TV or not TV

One of the most important things I have learned regarding men is this - they will always have that built in desire to acquire what you could consider toys for the big boys. This year, Basti placed three on his wish list - a brand new LCD TV (32 inches at the minimum - the type that would make you notice all the pores on Jimmy Kimmel's face), a new Quad core CPU (whatever that means... I'm not even aware of the specs of my laptop. as long as it powers up and gets me connected to the internet, it's just fine with me), and a 400cc motorcycle (which I always raise my eyebrows to since majority of my worst case patients involved two wheels and some beer). This list does not include some of his other "worldly" desires such as that Strada and his own Wii (which got substituted with a much cheaper PS2). Some of his man stuff like a laptop, his car,his Ipod and other valuables were acquired even before he met me so I think that was a good call on his part. Men... no matter how mature they become, their eyes would always light up with such toys that would make them feel.. well... more masculine.

That day, we decided to do Skye day one day earlier because we had our company Christmas Party scheduled on a Sunday. That would also give me time to scout for a cowboy hat that I could use as a part of my cowgirl costume for the party. I lost both of my boys for a minute so he called me and told me to go to the center part of the mall because he has something to show me. I immediately spotted him because of his height and he directed me to all those LCD TVs on display in time for Christmas. I knew it... he's using the moment as an opportunity! He knew for a fact that I was already pissed off that morning because the apartment TV that he acquired years before from Saudi Arabia has already served it's purpose and gave up on us already. Seething little smartass! He pointed me to one that one big screen that he really, really likes. I looked at the price tag and gave him "the look".

"Sige boss, thank you na lang. Nakuha na ako sa tingin e", he sheepishly told the salesman.

Don't get me wrong. We still keep our finances separate and I surely don't want to meddle in his accounts. We do splitskies on majority of our purchases but he gets the lion's share most of the time because he still is, after all, the alpha male. I told him he has all the right to buy whatever he wants since it is his money anyway, but ever since we got the apartment, we kinda took the whole training thing seriously, and that involves prioritization. We were talking about our earnings one time and I was all ranting about how my salary reduced by just so much when I shifted careers so I can't splurge on much yet. He told me that I was earning OK and he thinks it is more than enough. I told him that if only I was earning as much as him, we could easily splurge on the things we want and save a whole lot more. I also suggested that he should get one of those Save Up accounts that I have which takes off a certain amount off my force me to save.

"Baby, I don't have any salary", he nonchalantly said.

"Yes you don't, but you do earn a lot!" referring to his practice together with his countless other "rakets".

Given that, there are still some things we have to consider for the future's sake like our bills, his bills, my bills, Skye day expenses, travel allowances, tuition fees, taxes, dates, the ______ fund, gas,and plans for this one solid, big time investment. So, no matter how much I want to indulge him into buying all the things he want (or need according to his vocabulary), we have to constantly remind each other that we are not millionaires. We admit that we are both bad at money matters. So bad that he has to hire an accountant and give her a hard time just to take charge of his huge taxes (All for you, Philippines! All for you!) and other expenses.

After that incident over at the LCD display, I mulled things over (added to that the exasperation that our apartment is now TV-less, I told him something that came up on our conversation for the first time...

"Why not we go to the Automatic center and get you your TV?"

His eyes suddenly sparkled like a kid getting a toy he really wanted at last, and with Skye in tow like this starting family, we went to the appliance center to scout for our first conjugal purchase. This is not actually the first conjugal purchase we're about to make. I mean, we have the apartment and all the furniture and stuff inside it. Well, majority of it was out of his own pocket, but then again, he earns a lot more than I do, so there! :P Still, it is something that we consider a big leap in our relationship. I began asking things like, "If ever things don't work out, who's gonna get the TV? It's easy with the dogs since we have one of each." etc, etc. He shushed me and told me that pretty soon, everything will be written in stone or something to that effect and that if we can spend on things like travelling, why not on something solid and useful? We could scrap out a few of our useless expenses so that we could acquire our own appliances. It's like preparing our future home, he said.

I told him that if ever we're going to spend on something, we should compromise. That means erasing the LCD TV out of the list since the cost could already buy us other stuff that we actually need. The next step was choosing what TV to buy. He was eyeing for this big screen one that would be bearable if we pay for it on an installment basis at 0% interest using his credit card. Men are considered experts with all things technical, so he knew what he was looking for, a big one that is of a reliable brand and with those thingamajigs that will connect it with our DVD player. Then again, I suggested that we don't really need that big of a TV since we have a very small space to begin with and we only stay there for a few days a week. I may be bad at math but I told him of the possibility that if we could get a much cheaper set of a reliable brand, we could also get ourselves a new refrigerator (which is what I want,este, we need). He gave in easily, and at that moment, I realized just how much he values my judgment and puts my needs into consideration. It is not just him and what he wants... it is now US, and the decisions that we are now making are mutual. Since time is running out, we opted to get the TV set first and deal with the fridge later on. When the time came to choose what specific set we are about to purchase, I gave him the floor.

"You decide on what one you want, baby. You're the man of the house"

With the careful deicision making strategies of a real man of the house, he settled for a 21 inch set, flat screen, slim type one with all the works that would cost us less than 500 bucks each on a 12 month payment. That leaves us with enough to spare to get our new fridge.

"Baby, for an additional P900, you can get a brand new DVD too!" he added before sealing the deal.

"We already have a DVD".

"This one is just P900 - and it is branded! We can use it as a back up and have the other one placed in your room over at your parent's house".

Oh crap... men.

That's how it happened. We are now proud owners of a new TV set. It may not be much, but it's special because it is the first thing we bought (aside from the bed, curtains, sheets, etc) that was out of a very meaningful discussion and compromise. That made us enjoy our new purchase all the more. In this relationship, we utilize his MBA skills to make it work. I see him as the CEO - in charge of the future plans and goals. I, on the other hand, am acting as the COO - in charge of the daily operations. SKye is, well, the lucky tyke who is now placed on allowance and is learning to give up on toys and junk so that he could save up for more meaningful things.

That night, he happily and excitedly arranged our new set, popped open a few drinks, and celebrated a milestone in our relationship with a movie seen through a TV set that we wouldn't have to pound on anymore in order for it to work.


