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Dear Niwee,
It feels wrong to slightly busy myself in making plans for 2012 when I haven't made proper thanksgiving for 2011. It's another one of the best years in my life and, if this blog will be pruned from everyone's memory forever soon, then let this elaboration be my final bow.
1. Back-to-back best friends' weddings
Have you just tuned in and haven't heard of the parade of weddings that I attended late 2010-early 2011? My 2011 begun earning new gowns to include in my potential 27 Dresses list...and I loved every minute of it! Witnessing my college best friend exchange vows with Kiko and my post-graduate best friend Ina and his husband Alistair thankfully blame for being their matchmaker during the reception for everyone to know brought happy tears and hope to my cynical-now, hopeful-later heart.
Making the newlyweds Lienne and Kiko laugh with my fashion booboo. At 6 degrees in Baguio that night and with my role of an emcee, can you blame me for donning leg warmers and slip-on sneakers underneath my long gown?
That's Vince and I in action, putting the cord on Alistair and Ina!
2. The mission
I've come to realize that it's my mission to spread the word of body acceptance and lend a shoulder to lean on to every self-loathing plus size woman in this nation through blogging here. Who else can do it but someone who's faced the same demons and who still battle with standards of beauty and the stereotyping that cause women to plunge to unhealthy practices such as dieting and others. Little did I know that my imagined niche would expand and include morena women, children and even men. I truly look forward to help more suffering souls in 2012.
3. Batanes
As I have painstakingly elaborated in my entries in May and June, Batanes is one the reasons I continue to ask for a longer life. Now that I've finally gone there this year, I still cross my fingers to make a returning trip and explore the rest of its group of islands. Whenever I see a full moon, I am quickly reminded of the breathtaking supermoon that appeared right before our very eyes in Batanes THEN I appreciate what's in front of me. I miss Batanes!
Class picture with Toni, Hazel, Rye and DJ in one of the heritage towns in Sabtang, Batanes
4. Raw food diet
I have my own reasons for choosing this "radical" path and I pray the entire world will find their own reason to follow suit. I've never felt healthier and livelier when I was in high raw food diet and, for 2012, I wish I can maintain this lifestyle and serve as a good example to my loved ones and random strangers alike. I wish I could make more what's-in-my-lunchbox-today posts that people will find easy to duplicate and apply in spite of our busy lives.
The frustrated Superwoman and the superfoods
5. Kalantas and my ka-small group
It's great to have found the Church where you belong. But it's even greater to find your own small group you can share your love, dreams, hurts, prayers and everything else in between with, knowing they will include you in their prayers. I owe it to Kalantas for all my learnings from Sex & Singles, From Working to Working Out and a looong list of talks I didn't find time to blog about anymore. I often feel guilty for being unable to attend regularly due to my graveyard shift and other conflicts and I am hoping for more opportunities to learn and share from them this year.
My small group as taga-Bollywood during Kalantas's Christmas par-tey
6. BlackBerry
My 2-year contract had ended and I could use a new phone that would keep up with my super-busy lifestyle and growing number of contacts. My BlackBerry unit allowed me to be 24/7 online and accessible on Facebook, Twitter, gmail and yahoo mail (as long as I have Sun signal) and keep in touch with my BBM friends. Plus, I get to share BlackBlurry™ photos for my blog and my social networking accounts. This is NOT a paid segment.
Goodbye, 2011!
7. Published Article
With Extra Seksi! occupying my thoughts most of my free time, who would have thought I'd even have a published article via Batulao View Magazine this year? I only have words of gratitude for this opportunity. Will there be a follow-up assignment? That's for 2012 to determine.
8. Free counselling
Whoever said the best things in life are free must be a genius. One fateful day, I gathered all my courage and started to disclose my heart out to a random stranger. I paid attention to his instructions and watched my life alter for the better. Since then, I tried my very best to make my Wednesday mornings available for my favorite stranger.
9. Incubus + Jason Mraz and Toca Rivera concerts
And the past year witnessed the groupie in me come alive. I will always be grateful for my one night with Incubus and Jason Mraz, for how they touched me with their music and made me raise my arms and sing along with the mad crowd. I look forward to meet Jason Mraz again for his comeback concert this 2012.
10. Corregidor
In spite of this island's proximity to my residential town, Corregidor remained a strange land until this year. Imagine my shock to learn that it's actually part of Cavite. My IBM batchmates and I had long planned to explore this historical island and, inasmuch as I avoided to be the organizer for out-of-town trips with family and friends, I ended up to be the mastermind of this Amazing Race-inspired adventure. I know I will step my flat feet here again. Will it happen in 2012?
