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Friday, July 31, 2009

My fairshare with mother nature

Nothing can beat my happiness and excitement, when office of the AVP told me to pack up on a Monday thats july 27 at 12.30 to leave for Moalboal by 2pm. I had nosebleed getting the instant assignment putting me in trouble first i have to go back home, ending my complete uniform a short stint in the office 2) i dont have enough cash to bring for my vices, hehehehhe. but things weren't my way, as my beloved mader dear tatits asked our finance officer to shed 500 for our per Diem. great i said. and set, im ready with Jello as my usual partner in trips. we found ourselves comfortable in a V-hire for Moalboal, soon by 3.15pm we left the Citilink. we arrived by 6.10 in Club Serena and met up with Rica Gomez at the pavilion to let her know were there. brief conversation soon the front desk officer led us to the adjacent resort which is Delgados. we were then found our nook and relaxed a bit. by 6.30 i found myself at the shower area and dressed up. we had a good dinner and some tanduay and coke. MEt Up Quino, Melinda, and all the guests divers. We lend our ears to gary the environmentalist and a diver and his group for some healthy info. met up Shio, Ivan who were so nice to break the ice between jello and me. We stayed at the same place.
Soon, the day arrived.. started with healthy breakfast and listened to Quino while he spreads the mechanic and the day is just so wonderful for the beach and our purpose to be there. We had healthy lunch too, i love the utan bisaya with lechon and shrimps. I had fun, anticipating for the next dive because i just love the water and underneath. i was dumbfounded with what jello and me experienced. It was awesome, i cant believe how beautiful it is down there. found a lot of new friends and laughter just sorrounds us, except for the weird girl and his partner. Never the less she never had an inch from my nerve. i also came upon to meet haze cabotage, had a small talk with him and some military guys who joined the seashore clean-up. i i felt that in some ways, when i dont do things at home, i had been doing it in somewhere else, which made me proud of myself. it connotes the eagerness and my worries for mother nature.

Its so heartwarming to find people in all walks of life joined hand in hand. My fervent hope is that they would do this regularly, sand looks beautiful when heaps of garbage were taken out. i had been guilty throwing garbage or my cigarette butts on water forms, i learned my lesson. its shameful to let other people clean our garbage, it is none of the worlds business to return our debris and waste without us having second thought. let us be responsible, i did my share.. i hope you do too.

Thanks to Melinda, Haze Cabotage, the beautiful couple Quino and Rica, who enthusiastically welcomed and ushered us on the entire duration of our stay, the divers, Yvone, Lyn and Joan whom we secured friendship and trips. Doris Orge, sis and tina whom i shared a brief laugh at the kiosk and the people and acquaintance. i missed it and hoping for a repeat.

Going home bringing with me wonderful emmories from Moalboal to barili. the ice cream stop and everything:) till then

Monday, July 6, 2009


Its been months now of contemplating of my fate working in a corporate world. my brother last week, mocked me for i am not worth of what i have right now. which i was thinking twice about it too. now i must make up my mind to know the road to lead me to something i can breathe. tho i have to miss this whole damn thing, but i must learn and i must set to move on. As logane told me and girlie, there will always time for us to re conquer the whole story again and friendship to congregate, and that they're happy for me. i would leave without the existence of upheavals and and yes i should go with all the wonderful memories that marketing give me. the whole fun and a whole new door, a space that filled in, the landscape turned into beauty; were all i cherish. the people that made me feel uncanny! and the names that they already exist and create an etched in my pages and pages of story, i will forever treasure. and for this, maybe a month from now, i will be signing off.... till the next book.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

The Kanlaon Serenity

Tribo of The Freeman invited me to come with him to Kanlon in Negros.. i was hesitant at first. many things inn mind and some obligations to be done. but i realized that somehow its for once in a lifetime experience. that point, i started to get the leave weeks before the date set for the trip. i was lucky enough to finally break free, i was committed to lock my self on sunday june 28 for the sunstar sportfest, lest i gotta go. i was asking permission 3 days before emphasizing that i cant attend. the event was something i look forward too, but what if i have to be absent and enjoy the moment. anyways, always had things right after that. later, i find myself, sitting in a cab with tribo and ate debbie of the freeman, for the city link. then found my self in Toledo city for the ferry going to negros oriental. In the mountain top, a la baguio city, i finally came to read, Kanlaon. Whew, a trip for the day and it pays to check the palce again since i came there 2002. we were ushered to Kanlaon pension house via trike ride from the bus terminal. we were greeted with locales and organizers and candidates at the pension house. i need to grab some true rest, but before that i have to fill the rumbling tummy. We headed to Mang Julies eatery with Marlon Wafer, Mark, AVince the designer, Tribo and Mami Debbie. we had the sumptuous meal of adobo, well milled rice and of course some veggies. how can i go starving when im so full for the sight and sounds encountered. later at night, i was wowed by the ingenuity of the people of negros, a true negrense occupies the craft of creating headresses in all forms using various materials which are indigenous incorporated to the theme of their place, the candidates which u i told myself 30 percent gays and 70 percent male. How did they got into the pageant well, i dont know, they were there.. they exist. Few i've met but i become the kanlaon way. saw Torib there, that make-up artist way back Jonas Borces time, Dumaguete drum beaters, and the other accompanying band. it was filled with colors and good sounds. had some cute dinner over the tiangge area, and of kors, the party till 8.30 am. had my sahre of rhum coke and some people. this was was just the party begins, had the distressing beer drinking at the Guihulngan port, with the gays fro Cebu. i had fun, i had the experience at the ferry and slept at the bus going home. Hope for a repeat