I'd say it was a good deal.

TV or not TV

One of the most important things I have learned regarding men is this - they will always have that built in desire to acquire what you could consider toys for the big boys. This year, Basti placed three on his wish list - a brand new LCD TV (32 inches at the minimum - the type that would make you notice all the pores on Jimmy Kimmel's face), a new Quad core CPU (whatever that means... I'm not even aware of the specs of my laptop. as long as it powers up and gets me connected to the internet, it's just fine with me), and a 400cc motorcycle (which I always raise my eyebrows to since majority of my worst case patients involved two wheels and some beer). This list does not include some of his other "worldly" desires such as that Strada and his own Wii (which got substituted with a much cheaper PS2). Some of his man stuff like a laptop, his car,his Ipod and other valuables were acquired even before he met me so I think that was a good call on his part. Men... no matter how mature they become, their eyes would always light up with such toys that would make them feel.. well... more masculine.

That day, we decided to do Skye day one day earlier because we had our company Christmas Party scheduled on a Sunday. That would also give me time to scout for a cowboy hat that I could use as a part of my cowgirl costume for the party. I lost both of my boys for a minute so he called me and told me to go to the center part of the mall because he has something to show me. I immediately spotted him because of his height and he directed me to all those LCD TVs on display in time for Christmas. I knew it... he's using the moment as an opportunity! He knew for a fact that I was already pissed off that morning because the apartment TV that he acquired years before from Saudi Arabia has already served it's purpose and gave up on us already. Seething little smartass! He pointed me to one that one big screen that he really, really likes. I looked at the price tag and gave him "the look".

"Sige boss, thank you na lang. Nakuha na ako sa tingin e", he sheepishly told the salesman.

Don't get me wrong. We still keep our finances separate and I surely don't want to meddle in his accounts. We do splitskies on majority of our purchases but he gets the lion's share most of the time because he still is, after all, the alpha male. I told him he has all the right to buy whatever he wants since it is his money anyway, but ever since we got the apartment, we kinda took the whole training thing seriously, and that involves prioritization. We were talking about our earnings one time and I was all ranting about how my salary reduced by just so much when I shifted careers so I can't splurge on much yet. He told me that I was earning OK and he thinks it is more than enough. I told him that if only I was earning as much as him, we could easily splurge on the things we want and save a whole lot more. I also suggested that he should get one of those Save Up accounts that I have which takes off a certain amount off my force me to save.

"Baby, I don't have any salary", he nonchalantly said.

"Yes you don't, but you do earn a lot!" referring to his practice together with his countless other "rakets".

Given that, there are still some things we have to consider for the future's sake like our bills, his bills, my bills, Skye day expenses, travel allowances, tuition fees, taxes, dates, the ______ fund, gas,and plans for this one solid, big time investment. So, no matter how much I want to indulge him into buying all the things he want (or need according to his vocabulary), we have to constantly remind each other that we are not millionaires. We admit that we are both bad at money matters. So bad that he has to hire an accountant and give her a hard time just to take charge of his huge taxes (All for you, Philippines! All for you!) and other expenses.

After that incident over at the LCD display, I mulled things over (added to that the exasperation that our apartment is now TV-less, I told him something that came up on our conversation for the first time...

"Why not we go to the Automatic center and get you your TV?"

His eyes suddenly sparkled like a kid getting a toy he really wanted at last, and with Skye in tow like this starting family, we went to the appliance center to scout for our first conjugal purchase. This is not actually the first conjugal purchase we're about to make. I mean, we have the apartment and all the furniture and stuff inside it. Well, majority of it was out of his own pocket, but then again, he earns a lot more than I do, so there! :P Still, it is something that we consider a big leap in our relationship. I began asking things like, "If ever things don't work out, who's gonna get the TV? It's easy with the dogs since we have one of each." etc, etc. He shushed me and told me that pretty soon, everything will be written in stone or something to that effect and that if we can spend on things like travelling, why not on something solid and useful? We could scrap out a few of our useless expenses so that we could acquire our own appliances. It's like preparing our future home, he said.

I told him that if ever we're going to spend on something, we should compromise. That means erasing the LCD TV out of the list since the cost could already buy us other stuff that we actually need. The next step was choosing what TV to buy. He was eyeing for this big screen one that would be bearable if we pay for it on an installment basis at 0% interest using his credit card. Men are considered experts with all things technical, so he knew what he was looking for, a big one that is of a reliable brand and with those thingamajigs that will connect it with our DVD player. Then again, I suggested that we don't really need that big of a TV since we have a very small space to begin with and we only stay there for a few days a week. I may be bad at math but I told him of the possibility that if we could get a much cheaper set of a reliable brand, we could also get ourselves a new refrigerator (which is what I want,este, we need). He gave in easily, and at that moment, I realized just how much he values my judgment and puts my needs into consideration. It is not just him and what he wants... it is now US, and the decisions that we are now making are mutual. Since time is running out, we opted to get the TV set first and deal with the fridge later on. When the time came to choose what specific set we are about to purchase, I gave him the floor.

"You decide on what one you want, baby. You're the man of the house"

With the careful deicision making strategies of a real man of the house, he settled for a 21 inch set, flat screen, slim type one with all the works that would cost us less than 500 bucks each on a 12 month payment. That leaves us with enough to spare to get our new fridge.

"Baby, for an additional P900, you can get a brand new DVD too!" he added before sealing the deal.

"We already have a DVD".

"This one is just P900 - and it is branded! We can use it as a back up and have the other one placed in your room over at your parent's house".

Oh crap... men.

That's how it happened. We are now proud owners of a new TV set. It may not be much, but it's special because it is the first thing we bought (aside from the bed, curtains, sheets, etc) that was out of a very meaningful discussion and compromise. That made us enjoy our new purchase all the more. In this relationship, we utilize his MBA skills to make it work. I see him as the CEO - in charge of the future plans and goals. I, on the other hand, am acting as the COO - in charge of the daily operations. SKye is, well, the lucky tyke who is now placed on allowance and is learning to give up on toys and junk so that he could save up for more meaningful things.