Our batch could only jump in joy in spite of losing to the other team. It's lunch time at last!
11. Meeting the Talaandigs in Bukidnon
In college, I led our group do a video documentary on the Badjao's migration to Batangas. In graduate school, my group and I conducted a research on the mobile phone use of the Mangyans in Mindoro. Both data gathering opportunities had been brief and limiting. Little did I know that I would get to meet a different tribe outside the confines of a classroom and get to spend 3 whole days in interacting with the members and observing their practices. As if it were not enough, the invitation to re-visit them is open all year round!
My lessons from the ways of Talaandigs had been quite challenging to capture in one blog entry. So far, I've shared bits and pieces here and here, but there's still a looot of learnings to write about! For starters, I truly admire their tribe to display great pride for their roots and tradition and passion to fight for their rights in a peaceful manner. They never build walls against strangers; they welcome everyone from different backgrounds and from all walks of life to join them enjoy life and share love the best way they can. And, yes, I would like a tribal wedding for myself.
Witnessing a Talaandig tribal wedding (me at the far left)
12. Returning trip to Camiguin
I've long decided to look for a quiet place to settle down even before retirement age rolls round. Camiguin happens to be one of my favorite sanctuaries and it would definitely be worthwhile to bring my childlike energies again. From Bukidnon, I could only repeat words of recollection and anticipation for what lies ahead for us. The first trip was too tourist-y; we barely had time to make new friends. This time was more relaxed and more cosmic.
Jumping with Lakapati and Mikey Bustos este Alvin with the Sunken Cemetery on the background
Meeting fellow raw foodists from Ontario, Canada in Mantigue Island
13. Waldo
Just when I've assumed that I'll be forever a bridesmaid or third wheel or a friend's confidant to love issues, here comes one guy who took notice of my big heart instead of my loud laughter (that night and beyond). Sometimes I still shake my head in recollection of how speedy things had been and think how others might judge me as desperate for giving the first guy who knock on my door a chance and for welcoming our big differences with open arms. What happened here, I imagine you asking. I don't know either. And I don't want to look back anymore. Just what I've learned from the Beyond Romance commune, I refuse to judge and overthink and, as my best friends advised, keep my ideals and unrealistically high standards anymore. Who would have thought I'll attract a sweet guy in return? I know he'll play a role in my evolution as a person and I refuse to impose anything so I'll be equally instrumental in his. Basta, I'm enjoying one day at a time!
The birthday girl and...the birthday gift from above? Pwede!
14. Coco Beach turns 25!
Remember this entry? Coco Beach in Puerto Galera had been my home since my friendship with Ina. This year, I helped them organize a series of events to kick-off their 25th birthday and, in the process, never felt this comfortable in preparing for the events. I spent my weekends in the resort every weekend of November to assist in art exhibits, raw food demo, tree planting activities and other events we brainstormed for and came up with. It was a gift to commune with nature again and it was all the more rewarding to make the guests have a great time and make things easier for the management and the staff.
Joining Coco Beach's 25th anniversary gala night!
15. New Friends
Being awarded as Ms. Congeniality in the workplace for the 1st quarter rendered me speechless. Sure, I heard I was effortlessly laughable and approachable (except when I'm sleepy and ravenous) and all, but, in my standards, I could use more tips from the likes of Mario Toral and Walter Eden Sanchez (my former officemates) in terms of friendliness. I consider myself too shy bordering on snobbish in dealing with other people.
However, when the year ended, I notice how I tend to have different lunch break dates every day and earned friends from people outside my team and outside my line of business (LOB). I somehow managed to leave my comfort zone and made friends easily! Applause!
Also, I noticed how I became closer to second-degree friends than the actual friend who introduced us. In addition to that, I take delight in the fact that the world wide web helped me make more kindred spirits in ways I didn't imagine. Let's drink to that!
See, 2011 was an awesome year! If I missed out on anything, please forgive me and my poor memory. I am one grateful soul, believe me.
No. of days since the If Not Now, When? experience: 9. Signs of recovery from the hangover: Nada!
Dear Niwee,
I lean against the wind
Pretend that I am weightless
And in this moment
I am happy
Happy!
A girl will always remember her first time. Thank you for last Thursday night, Franco and Incubus. Thank you!
