tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79415403889917713002024-03-22T00:49:52.057+08:00Life's A Trip...A drifter's take on anything about everything.ianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12653641749777621300noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941540388991771300.post-5414858718001490192014-06-02T08:41:00.001+08:002014-06-02T08:41:32.577+08:00Baler: Roadtrip for the Holy Week
First of all, it was an unplanned trip. However, came early morning of Good Friday, I found myself behind the wheel cruising the narrow road leading to what have been dubbed as the Philippines' surf capital - Baler.
Normally, I prefer spending the Holy Week observing traditions like doing the Visita Iglesia, joining a "prusisyon", and most importantly, attending the Easter ianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12653641749777621300noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941540388991771300.post-36604599542260002912013-08-06T08:07:00.001+08:002013-08-06T08:07:25.943+08:00Destination: Anawangin
“It’s the type of place you go to when you want to forget about the world, the type of place where you can be alone and not worry about being alone.” This was the thought that lingered through my mind as I looked back at Anawangin while our outrigger made its way to Pundaquit for our trip home.
Ours had only been an overnight trip, but in that short span of time, and despite the ianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12653641749777621300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941540388991771300.post-87337455223007751562013-08-02T15:00:00.000+08:002013-08-05T06:33:09.820+08:00A Fond Remembrance
One morning at the office, talk had been about surgeries and confinement. An officemate remarked that he loved being confined because it gave him a valid reason for not going to school or being absent from the office. I expressed the same view, citing the "pasalubongs" as my reason, then followed it up by narrating that I’ve only been confined once.ianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12653641749777621300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941540388991771300.post-73172150990335986392013-07-22T07:17:00.004+08:002013-07-22T07:24:57.725+08:00Samar: An Alternative Destination
Allen, Samar
For those who have been accustomed to spending their summer outings or vacations in places like Boracay, Bohol, and Batangas, the name Samar may sound a bit below the scale. But Samar may just be the perfect place for you. Being a Samareño, I guess I have the authority to say that you can take my word for it. Pristine beaches, springs, falls, a ianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12653641749777621300noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941540388991771300.post-22218977234496259412013-07-08T12:40:00.002+08:002013-07-08T12:46:55.911+08:00About a House
This morning, as I was browsing through my Twitter account, the song Hold Me in Your Arms by Southern Sons started playing in my computer, and suddenly I was transported back in time when the song was still playing on the airwaves - my high school days in Samar, in our old house, my home for many years.
Memories had been a lot in that old house - the times when me, my brothers,ianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12653641749777621300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941540388991771300.post-12268590946686058342013-01-16T12:56:00.001+08:002013-01-16T12:56:02.285+08:00Untitled
The soft breeze sweeps across my face as I lay on my back watching the passing of the clouds. It's been quite a while since I've last noticed the beauty of what sorrounds me - the sunset, the moon, the clouds, the flowers and trees...and you. Yes you.
I've longed to be with you from the first time I saw you, and I did everything to make it so. But when I finally had you...ianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12653641749777621300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941540388991771300.post-86777005671268702772012-06-21T16:35:00.000+08:002012-06-21T16:48:49.596+08:00Our Canyon Cove Experience
To begin with, it was unexpected - a visit to our home in Quezon City, and then in the course of a conversation with my aunt, an offer to redeem the privileges included in the Pristige Card she availed which was supposed to be for an uncle's vacation from Canada that did not push through. The catch, a choice between a 2-night stay in a superior suite or an overnight stay in 2 superior ianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12653641749777621300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941540388991771300.post-32575870876864806632012-03-06T15:55:00.000+08:002012-03-06T15:55:10.580+08:00The Other Realm that is Mt. Pinatubo
It resulted from a re-scheduled activity. Came dawn of Saturday, we found ourselves alighting from a bus at the Mc Donald’s branch in Capas, Tarlac, me, my 2 brothers - Dino and Drei, and my cousin Ryan. It was a good 2 hour trip, spent mostly sleeping, and at past 5 AM, we were ahead of our scheduled arrival. While waiting for the vehicle that was going to pick us up, we had ianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12653641749777621300noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941540388991771300.post-89080890517405858312012-02-09T11:13:00.000+08:002012-02-09T11:13:06.093+08:00Another Ordinary Morning with Nothing Much To DoIt's a beautiful Thursday morning - no rain pouring as I was going to the office, the sun's shining bright, and the breeze...soft and light. It's been quite a while since I've last seen such a day...or had I been just to busy with life that I haven't notice. Seems like summer's just waiting around the corner, and soon, we'll be bidding farewell to the cold and rainy season.
The ianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12653641749777621300noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941540388991771300.post-58177862342297775662012-01-17T13:31:00.024+08:002012-01-17T13:48:54.316+08:00Adventure in CamSur: A Narrative in StillsA long weekend and an invitation to spend it on the road...
Me and four companions...
The destination - CamSur.
Our adventure...