That night, he happily and excitedly arranged our new set, popped open a few drinks, and celebrated a milestone in our relationship with a movie seen through a TV set that we wouldn't have to pound on anymore in order for it to work.


I'd say it was a good deal.

to be continued at home. time out na ko e :P

Nov 29 2008 -Dec 1 2008

I have always been intrigued by Camiguin as long as I can remember. I was told of it's beautiful sights and it being the perfect escape to all the urban noise, so after our booking to Palawan was cancelled, we shifted gears and booked for CDO to Camiguin instead. Finally, we were about to demystify Camiguin!

Our first option was to get one of those beach front rooms but I ran across this website that tells of Enigmata Treehouse - an artist's haven that is perfect for backpacker wannabes like us. We were sold when I showed him the place, so months before getting there, Enigmata's Eagle Nest Suite (at a cheap P950/night) was already booked for our arrival.

DAY 1

The journey to Camiguin began at the Agora terminal over at CDO. It was a two hour drive before we got off at Balingoan Port at Misamis Oriental. From the Port, we have to ride one of those ferries similar to the ones who sank claiming lives during the rainy season. He told me it wasn't a good time to discuss ships and ferries sinking so I contented myself shooting them children who would happily jump to the clear blue waters for coins. We reached Camiguin's Benoni Port a good one hour by the ferry. we planned not to look like tourists, but iba na ang mga mukhang artista (bwahahaha! adventure namin to! walang pakialaman!), so we had no choice but to be hounded by porters the moment we set foot on the island.

The lucky driver whom we hired to bring us to Enigmata Treehouse (at P250) would be Mang Dadoy.. and this is where our friendship with him started. We reached Enigmata by 430 pm, and upon seenig the place, we were already enthralled by it's artistic nature. A couple of setbacks though- being the aircon baby he is, poor Hans has no choice but to spend the next few nights with a fan and the cool Camiguin air. Also, the ceilings are too low for him (as always), and it's a non smoking, no junk food, no foul words, no soft drinks camp so it was like penitensya on a vacation. The artsy fartsy nature of the place well compensated for that though, and him being an architect and me being a born diva and his best actress bet, we were at one with the place.

We don't want to spend the day without having a taste of what Camiguin has to offer so we decided to tick off one of our destinations in advance - the Ardent Hot Springs. We rented a habal-habal for P200 that would take us back and forth Ardent. It was his first ever motorcycle ride so he was kinda ecstatic about it (STILL, BABY, THAT"S NOT ENOUGH REASON TO GET A MOTORCYCLE! .... sorry for the interruption, I just have to reiterate that to one particular reader). After swallowing some bugs while doing that typical "aaaaaaahhhh" thing when you marvel at something, nearly kissing Manong driver's neck (because I instinctively kiss back when Hans kisses me on the neck), seeing Camiguin in the dark, and having enough of Manong driver's smelly pits, we arrived at the Ardent Hot Springs. Entrance was a cheap P30 and cottages can be rented for a minimal fee too. When it comes to relaxing, this one takes the cake on the whole trip! The water is so warm that he compalined of it literally boiling his family jewels. We decided to get out just in time before he can be clinically declared sterile. Two things you have to learn about Camiguin - 1. When they say one place is malapit, prepare to travel several kilometers 2. People get to sleep as early as 8pm... di pwede ang call center dito! We went back to our place in time to watch a muvee on his laptop (no architectural work for Twiggy the laptop! Yipee!) and have mind blowing...

DAY 2

Mang Dadoy, our driver/yaya/tagaboo (that's tagabuhat for you)/interpreter/photographer, picked us up at 8am. I swear he looked like a malnourished Jay Sonza (may God bless his soul), but his hospitable nature made him more than those in slashes above.

- first stop was Katibawasan Falls- a good 72m drop of cold water deep into the mountains of camiguin. We took pictures wherein we learned that it's hard to pose in freezing water. Our bodies weren't that tough to withstand the cold so we got out after a few minutes.

- Second stop was at the town plaza of Mambajao to get their ever famous Pastel from Vjandep. We were just curious and wanted to end all the fuzz about them Pastels, but when we took a bite, we became addicted. Now we know what the fuzz is all about. Breakfast was at the Vjandep restaurant where I had my share of their Consilog. Now that we're nutritionally recharged, we ventured on to more of Camiguin

-We stopped along the Green Church along the way. The good men of the parish were kind enough to tour us into their museum which housed some very interesting artifacts with some as early as the 1800's. People here are religious, I tell you.

-next stop was taking pictures of Camiguin's mountainside and oceanside. That includes sitting in the middle of the road to capture some of the island's beauty.

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Let the river run in CDO

November 28, 2008 - November 29, 2008

Plans for this getaway was made as early as September - fresh out of our high from Zambales. We realized we'd make good travel buddies and after contemplating on where to go, he surprised me with an email with the subject:

LOCKED IN!

The message consists of our flight details for Cagayan de Oro. It was supposed to be just Camiguin alone but changed plans at the last minute since he was told that the trip wouldn't be complete without the White Water Rafting experience at CDO so we had to bump one day off our reservation at Enigmata Treehouse in Camiguin by one day to accommodate the WWR adventure. I called in three WWR offices the night before the trip and was lucky enough to be squeezed in by Kagay White Water Rafting into their 12 noon schedule the following day. Yipee! Hannah drove us to the airport early morning in time for our 8:40 am flight. We reached the airport with time to spare for breakfast and make fun of all things we could make fun of.

Cargo count: 2 camera bags, 1 carry on, 1 military backpack, 1 tripod, 1 laptop bag (bummer! :P), 1 tripod, and a partridge in a pear tree.

I am not going to risk my luggage this time so I made sure that it was properly identified before it was sent over for check in. It was our first plane ride together, and since he rides planes as frequent as he takes a cab, he let me sit on the window side. One thing I learned from this trip, though, is to always book for the exit rows. Why? because his legs are too long to be accommodated on any regular rows. Same goes for buses- get the front or rear seats or else he'd be squirming on his seat for the rest of the trip.we were in CDO by 10 and that's were our mala "Amazing Race" adventure begins...

