Archive for July, 2007

28
Jul

get a room

one entry in my mind’s to-do list is to try out each of the hotels in cebu. haha, this stemmed from my NOT EVER having a room of my own. yeah, in my almost 28 years of existence, i never had a room i can call my own. unless, of course you call a cramped living room space your quarters for the night one. thus, i’ve always had this desire to stay in a nice room with its own AC unit and a private shower. imagine not ever hearing the buzz of a mosquito while you try to catch up some sleep - boy, that’d be something… anyway, since i’ve etched that task in my mind, i continuously shelve it for the reason that it’s an unnecessary expense. i could use the money for something more worthwhile. additionally, there’s just no reason for me to stay in a cebu hotel when i’ve a house to go home to at no expense.

so far, i’ve checked in to only two hotels. incidentally, the reasons for checking in a hotel don’t have anything to do with my task of having the entry stricken off my to-do list. the two hotels are not even on top of my cebu-hotels-to-go-to list. the first hotel i went to was my former college professor’s family-owned hotel: West Gorordo Hotel. The reason i checked in that particular hotel was because I was too drunk to go home. I’ve a rule against returning home inebriated. Thus, I ended up spending the night there - thanks to the magic of plastic. The second hotel was just a few steps away: The Golden Peak Hotel. Spent the night there just recently as a very good friend-slash-goddess-slash-genius-slash-girl had some real tough issues to resolve. I couldn’t bear seeing her bare her soul’s out inside i1’s parking lot cr where people come and go.

hopefully, i’ll be able to check out the other hotels in cebu. generally, stay at the hotel and not just go there to sample the food in their restaurants. although, i don’t mind going to marco polo’s eat-all-you-can treat for the third time. your PhP800++ is really worth the price! thinking twice about going back to waterfront’s cafe uno though.

28
Jul

burning bridges

found myself browsing friendster again to keep me awake. finishing something for work. clicked on the who’s viewed me tab.

surprise. surprise. surprise…………..

saw a ghost of the past.

hahaha… made a promise to this person never to bother him again. learned a very nasty lesson about not keeping my promises, thus - shrugging off the urge to know how the person has turned out.

last i remembered this person was so pissed {i mean very, very pissed that he couldn’t wait for workshift to end, and wanted me to settle things during work hours, which i refused…agreed to meet after work - but — haha, he chickened out and decided against confronting me… weird guy} at me for reason that up until now is unknown to me.

looking back, it should have been me who had every reason to get angry. curiously, i was anything but angry. i was hurt. definitely. but NOT for the reason that was told to an officemate. the reason given to the officemate was maliciously told and couldn’t be farther from the truth.

24
Jul

anay attack

Dsc02497 i’m no serious collector of books. i’d like to. definitely. but space and money are preventing me from doing so… yet, even with these limitations, i try to get my hands on books - especially the second-hand ones. imagine my dismay when my mother searched for something in the cabinet and found these instead:

Dsc02495 Dsc02496 Dsc02498 Dsc02499

darn these termites!!

23
Jul

first two hours

traveling often brings new experience. no two travels are the same.

they’re HARDLY EVER the same even if some of the factors are the same and you decide to tread down the path of unknown places on your own.

thanks to cebu pacific flight promos, entities such as i are given access to the wondrous experience that is traveling. as soon as i heard of the piso-fare promo back in march, my trigger happy fingers immediately logged on to cebupacificair.com and booked myself a trip to iloilo and a return trip from kalibo. haha, first mistake. i picked up two dates that were so closed to each other. reason back then was i couldn’t afford to be away from work that long. well, i could have opted to change my return flight to a much later flight, but i opted to stick with the original flight schedule. don’t want complications and extra charges.

so on July 21 at 8 A.M., i flew to iloilo. the flight time was roughly 35 minutes. got my pack from the carousel and headed out of the airport. interestingly, we landed on iloilo’s new airport. the floor tiles are all gleaming clean and the airport itself is big . anyway, at the arrival section several people in white carrying placards [just one folder-sized boards] with offers of metered taxi/shuttle services greet you. but for some weird/wrong inspiration, i headed out of the airport. second big mistake.