I know, it's Incubus's third time in Manila! I felt they were urging me to come and see them live this time as soon as I laid eyes on the concert poster and read the text If Not Now, When? With my friends in the workplace, we eagerly bought our tickets. It's time!
I've waited all my life
If not now, when will I?
Stand up and face the bright light
Don't hide your eyes
It's time
Ok, saying "I waited all my life" may be an exaggeration. I wasn't that demonstrative about my appreciation for this band and you can easily dismiss me as one of those crazy fangirls who simply lust after the vocalist. Although I was first exposed to their music when pundits shook their heads that they've gone too mainstream, I seriously adore the beautiful music and lyrics they make. And, yes, it doesn't help that Brandon Boyd is the epitome of hotness in action. So unreachable. So inspiring!
Love hurts
But sometimes it's a good hurt
And it feels like I'm alive
I was so excited for this concert that I even had to pop Excedrin PM so that I could fall asleep after my graveyard shift. Wardrobe issue and the rush-hour commute served as painful hurdles and, as soon as I arrived in the venue, I felt on the edge again. Phyll woke up late and poor Ria had to wade in through the manic crowd so she can meet her downstairs and hand her the ticket. Globe subscribers as they are, they had difficulty locating each other for the longest time. Probably because it's now called SMART Araneta Coliseum. Imagine my relief when I saw them panting next to me just as the band opened the night with "Megalomaniac".
Being seated in the farther left side of the band initially felt like a bad idea. But it was the best vantage point to witness Mike Einziger ran amok and toppled the amps for his seemingly mute guitars. I recorded a couple of my favorite tracks but I am yet to find the balls to upload them. I was far from steady for dancing while recording them and, well, thanks to the distance, my out-of-tune voice sounded louder than Brandon Boyd's himself. In the end, the band's energy radiated up to where we rocked and rolled that being too far eventually didn't matter anymore.
Incubus in Manila 2011.
Photo by Andrea Juanillo.
Set List:
1. Megalomaniac
2. Wish You were Here
3. Consequence
4. Pardon Me
5. Anna Molly
6. Love Hurts
7. Circles
8. Look Alive
9. Promises, Promises
10.The Warmth
11. Drive
12. Sick Sad, Little World
13. Isadore
14. Glass
15. Talk Shows on Mute
16. Adolescents
17. A Crow Left of the Murder
Encore:
18. I Miss You
19. In The Company of Wolves
20. Nice to Know You
After the concert, I reunited with my other friends Ingrid and Andrea and introduced them to Phyl and Ria to gush about their performances. Still, the night felt so young. Phyl, Ria and I went to the nearest 24-hour KTV bar to croon more Incubus songs and watch their music videos. By the time the sun came out, we took a long walk to Edsa and hoped to get a glimpse of the band members in the nearby ShangriLa. Madness!
Us girls at Chicago KTV Bar
Photo by Phyl Miram.
It's been 9 days since the concert! I'm STILL listening to their songs, except for Fierce Angel while working out last Monday and, thanks to my younger brother's intervention earlier today, Franco. And I'm still not showing any signs of saturation! Phyl said this is normal, as she underwent the same phase after watching Switchfoot and The Script this year. However, I didn't experience this sort of overindulgence after watching the reunion concert of Wolfgang and Razorback and Ziggy Marley's concert, both in 2007.
And I'm already counting the days before the next livestream par-tey!
You do something to me that I can't explain
So would I be out of line if I said,
I miss you...
Me, my t-shirt and pitcher of banapple smoothie: Wet, wet, wet! Go away, Falcon!
So I've shared my learnings and raved about the awesome sights in Batanes in my prior entries. How could I possibly move on to another bloggable matters without giving you a sneak peek of our daily indulgences?
Merienda in Sabtang
Buko juice!
How cute how they made spoon out of its husks.
Lunch break in Nakabuang Beach in Sabtang Island
Our tourist guide, Kuya Chris, already arranged everything for this unexpected banquet. NOT recommended if you intend to swim competitively right after. We paid P300 each for the following yummy food.
Turmeric rice
Seafood soup
Tagalog Adobo
Steamed coconut crabs
Chopseuy
Big fish. Forgot how it's called.
Biko for dessert
Dinner in Sabtang Municipal Tourism & Information Office
En route back to our home in Sabtang Island, Kuya Chris asked us, "Ok lang ba sa inyo kung lobsters lang ang hapunan niyo mamaya?" We chorused, "LOBSTERS LANG? LANG?!" We can't believe it. Ni-la-lang niyo ang lobsters in Batanes?!