We decided to take the trip as it comes - no hotel resrvations in CDO, just our come-what-may attitudes. The first taxi driver that got hold of our luggage tried to bill us P350 to Divisoria- a mere 20 mins away from the airport! We immediately got our stuff together and searched for an alternative. Luckily, we chanced upon Lotlot, a driver who picks up travellers on the airport as a sideline. He charged us P150 for the ride to hunt for a hotel. We intended to make it quick since we have our WWR scheduled by 12 noon. Unfortuantely, there were two conferences going on around CDO at that time so all rooms were fully booked for the next three days! We weren't aware of what was happening simultaneously to the tourists over at Bangkok, but we sure can emphatize with them. Carrying all our baggage (my backpack is just as big as I am!), we were racing against time to make it to our WWR trip. We scoured and scoured, but fate has it's way of playing with us. A pouty face from me means a "No Vacancy" sign is posted on their doorway - A pout was permanently fixed till the end of the hunt. We decided we're not going to cancel the WWR experience so we texted our confirmation to the trip... carrying all our load with us. We looked like AR contestants while we made a pit stop to SM CDO for lunch. I got a text by 12 noon that said

"Medyo malalate lang po ung isang group. Wait lang po kayo. Si Mael po ang pipick up sa inyo, jeep na may 2 rafts"

I nonchalantly blurted out the message to him, and after absorbing the pun, we laughed. Hard. Oh yeah... one day in CDO and pipick up-in kami ng Mael! And even if we're weary from all the hassle, we eagerly waited for Mael to pick us up the streets of CDO.

The jeep finally arrived. Mael introduced himself to us, puzzled by our suppressed snickers. He handed out waivers that says they won't be held responsible for any damages during the trip which includes getting your teeth knocked off, breaking bones, getting bitten by snakes, getting spit on by monkeys, being kidnapped by terrorists, etc... Looking around the jeep, I realized I was the only one without capones on the trip! Fun eh? It took us around 40 minutes to get to our destination. We were given instructions on how to paddle, what to do when you fall off the raft, things to expect, and execute our wills.

I nearly knocked off my front teeth when we hit the first of our 21 rapids (advanced course kami, syempre! hehe). Everything was taken in stride after that. Each rapid is going to be celebrated by high fives of all our oars signifying how we conquered every single rocky bout with the river. Our guide also gave us a brief description of each rapid, whose names ranges from Dan's Drop to the Washing Machine. He also told us that we are sandwiched between CDO and Bukidnon and made jokes that rarely met our standards. We were allowed to jump into the river when it'll be a while before we hit the next rapid and all the while, our whole trip was documented by the trained monkey who takes our pictures and rides the raft alone (him being referred to as a monkey was from our guide, not mean us - one of his rare jokes na bumenta).

The whole adventure lasted for about 5 hours and for 1k per head, we'd say that it was more than worth it. One activity ticked off our bucket list!

That night, we were unfortunate to know that there are still no vacancies even at the seediest of all hotels in CDO. We were both cold and cranky and felt like we're Joseph and Mama Mary without any palce to stay, except that I'm not about to give birth, it was him who was about to unleash something not human. We have to find a place to stay, quick.

After Kagay exhausted all their resources and contacts, they gave us the final option - look for a motel along CDO hiway, and if there are still no vacancies, we'd have to spend the night at their office. The Kagay guys extended a hand by flagging one of them motorelas amidst the rain. We finally got one, and with all our baggage in tow, searched for, of all places, a motel.

By 8pm, we checked in at Queensland. Better that than nothing, and by some compensation by fate, it had what I needed the most at that time - a bubble bath! (It'd do with some scrubbing and disinfecting, of course) We've never felt so exhausted, and it was funny because with the tiredness and all, we actually did nothing kinky inside the motel! How ironic can that get?

Cagayan de Oro gave us one of our best adventures as a couple. We may have missed out on some of it's beauty, but drifting through it's rivers is enough to make that pitstop to CDO worth it. Thank you, CDO! You will be missed.

Zany in Zambales

August 30, 2008 - September 2, 2008

It was one of those all of a sudden decisions to pack our bags and take a vacation, and sort of like his birthday gift to me. After a thorough research, we decided to go north this time, and the place? Zambales.

We were supposed to go to Potipot island, but after some internet investigation, we decided that it would be more cost efficient if we go to Pundaquit, the jump off point to three of the best places one could ever go to in Zamabales - Anawangin, Capones, and Camara island. This would be our second trip on our World Domination tour and as trying hard backpackers, we tried to do it like they do - sans the sosyal factor.

I called Victory Liner just in time to get two reservations for the 11 pm trip which would bring us to San Antonio, Zambales by 5 am. We met at SM Muntinlupa at 5 pm to get our supplies for the trip. Total cargo consists of two big backpacks, two camera bags, and a tripod (no laptop! yehey!). The trip went on smoothly, and just as expected, we arrived in San Antonio Zambales which is around 15 mins away from Pundaquit, by 430 am.

The wind was cool and I was glad to finally rest my butt from the long trip when an unfortunate incident happened... they can't find my backpack on the bus compartment! I was the first to get irritated by the whole incident. He was kinda cool about it but when he saw me about to cry out of frustration, he took matters into his own hands and bullied the conductor to calling the last stop we had to trace my Agent Orange which contained all my clothes and survuval stuff. Unfortunately, even his bullying can't do anything to recover my missing everything. That left me already in Zambales with only my camera bag with me. We decided not to let it affect our vacay so we proceeded hunting for a cheap resort and were able to find one with the help of manong driver. Canoe Beach Resort will be our abode for the next three days and for 1500 a night, it was already a steal for us.

We settled inside our native inspired room. Cargo count- 1 backpack, two camera bags, a tripod, and a partridge in a pear tree. It was still kinda early to go swimming so we took a blind trip to the shore and were amazed by the little sparklies being washed up on the shore. Truly, I don't wanna be bothered by the memories of a lost baggage so we slept first and woke up by ten, which is one bad thing about our trips - we usually oversleep on our first day which we think should be the thing about vacations - you get to do things you rarely do. Ready and refreshed, we're on our way to have a good time (without the mention of my lost bag, of course).

