away from “unnecessary” expenses, but to quote Erika: “Love yourself.” So there.

I’ve always had problems with my hair. To quote Glads, or probably that old milk commercial: “It’s the genes.”

2. thumbtacks

corkboard

What? There’s an empty, sad corkboard in my room and I found some cute thumbtacks in a bookstore and I was bored one morning and the thumbtacks look like candy I love it.

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3. kittens

kittens

We had a cat before who ran away. Apparently she now thinks our house is a feline orphanage.

Not complaining. :)

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4. TV obsession

Do you guys watch this show? I’ve finished the first season and I loved it. If you liked Dogma (actually the series is produced by Kevin Smith; he also directed the pilot) you’ll enjoy this one.

It concerns Sam who found out on his 21st birthday that his parents had a deal with the Devil: he’ll heal Sam’s dad, and they’ll give him Sam the day he turns 21. Now Sam is under the Devil’s employ as bounty hunter.

They say Season 2 will start March – hope I’ll be able to watch it.

the devil (ray wise) and sam (bret harrison)
the devil (ray wise) and sam (bret harrison)

[on why he hates Halloween]

Devil (to Sam): It’s the commercialization of evil!

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[on Hell]

Devil (to Sam): You know who works for me at the Central Office? White-collar criminals. It’s horrible. They hate me, they hate their jobs. I can’t even ask for a cup of coffee.

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[Sam finds out that their gay couple neighbor are demons. The gay demon couple doesn’t know that he knows. Sam avoids them. The couple confronts him.]

Demon1: It’s because we’re gay, isn’t it.

Sam: What? No. No. [struggles] You’re demons.

Demon1: [seethes] Oh. Oh. Well, the homophobia I’ll be able to understand, but “fallen angels cursed to walk the earth for all of eternity” – that you can’t accept? That’s racist, Sam. I mean, you’re a Reaper.

Sam: How –

Demon1: Gladdys [another demon] plays racquetball with me, she told me.

Sam: Have you guys…ever eaten anyone?

[pause]

Demon2: That’s offensive.

Demon1: You don’t have to listen to this.

Demon2: That’s offensive.

*

Ah, wit. Bless them. :)

(Transcripts from memory. Reaper photo from Star-eCentral )

it’s here!

it's a robot!

Well, at least by the end of February. :D Kudos to the Alfars. :)

Book launch at the U-View Theater in High Street. I’ve never been there because I’m an introvert.

No, really.

Click on the robot for the details.

hello 2009, or now what

Last Sunday, I woke up and suddenly had this thought: I want to go back to school. Oh yeah: first post for 2009, and I’m talking about wanting to go back to school. How cool is that?

I know at least one Journalism batch mate who has gone on to graduate studies. There could be more of them. A bunch from the older class, even one who studies abroad. I know two classmates from CW who’ve succumbed – one of them takes up an MA and teaches high school kids, Jesus Christ, what a combo. I have an office mate taking up Women’s Studies who’s alternatively delighted and distraught by her academic load. I know one who’s already finished his Master’s.

At least three girls have dissuaded me from planning to apply for the MA program in Creative Writing (“It’ll all just be a question of aesthetics”…”think of the politics”…“Bakla, nagsusulat ka na e, aantukin ka lang.”), and go for Literature instead. But then that means plodding through the Classics and tons of other readings, and I don’t know, that doesn’t sound like fun. Does it? Once one of my siblings asked why we had to read all these stories, and I think I almost said, So when they’re alluded to in a joke you’ll be able to get it. CW also means readings, but at least there’ll be workshops, you know, workshops, where you’ll be given given a chance to be told how much you suck so you can tell your other classmates how much they suck when it’s their turn. Then, when you’ve been told how much you suck enough times, you can go out and win a Palanca.

I’ve also considered taking up further studies in a completely different field. Like Anthro. Studying folklore sounds extremely interesting, but then I can always just pick up a book.

Right.

Ngarr.

I miss school. I miss having a definite goal, complete with checklists and advisers and several opportunities for validation.

OhfortheloveofGod, I’m not even sure if I’ll get in, if ever I apply.