Ivatan adobo or luñis
Lobsters lang
Breakfast in Ivana
One-day-old flying fish. One day meaning dinaing for one day.
This is actually seasonal and costs about P25 each.
Lunch Break Overlooking Racuh A Payaman
Again, Kuya Chris took care of everything. Also P300 per pax.
Ano na nga ba ang title nito?
Luñis again
Lunch Break in Vatang Grill and Restaurant
This newly-opened restaurant was quite near our homestay in Ivana. A la carte meals start at P100. Our group's lunch amounted to P300 per head. Another well-spent dining experience!
Chopseuy
Buttered chicken
Pancit canton
Cuttlefish
Merienda in Casa Napoli
Mr. Xavier Mirabueno, the owner, used to work in Italy. He's now probably working full-time chef and owner of this establishment. Probably because this pizzeria is only open from 17:00-21:00 on Mondays to Saturdays. We heard that he makes use of 100% mozzarella for his pizzas and I managed to ask him for his source. Guess what? The huge blocks of mozzarella that we saw in his fridge comes all the way from...Manila!
Check out the menu here.
Have I told you that our party of tamagochis forced ourselves in about 10 minutes before they officially open? That's how excited we were!
Pizza par-tey in Casa Napoli!
Pepperoni
Romana
For someone who recently decided to embark on a journey to raw food diet, I will remember this out-of-town trip as my last chance to stuff myelf silly with meat and animal by-products. I remember these good food but I don't remember the appetite for most of them anymore.
All photos by Toni Cruz.
Latest decision: Go on 80% raw food diet. How's the journey: Quite difficult as I hardly cook, but I must admit I'm getting there. I may not be a raw foodist yet, but being a pecto vegetarian for an indulgent sisig monster deserves a woot.
Dear Niwee,
It is funny how a dream-come-true gives birth to another dream. I once vowed that I won't seek "greener pastures" until I've kissed the earth in Batanes. Now that I get constantly reminded of my unforgettable experience in that paradise each full moon, I know that she deserves another visit. Itbayat and other towns in Sabtang Island are yet to be explored. Still, I won't mind retracing my steps in Basco and Sabtang - by myself, with a different group of friends or with a significant other. Words can't really describe its beauty. Throughout my stay, I entertained the thought that the Portuguese probably meant to name Batanes as Formosa. Forgive me and my ignorance, Taiwan.
Sabtang Island
The 45-minute falowa ride from Ivana port to Sabtang Island was an eye-opener. For someone with no motion sickness at all, I realized that it can happen to anyone. Being seated in the middle allowed me to see the continuous rise of waves that went higher than our falowa on both sides and the best friend barfing beside me. It made me wonder if the rides prior our past-8:00am trip were calmer and what I would give for that to happen again while we were crossing the seas. Before we took the falowa ride again the morning after to return to Batan Island, I remember asking if I can just take the zipline instead. But, hey, it's part of the Sabtang charm. Tourists have no other option but to survive it. Fancy an audio-visual presentation?
Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?!
The nearer you get to the Sabtang Lighthouse, the less dizzying it becomes. For me, at least.
This island is known for its heritage towns, namely, Savidug and Chavayan, where sturdy stone houses can be found. The roofs are made of layers of vuchid or dried cogon leaves (typically changed every 20 years!) and walls are truly thick to withstand furious winds and incessant rains that frequent the islands. We noticed that the Ivatans' doors are typically located on the side and have an arch-type top. As if they actually use it. Yes, it seems the locals never bother to close the door behind them.
Now you see us...
...Now you don't!
Ako na! Ako na ang babae sa bintana! Ako na!
The best view in Sabtang, according to our guide Kuya Chris Cataluña, is in Duchid Hills or Chamantad-Tinyan Sitio. A slow descent in the hills would lead to the breathtaking view of the shores below. It was a spectrum of green, blue, white and everything that soothes the tired eyes. If the orchestra of calming winds and splash of seawater ahead can't make you start crooning ♪♫ The hills are aliiiive with the sound of music... ♫♫♪, I don't know what else will.
The view on top of Duchid Hills
The look of happiness!
Sabtang is also home to the idjang or the fortress that serve as look-out point and evacuation site among the ancient Ivatans and Lime Beach where they obtain the lime they use for their stone houses. Like I mentioned in my prior entry, they now have to purchase their materials for house-building. Make sure to look for the Sleeping Beauty!