DAY 1
- slept the morning off
- took pictures of the shores of Pundaquit
- bought Mr. Squidward from the local fishermen for P180
- took pics of Mr. Squidward
- handed Mr. Squidaward over to the cook of Canoe Beach Resort
- Ate Mr. Squidward for brunch (we're brutal, we know)
- took a trike ride to San Antonio Public Market (P15 each) where Hans took me to a shopping spree for clothes, swimsuit, and undies which was sort of his consolation treat for me since I lost my bag which contained Pookie Monster - his first ever gift for me
- swam and took pictures of us on the shores of Pundaquit
- had a sumptuous dinner that included, what else?, beer

DAY 2
- rented Mang Jose for a boat trip to Anawangin, Capones, and Camara islands (P800 pesos back and forth the three islands that includes the boat ride, having a personal assistant, and a photgrapher. take note: boatmen there know when to protect your privacy. It's like they were trained regarding HIPAA and privacy laws. Parang nag training!)
- first stop was Anawangin which is a good 15 mins away from Pundaquit by boat. I ran out of batteries for my DSLR before we reached the site so I was kinda cranky by then, but all of the crankiness faded away when we got there... it was absolutely beautiful! We were fortunate to be the only tourists present there by that time. The only other people were Mang Jose and this old lady who was in charge of keeping Anawangin clean. A donation of P50 per head was required to keep it at pristine condition. The camp site reminded me of The Blair Bitch, este, Witch Project -- kinda creeped me out and I felt like I'm Little Red Riding Hood having a tryst with the Big Bad Wolf to conjure how we're going to eat up poor old granny.
- Took pictures of us
- Went skinny dipping! I tell you, he really felt at one with nature doing that!
- Next stop was the famous Capones Island (sounds masculine, eh?). We wounded ourselves trying to climb the rocky cliff that would lead us to the lighthouse located on top of the island. I lost a few pounds just trying to reach the top but the view was well worth it.
- took pictures of the creepy lighthouse site.
- Proved we were fit enought to reach the top of the lighthouse where we took pictures of the spectacular view of the sea and Zambales.
- Ate snacks at the top of the lighthouse (we had to regain the pounds we lost just reaching the top)
- Collected Mr. Crabs and placed him inside a PET bottle to take home to Skye
- Proceeded to Camara Island which we unanimously voted to be the best among the three. Two islands separated by a sandbar that would rival any white beach - it was paradise! Much better was the fact that there were only three people on that island - me, him, and Mang Jose. It was fun posing for pictures that would make you appear as if you're walking on water.
- went back to Canoe Beach resort where we made banlaw on their pool. By dinnertime, we have made friends with the other guests on the resort, Nikko and Grace. Nikko and I share the same birth date so we welcomed our birthdays with pizza, tapsi, and booze. It was then where Nikko told of stories that made us crack up with laughter. Viva Confiado Apartelle!

DAY 3
- took pictures again
- breakfast at Canoe (where it'll be served in twenny minuites)
- left the resort
- mini stop at the public market for doughnuts
- went on our way back to Manila
- changed buses at Olongapo
- Lunch at Andok's Gapo
- Pitstop at Dau


We finally alighted on SM megamall and rode a bus to Pacita and made it home by 630. The whole trip was tiring but it was one trip you wouldn't forget for the rest of your life. We promised we would be back for more of Zambales in time for the mango season. Thank you, Zambales... you made it a very happy, happy birthday for me.

Of Mommies and Painters

They say that motherhood is the hardest job of all. I would very much agree to that but grandparents and yayas kinda aided the evolution of motherhood to something lighter in its domestic sense. Still, being a single mom for a few years now, I can say that it's not just the bottle sterilizing, ass wiping, sleepless nursing nights that make motherhood difficult. It's the scary fact that one's set of personal values will depend on you. What makes it scarier is another fact that you even find your own set of values questionable. It's the "tabula rasa" analogy... Skye's the innocent, blank page, and mummy's the great writer whose blank notebook pages in high school were filled with doodles, odd names, and stick people... go figure. In short, some mothers are like Michelangelo, with paintings of motherhood so lifelike and a perfect imitation of the human form. Me? I'm a Georgia O'Keefe... abstract and representational. Mothers are painters... each one with their own ways of raising up kids whether it be based on a strict, scientific discipline like Michelangelo does or my creative, O'Keefian abstraction that others may find odd. Nevertheless, I believe that whatever technique you employ, as long as you put your heart and soul into it, both paintings will come out as their own masterpiece.

I take it one day at a time when it comes to painting... err... raising a 7 year old tyke, but it pains me though to think that the days fly by so fast and before you know it, that little boy who cuddles up to me every chance he can get, sleeps on top of me, and kisses me on the lips while blowing in my mouth would one day find all of the acts awkward and childish. I dread of thinking about the time that he would start not kissing me and start kissing other girls instead. I shudder at the thought of his lips not touching mine again because his friends would feel that it's something only babies do. Then again, I think it's how baby boys were built. It's just the way things are, and I should slowly learn how to cut the apron strings before the knot gets too tight to undo. He will, after all, be a man, and real men don't hide behind momma's big ass.

If raising a kid alone for a few years is hard, I sometimes wonder how Basti feels about parenthood too. I mean, kid raising is hard, and raising a kid that's not yours is even harder. Well, it isn't really technically raising Skye already but it's because we're kind of preparing him for it. Our Sundays have evolved into family days or simply put... Skye day. It's funny how we treat choosing a place to go to a dilemma just because we would want it to be places where he'd get to learn something. Halloween and field demo costumes would be something to think about, and so is his penmanship and when to let him play with his Wii or Tito Basti's PS2. I sometimes laugh a little when he begins to wander around the mall only to come back when he hears his "come back" whistle (which he now uses too when HE begins to get lost). It's now choosing Mickey D's over Sbarro because they have something Sbarro doesn't have - the Happy Meal. It's draggingly watching "City of Ember" instead of "The House Bunny" because of the following words - R-13. It's having one of our most dramatic moments as a couple just because I couldn't bring myself to act tough when Skye began using his puppy pout on me that one time.

