Bohol : Teaser 2

chocolate hills at carmen, bohol

peace and tranquility

some hunky dude posing at the sandbar

So, here are a couple of hot men who got lost in virgin island. :Pstarfish hands

Bohol : Teasers

more to come soon :p

i am a risk taker. stupid, but it keeps me alive.

i went undertime to race to ayala to buy our boat tickets. only to find out that viewing deck seats are only sold at the pier and they close at 5:30. and they don't do reservations.

I was still processing all the information 5 minutes before 5 at Ayala.

Oh, screw it. and I asked the taxi guy how long will it take from here to the pier of Ocean jet.

20 minutes.

I did a quick calculation and I can get there around 5:15. I took the chance and we sped of to M. Cuenco towards the pier. Everything was a bit unfamiliar until i got to fort san pedro.

the taxi stopped in front of the pier gates and told me "dire na" It's here.

I got out into the chaos and mayhem of the pier. Think uber corny Pinoy movie where couples and families say good bye and where stupid lovers jump to the sea to race after boats jutting away with their unrequited but soon to be true love.

I ran. and I saw the time at the clock ... it was a little before 5:15, my heart was pumping with adrenaline and what ifs. What if the line is long or what if they're already closed, what if i dont get there on time? or what if i do get the tickets how am i gonna go back? fuck.

my heart was bursting to the seams with worry to see a short line at the ticketing counter.

I told myself it's not over yet until I get myself 5 tickets for Saturday's 6am trip.

So I fell in line, gave information to the man at the counter, and gave me 5 neatly printed tickets.
while i got out, a taxi just got in letting out its passengers. I was dizzy and I want to throw up. But I got to Ayala in one piece. Triumphant, yet wonky.

I told you, I'm insane. But it's worth it.

new found friends

top: brain, ian, louise
bottom: stella, me, helen

cebu photos : food porn (part 1)

yeah, everybody's giving me crap about this "blank" entry so here's the real pictures

cebu day 02 - mall rats in ayala

this saturday morning was spent lounging most of the morning at the room. helen and i caught the movie Prime starring meryl streep, uma thurman, and the yummy bryan greenberg. then we showered and headed to Ayala for mass, and some shopping.

i was rummaging my luggage and noticed that I mostly brought all tanks, sleeveless, and all my as a bunch of people would say, my "man-eater" clothes. so I panicked and went to Human for a shopping spree, I ended up buying 2 new shirts and a jacket.

helen bought new shoes.

we had lunch and dinner at Lemon Grass the vietnamese/thai place with this really, really yummy citrus tea. But I think i had too much of it because I ended up feeling nauseous and I had to run to the bathroom at the first floor of northwinds to spew my guts. (this happens when I eat too healthy foods)

Yes, mucho impormasyon.

And to the news about tsibogs turning into some korean piece of shit, it's true, but the new tsibogs is near the sunflower club, which I will try and find so as to please this nagging feeling of discontentment.

(i won't be uploading pics yet since dial-up is a bitch).

so we just went to timezone, planned to watch a japanese film tomorrow and looked around some more before chilling once again in the hotel room watching cartoons.

friday night was spent with my aunt at Bigby's. I had their amazing roast chicken and aunt had an equally tempting passionfish.

she's actually my mom's friend. but I call her tita nonetheless, we caught up with our lives and it was funny talking to an adult with regards to my mom.

and now I will rest since I felt wonky after my barf-capade.

oyasumi

back in cebu

I never would thought i'd be here again. But here I am at the main office of NSP, typing away in my really low chair and this even lower cubicle walls.

I miss the round table where the old PWLAN used to be located. now since its just me and helen they cleared out some space in the solutions area.

So, here I am. Back in one of my little havens. Alone. Sort of. But not really lonely.

Together with a new face and roomie.

I love Helen. but I missed Nina as a roomie. Harhar. Okay, mushy stuff ends there.

I cannot post pics yet. since I only have my card reader with schroeder. I cannot post pics of our trip yet.

But anyway, we got back here last night, via PAL PR863. the flight was, surprisingly on time. We touched Mactan Airport at around 50 minutes past 6 and checked in at Northwinds near 8.

I cannot believe that they changed Tsibogs into some piece of korean restaurant shit :((. So we ended up eating dinner at chowabungga. Where we split a tapsilette (w/lette) and just had a good night rest at the hotel.

Breakfast at cafe bien and skipped lunch to have some coffee and cinnamon sugar swirl at starbucks. I have plans to have dinner with mom's friend here later.

Yep, I really am back.

say hello to vin

:)

I'm off to the queen city of the south.

Hopefully I will stay updated on the next two months.

fight club mode.

I have a temper. It can be kept for insanely long amounts of time before I blow up like Mt. Pinatubo after a real long mounting period. Bubbling until its got my goat.

I hate being placed on hope, I absolutely hate people piling you dreams only to take them away.

Only to be found out that a higher being can actually crush your dreams into a beaten massive pulp.

I couldn't take away this taste of bitterness in my throat. I cannot help but lace acid in my words so that it comes out with just a touch of nasty than my usual bitchings.

I hate people who assume your goals and disregard you with better chances. I absolutely abhor favoritism and I believe that the term GIVE CHANCE TO OTHERS really means the OTHERS who actually deserve it.

It's fair game until somebody hands in.

I guess I was a fool to believe and trust people who think of me as a mere officemate.

And I was an even bigger fool to actually consider them as friends.

Now this little bond of trust I have diminishes slowly.