Idjang
Lime Beach
Ivatan women wear vakul as protection against the sun, rains and other elements.
Tinry ko lang, including the basket.
After enjoying a sumptious banquet for lunch, we decided to combat baboy syndrome and burn the luñis (Ivatan adobo), Tagalog adobo, steamed coconut crabs, chopseuy, seafood soup, fish, turmeric rice and biko by the beach. The quite unwelcoming waves did not abate our desire to commune with the underwater gods. Although it kept on pushing us back to the shore, we surrendered happily. A walk along the sand can make you discover fishing-related apparatus in Taiwanese characters. Kuya Chris also made mention of vintage glass balls in various sizes that reached this shore from Taiwan. Ivatan kids used to make a toy out of these balls, now they are being sold as souvenir items.
The naturally sculptured arch as backdrop in the Nakabuang Beach
It didn't take a rocket scientist to understand why the locals called it Nakabuang Beach.
The weekend before the flight, Batanes was on tsunami alert. With my recently sprained knee and resulting inability to run yet, I froze upon hearing the news. Shortly after I felt relieved when the warning was lifted, I was in panic again. The supermoon warning came on centerstage, threatening to cause higher-than-usual tides, earthquakes and typhoons during our actual stay in the islands. Little did we know that we were in the best place on earth to marvel at the supermoon.
No clouds, no light pollution. Great view, great friends to share the moment with!
It was about past 20:00, yet the moon's reflection on the water seemed like the sun's!
The supermoon the following night Taken while we were in our homestay in Ivana, Batan Island.
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Batan Island
We spent the next 3 days in Batan Island. While most tourists stayed in Basco, the capital, our party of 5 was grateful that we stayed in Ivana which happens to be 14 kilometers down south. I remember waking up early on a Monday morning (partly out of guilt and curiousity for the gong incident the previous night) to take a lazy stroll along the beach behind our temporary ancestral house. I ended up doing a highly not-so-recommended looong walk past the Spanish Bridge up to the Vicente Port and back. How could my knees complain if this moment allowed me to witness the far-from manic Mondays the town enjoyed? The motorists were either on foot or on bicycles, the honks were friendly hellos and the parking lots were a display of colorful bicycles that made me wish I know how to pedal. It was a miracle how my joints found delight during that 40-minute saunter when it tends to curse me after a 10-minute workout. Aaaah, that's what Batanes can do for you.
What else is in Ivana? There's Dakay's House, otherwise kwown as the oldest abode in Batanes, San Jose de Ivana Church and Honesty Coffee Shop.
Built way back in 1887 and with the track record of surviving a strong earthquake before, this is the oldest house in Batanes. Believe me, the walls were super thick!
Being welcomed inside Lola Florestida Estrella's spacious home. She is already in her 80's.
San Jose de Ivana Church is situated across the Vicente Port. Kuya Chris mentioned that there was this one Dominican priest who said prayer in Latin to prevent abundant harvest among the fishermen. That way, they will attend the Mass. They don't start the Mass promptly either if they notice absenteeism in the pews.
Ms. Djoanna San Jose and the San Jose de Ivana Church. Do I hear wedding bells?
Take the honesty test in this unattended coffee shop! May your tribe increase!
En route to the pastureland of Racuh A Payaman, you will see the inseparable presence of the mountain ranges and seashores along Songsong Town and the defunct US Coast Guard Station. The former is commonly known as the ghost town for its abandoned stone houses ensuing the tsunami that caused havoc in 1953. Thanks to these high slopes, the residents can esily detect oncoming calamities as such and flee right before the waves swallow them into oblivion.
The view just keeps getting better!
Greens here, there and everywhere!
Meeting place: on the top of the world!
Foreigners dubbed Racuh A Payaman as Marlboro Country for its staggering resemblance to the latter. This scenery, I think, often makes people go "Ang ganda! Parang wala ka sa Pilipinas!" that makes my blood boil and want to go on bitchslapping spree. But how can you stay indignant wih such an arresting sight ahead of you? We even spent our lunch break that day overlooking this. Ommm..
Pan to the left and you can see the Mahatao Lighthouse.
From this vantage point, too, you can see Pacific Ocean and South China Sea on opposing ends.
Leave it to our people to make something functional as hedgerows to have a spellbinding effect on you.