We placed him on allowance a few weeks ago, and I wasn't there when they talked about it like adults... Dunno what transpired during that lecture on allowance tracking but all I know is that he seemed to teach my son in a few minutes everything financial that he learned during his MBA years. He is now learning the value of money and the value of a cute face to use on his grandparents when he knows he can't milk it out of us because he has his own money. He's beginning to sharpen his mathematical skills (except when Basti begins using the "square-root-of-God-knows-what-number" crap), and more than that, he's learning through positive reinforcement. Nice... but what I fear now is he's going to be "kuripot" like Basti and I are.

This week, Skye came home with his report card. Top 5. I'm a very proud mom, especially when you know that Skye really doesn't study at home - he hates it a lot. He called his Tito Basti as soon as he can, but there was something more than the numbers that he was proud of...

"May outstanding ako... A! Sa independence and self-confidence!"

Even if he is cities away, I can clearly imagine the proud smirk on his face. Who else would teach him that but the kid who got triple A's in those categories?

We are aware that parenthood is hard, and it will take lots of will power and determination to withstand pouty faces and spoiler cries, but it can be fun. Bottom line is, we can only guide up until they're able to walk on their own. We can't do the walking for them all their lives, because for one thing, they'd be so darn heavy by then. It's a rough journey, but we know that eventually, we'd get there, and I wouldn't care if he ends up being a Chef like what he wants to be (not a doctor or an architect :( ) as long as he is happy with what he's doing and he'd be the best darn chef ever so he could cook his mummy the yummiest pasta! But as for me, I am going to enjoy his baby kisses and his bear hugs while I can.




note: Skye the hyper boy was cuddling in his mummy's arms while this was being written.


Bed Scene

It was one hot afternoon on our “condo’s” cozy bedroom. No one there but the two of us -- two consenting, income-generating, ready, single adults in love and in the advanced state of a serious relationship. Add the fact that we have not seen each other for days and both are in dire need of stress release. His eyes suddenly met mine, and with it came that look of longing, of yearning for each other, of attraction, of love and all things eeewy. The stare-a-thon led to a very passionate kiss that, I guarantee you, will beat all other couples at next year’s Lovapalooza. You can probably guess what topic I am going to write about, but, due to circumstances beyond our control (curse Eve!) and the PG-13 nature of this blog, this post can never be an FR.

:P

This can be a very upsetting moment (ours, not you reading what you thought you might be reading. That’d be waaay too much information, not to mention awkward), but the display of our make believe modesty after turned the tables around.

(lines delivered in a serious manner, with a Vilma Santos/Christopher De Leon-esque feel)

Me: “Wag muna… virgin pa ‘ko e”

Him: “Let’s wait a while, before we do this. Let’s wait a while, before we go too far”

Me: “Di lang naman ito ang way to prove my love for you e”

Him: “I agree, let’s take it slow, so slow”

Me: “Hintayin na lang natin pagkatapos nating ikasal. Mas maganda pag ganun ‘di ba?”

Him: “Mahal kita, di lang ‘yan ang habol ko sa’yo”

Me: “Di pa tayo ready para sa mga bagay na ganyan. Mga bata pa tayo”

Him: “Malinis ang hangarin ko sa’yo.”

Me: “Ganito ba masusukat ang pagmamahal?”

Him: “Pa’no pag mabuntis ka? Di pa tayo handang magpamilya. Kailangan muna nating maggraduate, maghanap ng trabaho at magipon”

Me: “Mapapakita kong mahal kita pero hindi sa ganitong paraan”

Him: “Mahal kita. Kaya kong maghintay.”

Me: “Pa’no pag malaman ‘to ng mga magulang ko? Anong gagawin natin?”

Him: “Magagalit si Papa God”

Me: “Katawan lang ba ang habol mo sa akin?”

Him: “Tawag ng laman lang ‘yan. We’re much stronger than that”

Me: “I promised not to do that until I get married”

Him: “O tukso… layuan mo ako!”

(orgasmic laughter follows)

Pretenses falling all around… but I guess this is what happens when your relationship evolves – you both begin to realize that there are more satisfying things you can do in bed other than THAT indoor sport. :D

:P

dude,

it feels just like yesterday when the lines "what the heck" and "fcuk it all" were thrown. it wasn't that long ago when we looked stoopid trying to stop ourselves from saying those three words fearing it might destroy something so perfect. good thing we did or else we wouldn't have realized that it would become better and better. good thing too that we decided to restrain ourselves till we no longer can contain it... at least we know that getting into this was a well thought of decision and wasn't done out of a whim. funny how we've transcended from that "friends with a spark" to being housemates and all. it's also funny how people who are so into "it" like us now sees it as an added bonus. sure, it still rocks, we still drive each other crazy, and you are sooooo great, but you were right... it's not the driving force anymore, the connection and relationship we have in and out of that nicely designed bedroom (eherm, eherm ) is. life's simple pleasures now makes our day and I never thought that people like us would find real, fulfilling happiness at the simplest of things. celebrating valentine's day and monthsaries are so not us, but... yeah... we've gone crazy. really. we've changed each other for the better, without even realizing it. you tamed me as much as I have tamed you, and what's funny is that it feels better this way. we both don't feel empty the morning after. in you i found contentment.

we've gone a long way dude, from life changing decisions to your ultimate sacrifices and my kakulitan. inspite of everything, you're still there. can't imagine how you could put up with that. thanks for waiting for me to finally unload all the baggage. your patience is one of a kind. the way you proved how much you love me and you being just as you are makes me love you all the more. thanks for being a partner and for relating - of which makes ours a real relationship. thanks for turning your world around in order to make the goal common. our future indeed looks bright. thanks for being the bestest friend /beer buddy/fubu/mentor/lover/everything in the whole wide world.

i never thought that it would only take one you to make me decided and vice versa. this is where it stops. this is it. period. infinity. no erasure. no liquid paper. it's you. it's me. it's US.


___ months and counting, dude... probation's nearly over.


I LOVE YOU, in its purest sense.



love and other indoor sports,

your esmi (heehee)

the voice behind the cuppy song (strawberry shortcake song)

amy j.


it was like discovering who killed JFK for me!