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But wait – this is supposed to be a New Year post, plans, things to be thankful for, blah blah. What should I be thankful for in 2008? I don’t usually do this, but maybe I should start the habit this year since I forget easily; in my head, the events and the years bleed into each other.

Quick, I’ll just rattle them off – this year I’m thankful I:

– became a regular employee with a job that allows me to write and, to some extent, keeps me on my toes (I’ve been thinking, if I were in a different field, the country could already have been ceded back to Spain and I’ll still be in my bedroom, blissfully unaware, watching DVDs on my laptop. Being in Research, with all this information about what’s come before and what will come tomorrow – literally tomorrow, when the paper will come out – floating around, makes you realize that really, nothing should come as a surprise. Everybody and everything leaves clues.)

– graduated from bedspacerhood and got my own room in an apartment unit

– wrote short stories that got accepted for publication, one of them for a local spec fic anthology, w00t

– developed the habit of waking up early and jogging around the campus (still with difficulty – even the waking up early part, especially now, when it’s so cold – but I’m working on it)

– am still healthy, that my family’s still healthy, that I still have friends

– that I still have time to read (if Tobias Wolff’s Old School were a person, I’d hug it) and write and watch films/shows, that I still have time to appreciate good stories

– um

I’m pretty sure there are other things to be thankful for, I’ve just forgotten them. See? Very poor memory.

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As for plans, well, after I got settled in my apartment unit and in the office, I’ve acquired this wait-and-see stance and became more or less complacent, so now, at the moment, I don’t have plans. Hah, how’s that? I think I have out-of-town trips and dinner/meet-ups to look forward to before February, so I suppose the first two months of this year will be fun enough, will be filled with friends. (And will definitely kill my savings.)

But really, a wait-and-see stance. Maybe that’s why I should go back to school.

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Have you seen the full moon nowadays? I’ve started writing this post (in spurts; been busy with all the assignments and write-ups, etc) last Sunday, and this picture was on the front page in the paper.

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Kung tutuusin ano, kahit mag-search na lang ako ng picture ng full moon sa Google at i-post dito, pwede pa rin. Pero pinili ko na lang rin yung may watermark para maniwala kayo na totoong maganda yung buwan nung Sabado. Kaya pala di ako mapakali sa apartment.

The moon was said to be the biggest full moon for 2009, comparable to December’s full moon, which was 14 percent wider, and 30 percent brighter.

Lovely.

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O, hala na. Patulan na natin yung umaalingasaw na metaphor from this observation and wish that the rest of the year will be just as bright.

Now go barf or something.

:)

and so

Riding on the high brought by having just seen Into The Woods in its entirety, I’m wishing everyone a very merry Christmas. I don’t know where you are, but here the night of December 24 is crucial. I’ll be home for the countdown to midnight. :)

This year’s coming to a close, the speed of everything surprising as always. Wishes for 2009: more songs, more stories (yesterday I received word from Free Press that they’re going to publish my short story next week, hooraaaay) (and I finally found the time to read Richard Price’s Clockers) – who would wish for sad times? But if they do come, I hope they’re not too destructive. I hope they’re malleable, and gentle – of the kind that can leave you with enough energy to turn them into something beautiful.

Here’s Part 1 of the Prologue of Into the Woods. Next: Once On This Island. :D Haha.

party! raffle prizes! salted eggs!

I still don’t know where the eggs came from.

eggs good for probably a year
eggs good for probably a year

Sir Chito (Libre Ed in Chief, party host): Maaari bang unahin na nating i-raffle ‘yung mga itlog na maalat? Para silang masamang panaginip. [Later] Wala nang itlog na maalat!

Inquirer Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! *dancing and revelry*

Much good that did for me, I still came home empty-handed. Oo, kahit itlog na maalat di ko pa napanalunan.

But at least I got this, a shot that had to be taken since Kate and Ruthie were all glammed up:

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More pictures at my Multiply, including the make-up session with Armin. :)

(First photo from Irene’s cam. [Or Fran’s]. Thanks! I was so overwhelmed by the eggs I failed to take a picture of them.)