It's no secret that I'm a complete sucker for lighthouses. Even before I saw Mariah Carey's "My All" music video and the film A Very Long Engagement and associate such seaside sentinels with sensuality. Batanes boasts of 3 main lighthouses, namely, Sabtang, Mahatao and Naidi; it is notewrthy to mention the oldest and tiniest near San Carlos Borromeo Church and the one in Duchid Hills that didn't push through. Among the three, I only got to see the one in Naidi Hills up close. However, considering that they are patterned after one design, it somehow convinced me that I've been to the other two. To my disappointment, we were not allowed to climb up and see the view from there.
The staff of the nearby Bunkers restaurant invited us to the sunset buffet when we arrived. As pathetic as it may sound, I can not afford the P600 price tag for this rare gastronomic experience. My friends spent the rest of the evening consoling me that it was not yet time and I was probably destined to make such memory with somebody special instead. Luckily, we made prior plans to conclude the evening with do-it-ourselves kitchen magic and drunken light painting. Looking back, I still feel guilty for being a show stopper.
We were still in the vicinity when we felt the earth tremor below us for about 10 seconds. If my poor memory serves me right, it was about 3.1 scale. When we heard the vendor say, "Pagdating dito ng tsunami, pagod na siya!", I instantly felt better. If we were meant to evolve into fish food overnight, then so be it. I would even urge my buddies to strike the best pose they learned from America's Next Top Model that they were so fond of. Show Pompeii what we're made of! I imagine my own pose would have to involve my dying cellphone while I deliver that I'm-in-Batanes-NOT-Subic confession to my parents.
Imagine how the Naidi Lighthouse unlocked the gates of my fantasies.
Who needs sunset buffets when you can do a looong pause and watch the sun's descent with friends? Right?
We also learned from Kuya Chris that Batanes is hardly any typhoon's default destination. Remember how weather reports normally name-drop the province, its signal number, temperature and other details? Turns out Batanes, as the topmost group of islands in our area of responsibility, serves as reference point. Can you do me a favor and tell all your friends?
Check out the sunshine counter (forgot the jargon) in Radar Tukon.
Ooooh! Rocket science! See the burnt paper?
While most residential stone houses are situated in Sabtang, there are beautiful establishments in Batan that we had the opportunity to visit.
The newly-opened Vatang Grill & Restaurant. A la carte meals start at P100.
Our group's lunch amounted to P300 per head. Make sure to ask for the cuttlefish!
The mayor had this Church built on Tukon Hills so the elders need not to go down to the center anymore.
Wait, Tukon Hill is redundant. Tukon is Ivatan word for hill.
Inside: it showcases the life-size paintings of the patron saints of each town on the ceiling.
All painstakingly done by local artists.
Basco Airport
The runway gives the best view of Mt. Iraya. When it erupted in 1950s, this volcano spewed a great number of stones to the neighboring Valugan Bay / Balugan Boulder Beach.
It's rather safe NOT to swim and just sit down and enjoy the relaxing tunes of the incessant collision of the waves and stones.
Phew. That's such a lenghty and photo-heavy account of this traipse! I hope it also serves as an invitation for you to cease and desist obsessing about international destinations for the meantime and start plotting your itinerary in a domestic destination like Batanes. Better yet, follow my footsteps and see Batanes! I know the airfare can be discouraging, but you can definitely afford it after 4 months of going cold turkey on mocha frappe. Come on, if a cheapskate like myself managed to tour around its islands, why can't you do the same? What's hindering you from doing so?
Before I allow the acknowledgements to start rolling, I'll leave you with an aerial shot of this paradise so you can imagine how eager my heart felt for my destined comeback. And I know it will happen!
All photos by Toni Cruz.
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Special thanks to:
Seair's Sweet 16 Promo.
Kuya Chris Cataluña - 0999-553-2804
Ate Julient Cataluña - 0919-369-5341
Sabtang Municipal Tourism & Information Office - P600 per night
Hidalgo's Ancestral Home - P1,500 per night. Contact Ate Juliet.
Ukay ukay shops for my outfits.
06.05.2011; Finally Friday; 12:45
Latest fantasy: Travels. Mooooore travels! Bacolod, Siargao, Palawan, Babuyan Islands, Zamboanga, Basilan, Camarines Sur, Aparri, moooore!
Dear Niwee,
My heart had always been burdened with the spiral downward movement this country continue to exhibit over the years. With our natural gifts, hardworking think tanks as citizens and other noteworthy characteristics, it is no doubt our race can rise to the challenge. It's just a matter of how and when.