Love Letter

dude,

words just can't express my appreciation enough for your standing right beside me during these trying times. it's now that i realized how much you really care because you don't wanna see me cry and you would not let anyone make me cry for whatever reason (mushy! eeew!). thanks for being my shield, absorbing all the pain and the hurt being caught in the crossfire before it gets me. thanks for being a gentleman, who will do everything and will stand up to anyone for the sake of my honor (i really find that sooo sexy). thanks for standing by me and protecting me, even if this shouldn't even be your problem. thanks for telling me not to worry and how you'll be taking care of everything. thanks for listening. thanks for being more than someone i am intimate with. thanks for being my bodyguard, psychologist, drinking buddy, liaison, comforter, shock absorber. thanks for being a friend above all others.


never have I felt this protected and loved.


you're the man, and i'm so lucky you are MY man!

Pacman vs Marquez

present!

all pure, natural high. need I say more?

(since our butts are about to be shipped to charleston blvd, las vegas, nevada, will be watching it live in the near future)

Rats!

He told me he was bitten by a rat one day. I tried to supress a laugh while thinking of how he could easily sit on a rat and squash it to death, but being the good girlfriend he thought I was, I tried to act concerned and inspected what he believed were two small rat bite marks on his forehead.

B2: "It's not a rat bite baby, you just might've scratched it or something..."

B1: "I think it's a rat bite (complete with a description of how it SHOULD qualify as a rat bite it having two ratty incisor marks and all)"

B2: "I think it was done by a mouse. Get a rat trap."

Rat. Rats. Mouse. Mouses. Mice. Mices.

Whatever.

These critters irk him so much that it makes me laugh everytime I think about it. Now I know the reason behind those elephants-being-afraid-of-mice depictions you see on kiddie cartoons.

The next day, I received this text message from him:

"Yikes baby! Had a bad dream about a big giant rat. Kept coaxing it out with bait then when I heard it rustle under some papers, I hit it with my shoe. Took several tries but was able to kill it. It was the size of a cat and I kept saying 'yuck yuck yuck' when I was moving it's body. But when I was about to throw it out, it fuckin' moved!It's red eyes glowed menacingly while wiggling that icky tail! I was about to hit it again when I woke up. I just had an encounter with the king of rats!"

Suddenly, I can't control the urge not to laugh out loud. And laughed out loud I did. The vivid description! The deep seated abhorrence! The drama! The emotional power of it all!

Let's see:
-horror movies
-dentists
-roaches
-tricycles
-rats

That's when it hit me... I fell in love with a big boy who chose not to get old. He's still, after all, a baby at heart. :P



I should go clean his room and scout for them imaginary rodents.



"you have me at the palm of your biggie hand..."



somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond

by E. E. Cummings


somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look will easily unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose
or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands...




note: coincidentally, the poem was also the same one used in that song "the first time i loved forever" from "beauty and the beast"! haha! love and sarcasm all in one post... so, here's to us:

may we continue to fuck each other for all eternity. :P

Aysee you in Pasig, Sisig.

So there was this great hype about Aysee's sisig (Pasig), probably because I've been there before and I could say that they indeed have one of the best sisigs in town. I've been telling B1 about how it received great reviews even though you could classify it as a hole in the wall resto. After a few failed attempts for me to bring him there, either it was closed already, or we're too damn horny to notice, he finally told me "Don't have dinner yet. We're eating at Aysee's tonight".

I arrived first at Metrowalk and he surprised me and my yucky Pink Guava juice from Starbs as I was about to share a seat with some hot babe. Tsk! Tsk! That would've been a point already for me and our little project! Everything was all fine and dandy and romantic when something unthinkable happened... even though we're almost godly in our criteria for our self formed Mutual Admiration Society (us and our bloated egos), shit happens and we ended up with our very first dose of relationship downside.

Things got a bit better so we still decided to continue having dinner at Aysee's. That and because we can't stand the police laden nature of Metrowalk that night. Upon getting there, some semi drunks occupied almost all the tables avaialble. The place was kinda seedy, but hey, it has good food. We decided to order just one sizzling plate of their sisig for the following reasons: 1. we're trying to shed off a few pounds. Sisig is made of pork. Pork contains lots of calories. 2. we were still nauseous from our brain excercise. 3. we were totally drained from one hell of a workweek. We need those porn star auditions asap! 4. we were too damn hungry to wait for more food being cooked which became the reason as to why we, yet again, forgot to take pictures of what we're about to eat before being eaten. In this case, that would be the sisig with the raw egg still pristinely whole above it.

Food service was fast and friendly. We didn't have to wait that long and maybe that's where all the negativities came from. It was like our sisig was one of those reheated entries (hence the fast service). It was supposed to be crispy and crunchy - just the way my friend and I had it before. This one tastes... reheated. Still, you can tell that it really was a good sisig. It's just that our taste buds were kinda "maarte" from all the raging hormones of love, betrayal, jealousy (uyyy.... react! react! :P), and hunger.

Next was the choice of program to be shown. We know it's National Geographic - sosyal... but a documentary about RATS???? B1's tum tum flipped over at the sight of these rodents on tv, and I mean GIANT rodents (much like he is..errr.. giant I mean). I know for a fact that he hates rats, down to their very core, so please, stop showing that in front of him when he's eating and when he's emotionally unstable, and when he has beer in front of him, and when he is trying to show his bestial nature by marking his territory (yiheee...). I told him to just look away, but I guess these rodents have more power than, let's say, a hardcore porn flick about a threesome. He just can't resist the temptation of peeking at their hairy bodies, big incisors, and long icky tails. Even my plunging neckline and pretty cleavage wasn't enough to tear his glued eyes away from the TV!! Boob tube: 1 , boobs: 0.

*shudder. shudder*

His sense of humor kinda saved the night. One bad joke and we were all loud and at our usual selves. And by that I mean the kind that restos would place a "do not admit again" sign with the picture of us two for laughing so hard and being too noisy.

Inasmuch as we also don't want to pick on the physical make up of the places we go to since we cater to discovering the cheap and wallet friendly establishments around the metro, the only problem I have with this one is the slippery floor on the way to it's unisex cr. Well, this one's my fault (like with our emotional escapade. I admit. Mea culpa) because I was wearing the inappropriate footwear. Good thing the service boys and other customers were gentleman enough to assist me and my platform heels.

