boracay- the aftermath.

went home looking like the bushman from gods must be crazy and kenji is scared. really scared. he'd cry each time i'd try to get into his bedroom. hilaaaaaaaaak.

kawawa naman aketch.

saturday night, it rained in boracay right after dinner with the de la salle guys. we met the rest of the tribe during the talipapa dinner. i massacred all the prawns they can afford and did not bother to eat oysters cuz my tummy went soooo wrong after the mango rhum shake.

the de la salle guys were doctors, nurse, mba grad businessman, cpa based in the US, and a lawyer. when i said i work in a call center, they were not impressed at all. so in reality, you can choose any profession but the call center industry.

we slept and did not party the whole night cuz it was raining. at least napuslan namo ang hotel. and we just watched tv. haha. sunday: swam and baked and bought cocktails at some bar so we can use the jagermeister umbrellas.

then in the afternoon we got invited to the helmet walk. some activity where you can walk under water (around 15 feet) and feed the fishes with pan de sal and check the corals for 30 minutes. some speedboat had to take us to another boat where we were given the instructions that the helmet weighed 35 kgs and once you're underwater the helmet would be around 5 kg and you can walk. we were taught how to manage the pressure under water. we either had to move our jaws and swallow, put our hands inside the helmet and pinch our nose and blow or poke our ears gently. (i would've enjoyed flying fish or banana boat more. i thunk. but, we cancelled.)

then whilst waiting for my turn i asked the instructor whether it's safe to swim in the area where the walk is on going. he said yes. so i asked for some snorkelling gears and swam. the diver thought am lo-oy and told me i can borrow his tank and goggles. and gave me a 10 second instruction about diving. and gave me the pandesal to hand to the people underwater. i dove for less than 5 minutes and panicked because of the weight of the tank. when it's my turn to do the walk. i did not enjoy it as much as swimming on top of the 15 feet seawater. i have motion sickness. and all the time i was praying, Lord get me out of here cuz i still wanna see his face and marry him. hahaha. damgo.

the professional diver took underwater pics. i totally hope lex would send the copies to me. shine and i did not scrimp dinner. altho we had lunch at andok's. and all the breakfasts we had were from the likod places that sell tapsilog and all silog stuff with free coffee, saturday lunch was great cuz it's in paradise grill. dinner was buffet at nigi nigi or boracay grill(ambot) then we had combi massage of thai, swedish, shiatsu- i felt like the massage gal did pilates and taekwondo on me. afterwards we had cocktails with the guys at some bar with acoustic music. i ordered black russian. and called it a night.

at that point i learned that some people can last up to 24 years of friendship. i am envious and honored to have met people like those.

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went home monday.

my guy smsd the best thing and kept me company during the first two hours while am on the road. (damguhera najud ko- my guy daw o!)

he asked: what's your most memorable road trip? told him it would have to be bantayan. and asked wut's his.

he told me- baguio. the bus ride going there. when they're on the cliff it's like a roller coaster ride. then when the bus stops, vendors would sell quail eggs and he ate 5 packs.

he is the cutest. :)

- shine and i had late lunch in mcdo iloilo.

and we were in bacolod by 5pm. am so happy to be home. bacolod is home. :)

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Before I found out for myself, I might have imagined that in the aftermath of a personal apocolypse, the little bothers of life would simply vanish. But it's not true. You still feel chills, you still dispair when a package is lost in the mail, and you still feel irked to discover that you were shortchanged at Starbucks...

 ... I have chosen to find these passing pinpricks solace instead, emblems of a surviving propriety. Being inadequately dressed for the season, or chafing that in a Wal-Mart the size of of a cattle market I cannot locate a single box of kitchen matches, I glory in the emotionally commonplace.

We Need to Talk About Kevin by Lionel Shriver

this is what am feeling now. :)

i haven't slept all day. BIR must burn. and everyone in it. haha. attended the service of jer's dad too. kairi's really sick with pneumonia and is hospitalized in chong hua. she's just 2 months old. i cannot imagine how painful it must be for my shobe to see her little girl in the hospital. i'm grateful that my hcg turned out negative. it must be tough being a mom.

happy work week!

love,
raen