i wish i had read this earlier and i wouldn’t have been cheated of my 200 pesos. hehe. i tried to go back to the airport, but couldn’t find the entrance, or was just too excited to hit to my destination that i just didn’t mind being cheated by the first taxi driver who came up to me. blame it on my tendency to say "yes" the first instance that i’m asked a yes/no question. i told the driver to take me to Ortiz Wharf [boating station to hoskyn port @ jordan, guimaras] and he blurted out that it’d cost me PhP450. My brain shouted "cheat" but for some reason I agreed to the PhP400-peso fare. Well, i hate haggling [the 50-peso cut was all i could muster as far as haggling is concerned + my Filipino voca is far from excellent. [try: Patawad, manong... hehehe, i didn't use that but often that comes to mind first... very, very wrong... why ask for forgiveness when you mean "wala na bang tawad, manong? [can you come down on a price or something?... and often what comes to my mind when taxi drivers do this is "well vet, you're helping someone put food on his table. so never mind that you've read somewhere that PhP250 is the highest you could spend on a taxi from the airport to the city. " well, to compensate for the exorbitant price, you also get yourself a tour guide. the driver generally gives you a crash course of the place. where to go, how to get to places blah, blah... [this is the part where your Filipino language prowess gets tested since you speak no ilonggo and the driver doesn't speak bisaya]. the cab driver was actually very helpful if you could remember all the information blurted out in one sitting. truly, you could use the conversation as the city is a very long drive from the airport [i'm talking a wide stretch of trees/greenery on both sides of the road] before reaching civilization [of buildings and commercial complexes].

had it been a metered taxi with a flag down rate of PhP30 pesos, the fare from the new iloilo airport to Ortiz Wharf is 227.50 pesos. . [more later on the trip to guimaras].

07
Jul

2 of probable many

e.o.

hi! i just feel like tapping on the keys, you know. habits. chester’s currently singing "my december" and i can hear the whirring sound of the ceiling fan in the background. i generally don’t know why i’m thinking or what i’m thinking. it’s times like these that i truly wish to feel your presence and see your face. call me crazy, but even without you speaking your mere presence somehow lifts me up. not that i’m down. am i? who knows. haha, funny because i don’t recognize you at all. true, sometimes i think that you’re this person, but deep down i’m sure you are never the person. does it make sense? let’s just say i have an image in my mind. in that image, you’re this person whom i can never have for a lot of different reasons. perhaps even if you are someone i can have, one thing’s clear, i’m the biggest coward on this side of the planet. i’m brave in most cases, but when it comes to creating a relationship — i’ve no backbone and my kind of personality isn’t a big help either.
hypothetical scenario - if ever someone comes up to me and think i have a thing for a particular individual, i automatically resort to being the biggest liar on earth. however true the observation might be, denial becomes automatic. it’s a result of my weird thought processes. but be damned if you happen to ask the question yourself. you’ll be in for a surprise as i generally have an uncensored mouth and tendency to blurt out raw truths. this however is ONLY TRUE if i get past the panic attack and the skepticism that there’s an xy who’ll approach me in this sense. but you know what? if you ever exist and you dare come up to me — then you must be something. <not that i’m an impeccable judge of character, believe me - i am but that> i say this because then you go beyond appearances. there must be something in a person who will dare try to be in

the know of my brand of craziness. it’d be interesting to meet

you.

02
Jul

1 of probable many

hello elusive one,

so where do you hide yourself? i need you. not for any special reason. i just want to see you around. feeling your presence somehow gives me comfort. it’s interesting the kind of power you have over me. it’s so unfortunate that you’re not existent in my world. or if you are, you definitely have a way of making your presence scarce. when will you show yourself? is there even a chance that you exist? are you among the throng i see every day? are you lurking from somewhere?  how come you’re not a part of my life? how come i often wonder if you’re ever going to be part of mine? i truly wish to see you if only to stop the mental anguish. i want to be comforted with your presence. i want some of the hollow feelings that creep inside me from time to time gone. i want to be reassured that there’s another human being out there ready to take on my brand of craziness and live with it. i want to have someone to keep me grounded. i’ve been flying for far too long.

darn, i’m tired of waiting.
do something.
be something.

if only i’m privy to god’s master plan. if only i’m certain that you’re part of the dude up there’s bigger plan. i’d probably come up to you by now. and by golly, you’re going to get the hardest slap on the face. mein, what took you so long??

fortunately for you, you’re not here. or if you are, i’m too much of a moron and a coward to be recognized myself. be warned though. a hard slap on the face may not be just what you’re going to get. there would have to be a harsher punishment. heck, it’s only fair for making me wait like forever. several things have happened in my life where you could have been a solid figure of support. heck, why are you depriving me of this chance to shower you with all the great things life has to offer. nah, i actually don’t have much to offer, so i applaud you for the wise decision of staying away. carry on.