Overall, the first visit there kinda disappointed me. And what's funny is that I don't even blame them for it. Maybe it's just because we were feeling kinda blah that made us give a sort of blah review. Still, we know we'd definitely be back, on a better mood, and hopefully on a better TV show. By then, I know the next review will be a redeemer.

Oh... and still... you can never go wrong with San Mig Light.

And to B1, I publicly apologize. Just wanna tell you too that you were cute when you were being masculine and all that. I'm a rat. No, worse than that... I'm a rat's ass. ;P

Till the next time we visit this place again.

Tagged in Tagaytay - B1's Take

....uhhh... What SHE said.

;-P

-B1

Tagged in Tagaytay

From that moment I met B1, one thing is for certain -- he is that guy who would take me out my comfort zone and make me explore new things and possibilities. Among those new explorations would include travelling. He knows how naive I was as a child, and being the born travel bug, he promised me that we would, one by one, go to places we've never been before (at first I thought that sound kinky and he meant THAT, but I was proved to be thinking otherwise).

And so, being a sheltered-little-girl-out-in-the-open and rockstar- in-the-making in training, we thought it would be best if we start our World Domination Tour somewhere near and take it from there. He designated me as the navigator so it was up to me to decide where were going, and what we'll be doing and all, while he just sits back and... well, sit back. After much deliberation on our kick-off, I decided on the perfect tourist destination nearest to MY place - TAGAYTAY.

Getaway day started at around 2pm, Saturday. Big dude's vagina had no sense of direction so I had to take a trike and meet him in front of our subdivision. We decided to take my car instead of his (honestly baby, it has something to do with the comfort zone thing), so we left his in our garage totally blocking my sister's chances of sneaking out my dad's SUV while we're gone. A few minutes after that and we're already on our way to our very first out of town jiggy night!

Stop over was at the Caltex station along SLEX to satisfy his craving for a Yellow Cab Pizza and have our regular dose of babe watching while we're at it. Only when the pizza arrived did we realize that a 14" crust was too much for two people on a reduction diet to handle. No worries, good thing with pizzas is that you can have them reheated just in time for dinner. On the way to the car, we stopped by to get supplies from the local gas store, and by supplies, that means a stash of Diet Coke, chips, and smokes.

After a few hours of me driving, us motor mouthing over Daughtry's "Over You" and stocking up on beer, we finally reached destination. First thing we did was to go to Keni Po only to be told that the only room available was one that is good for 6. Uhhhh.... so ok.... we didn't the time to look for four more willing roommates so we went to 5R, the nearby hotel, instead. We were made to wait for a while while this pregnant caretaker did her stuff. Good thing some hot mom was there along with us so it kinda made the wait worthwhile. P1,500 for a room. Cheap enough, but what made us disappointed was that the room kinda like isolates you from the world. I mean, what do they think of us? THAT horny???? We really wanted a room with a balcony or a good view so we could do some stuff aside from doing each other so we left. It was getting dark then so the decision was made to get the first room that we both would agree upon. That led us to this quaint, unknown place called Aroma Apartelle smacked right up in the long stretch of that Tagaytay Highway

Overnight room for two was priced at P1800. A/c, cable, hot shower, queen size bed, and breakfast for two. That also includes free use of the pool which made it kinda stupid. Who in his right mind would go swimming in Tagaytay at this season? Naaaaah.... that's just the bitch in me talking. What actually sold us in was the view and the veranda. Nice!!! So there... one room was now occupied

Being a newbie at backpacking, it was kinda awkward that Pattucci and I were lugging around so many stuff for an overnight stay. This is soooo not right... And to think there were no bellboys to carry around stuff for us! One point down for AA. Another is the lack of them dim lights (I am such a fan of dim lights) and interior designing. The room was pretty much basic, but then again, we'd only sleep (and other things that involves the bed - breakfast, beer, boning!) on it so no need to go all picky. Point number three was the cold water emanating from the supposed "hot" shower which prompted me to check if it's working over and over again. After taking all of these in stride and a few disgruntling moments of bringing down stuff to our room, we were finally settled in, and when we get settled in, you know what happens next... :P

It was cold, the timing was right, the mood was perfect and the bodies were in sync... OH YEAH!... but I suddenly stopped much to his surprise because lo and behold! The room's curtains were billowing out exposing us in all our horny glory! So maybe I was a bit overreacting to the whole situation but I definitely have no plans to be an exhibitionist anytime soon. Good thing my quick thinking knight came to the rescue. It was one helluvanight that was mostly spent horizontally in between chugs of beer and bites of pizza and home made videos... nothing I can feed you from hereon. :P

We kinda woke up early the day after. Armed with his DSLR, and both our digicams, we were like innocent tourists that waited for the arrival of our first Tagaytay sunrise.Unfortunately for us, it was a bit drizzly that day so the brief moment of sunshine was replaced with fog and mist after a while. Nevertheless, we got some good pics of the view from the veranda. We also had fun taking pics of each other in incriminating poses that made us bawl in laughter after. Realizing we were hungry from all the nonsense activity, the reception people asked us where we wanted to have our breakfast served. We chose to eat at the veranda not only because of the view, but also because we were too lazy to go back down to our room. Both of us ordered Tapsilog and coffee which he said was good coffee (because I made it for him)! Heehee. All in all, that few moments of talkies and laughter can be summed up to this

Him. Me. The view. Perfect... absolutely perfect

The few hours after that was spent on viewing videos and pics that made us laugh, sigh, and cringe. We would've loved to stay longer but reality sank in and we have to leave already lest we'd want to lose both our jobs or get apprehended by the DSWD. Haaaay... Times like these you'd wish to slow down time for a change.

The way down was as wacky as the drive up. This time, it was his turn to drive and my turn to make kulit. I shifted between two digicams and took pictures of the rainy drive and a video of me singing and him driving. We know we both lack the much needed shut eye but still, we were raving about our first out of town trip together like we had the needed 8 hours of sleep.

Looking back, the Tagaytay trip was actually well worth it. The expense including gas and toll fees amounted to less than P3500, and for a weekend getaway that signals the start of maybe something big, I'd say it was pretty much worth it.

Being with him? That makes it priceless