CARAMOAN
Waiting for lunch before proceeding to Paniman beach for the island hopping trip All set to discover the islands of the Caramoan peninsula Enjoying the warm waters of Matukad Island Photo op Cynthia taking ianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12653641749777621300noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941540388991771300.post-2137371478433466692011-12-20T11:38:00.001+08:002011-12-20T12:56:29.208+08:00Why Peter Pan Never Wanted to Grow Up
photo courtesy of Dino Orbeta
Christmas is indeed just around the corner. Realized it when I found out that I still have a lot of gifts to buy with so little time.
Christmas. And I thought that time wouldn't be able to change it's meaning and the way people view it. But it has, in fact, many people nowadays are mostly pre-occupied to even care. Christmas to most ianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12653641749777621300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941540388991771300.post-45804402695945459012011-11-22T16:50:00.002+08:002011-11-25T16:53:42.652+08:00Memories of ViganMay 25, 2007. It was past office hours, but me and a few officemates were still at our pantry watching the last episode of Maging Sino Ka Man. While the others had already left from the office to wait at the Motorpool garage, we stayed behind pretending that we were not that excited of the events that would unfold in the next few hours.
It had only been a few months ianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12653641749777621300noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941540388991771300.post-35037003165921466182011-11-15T13:37:00.001+08:002011-11-15T13:42:41.715+08:00Just Another Rainy DayDark skies and thunder...A band is doing its rendition of Bob Marley's "Waiting in Vain".
Rain and sweet music...seems like it's going to be a good day.
Rain and sweet music...always have been a great pair. Days spent with friends while sipping coffee and chatting. Miserable days spent alone by the window counting every trickle of rain dropping - drinking beer?&ianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12653641749777621300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941540388991771300.post-72531744465707275302011-10-26T16:21:00.004+08:002014-03-05T07:16:23.025+08:00Out of the Blue
Listening to Side A's "Only You", I can't help but wander back to a place where dreams were free and the spirit of youth still roams freely within me - my teenage years of course.
Funny how time flies so fast, and with the way we live our lives today, it's almost next to impossible to take even just a few minutes off of our busy schedules to take time to reminisce or look back to our ianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12653641749777621300noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941540388991771300.post-51103281647684941232011-10-19T16:18:00.001+08:002011-10-19T16:24:33.112+08:00Blurry, But UnforgettableIt was sometime in the late 80s. I remember riding a jeep to Calbiga, one of the municipalities in Western Samar, together with my Uncle Leo a few days before its fiesta. Yearly attendance in the said occassion had been a family tradition, and me and Uncle Leo went ahead to help with the preparations. Being a kid at that time, I found the trip long and boringianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12653641749777621300noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941540388991771300.post-47953910191670673232011-09-30T09:53:00.002+08:002011-09-30T21:26:00.661+08:00Behind the Glass WindowIt had been a busy day and while inside a bus on my way home, all I could think about was reaching our house, eating a delicious meal, watching TV, and sleeping comfortably. Then, as the bus made a turn on a bend, I glanced towards the window and saw this little girl. Still clad in her worned-down elementary school uniform, the girl was sitting right in front ianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12653641749777621300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941540388991771300.post-49533320855029731182011-09-26T12:00:00.004+08:002011-11-25T17:00:27.692+08:00PiyUPsPsIsang hapong walang pasok, muli, hindi ko na naman napigilang maglakad-lakad sa loob ng main campus ng PUP, at kasabay noon, ang alalahanin ang nagdaang mga araw na masaya ko pang nakakasama ang barkada - mga kaklaseng sa loob ng apat na taon ay napalapit at naging bahagi na ng buhay ko. Matagal-tagal na din mula ng huli kaming magkasama-sama, maliban sa ilan na kasama ko sa trabaho at ianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12653641749777621300noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941540388991771300.post-28381149985686890642011-09-22T14:05:00.002+08:002011-09-22T16:37:01.538+08:00Everyday Routine
And as I went out, there was nothing but mist covering every inch of the road leading to my destination. It was a Monday morning and I had hoped that even at 4 AM, a tricycle would pass by saving me the task of walking alone in a pitch black morning clouded with thick fog. But none came. So with thoughts of Lestat, Whitechapel and Jack the Ripper, Mr. Hyde, and Dracula in ianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12653641749777621300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941540388991771300.post-9678275486720882802011-09-21T13:50:00.001+08:002011-09-21T13:52:22.452+08:00Martes ng Umaga at Walang MagawaMinsan ba pumasok na sa utak mo na paano kaya kung naging iba ang buhay mo sa buhay mo ngayon - tapos ng pag-aaral, may magandang trabaho, may masayang pamilya, at walang gaanong pinoproblema?
Paano kaya kung sa halip na ikaw ang nagbibigay ng limos, ay ikaw ang namamalimos; imbes na ikaw ang kumakain sa loob ng isang sikat na kainan, ay ikaw ang nakasilip sa labas ng kainan at ianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12653641749777621300noreply@blogger.com0