For the past services I have attended, I was reminded of the beauty and tenderness of agape. This probably requires saintly acceptance of the Tourette syndrome-inducing existence of the jejemons, try-hard hip hoppers, corrupt political leaders, sipsip officemates, nouveau riche show-offs and other annoying personas that pollute our society. Like I explained in this entry, poverty is NOT the root cause of our nation's misery. It's the manifestation of the scarcity of our sense of country.
One's Pinoy pride journey may begin from an accidental access to mind-blowing documentation of our Austronesian roots or that moment of enlightenment that kayumanggi skin is actually stunning, but I'm convinced that it would really come to a point wherein we see God in the eyes of a street child or a rallyist. Mother Teresa said it best: "Every person you meet is Jesus in disguise,"
From my recent dream-come-true traipse to the islands of Batanes, I went home radiating with gratitude from all the valuable lessons I've learned and all the inspiring sights I've experienced.
Tao Po?
Before entering the oldest house in Batanes, we had to ask if Lola were home. Photo by Toni.
In Cavite (and probably elsewhere), visitors ask "Tao po?" ("Is anybody home?" in English) before ushering in. In Batanes, locals inquire "Deus?" instead. They believe that there is a god living inside that humble abode before them. The response can be either "God be with you!" or "Pas?" meaning "Ano 'yun?" or "How can I help you?" I also heard this respectful exchange between shopkeepers while we were on a rummaging search for pasalubongs. This, in my opinion, demonstrates how highly they think of the next person.
If we could see others the same way in the metro, our lives would be waaay better.
My pre-vacation research led me to sources stating that all or most stores in Batanes are left unattended. Buyers may get they desired item, leave their payment behind and, if needed, get their change from the cashier (or anything similar). Turns out there's this one store of such nature. It's called Honesty Coffee Shop.
The exteriors of Honesty Coffee Shop in Ivana. Yeah, it's a Coca Cola country. Photo by Toni.
According to our tourist guide, Kuya Chris Cataluña, the owner Elena Gabilo would rather work in her farm than man the store. It offers snacks, instant noodles, sodas and pasalubongs like vakul (it starts at P175), I <3 Batanes eco-bags (P80) and others. The buyers are expected to help themselves in the selection of their purchases, payment and waste management. As they instructed in the board, you may provide the exact amount or, if you're feeling generous, pay more and "may your tribe increase".
When's the last time you thought about your future generations over today's pressing need?
Paying for that much-deserved refreshment. It was a humid afternoon. But hardly as humid in Manila.
Photo by Toni.
Two-Way Road
The trek en route to the rolling hills and other beautiful sights call for a long yet merry road trip. For long-time concrete jungle residents like our party of 5, it was easy to worry how the one-way road and the ensuing ubiquity of Blow ur Horn signages (it's been spelled that way even before the advent of shortened text on mobile phones) would slow us down. Little did we know that the motorists know how to give and take. Cheerfully.
Can you imagine the same thing along EDSA daily?
One-way road. The highway...or the depths below. Your pick. Photo by Toni.
I can't resist to show you how my best friend's drawn to the Blow Ur Horn signages. She even bought a shirt. Photo by Toni.
Longevity
Lolo Marcelo Hostallero, the oldest man in Batanes. Photo by Toni.
At 104, he's still active and he holds the record of NEVER being hospitalized. The secret? He eats kamote (instead of rice), buko juice (instead of water), veggies and, occasionally, fish. When he gets sick, he just drinks calamansi juice.
Call it poor man's diet but, hey, longevity is truly priceless! Tell me, does he even look like 104-year-old to you?
On our first night in former Department of Education undersecretary Dr. Fe Hidalgo's ancestral house in Ivatan, our party opted to prepare our own food for dinner and conclude the evening with drinking and light painting (at the same time). I was on my nth glass of whatever powerful concoction Toni came up with when I saw police lights rolling outside the window. Even before I can ask Toni, who happened to be seated in the quasi-rocking chair behind me, if she saw the same thing, we all heard repeated gongs that crippled us in our respective seats and made me ask for an additional hand as I couldn't cover my ears and place a hand in my chest dramatically all at the same time. It was too loud as if the authorities were drumming something directed at us.
We were all convinced that we were too rowdy...and we deserved it. I sent frantic messages to friends who've been there to ask what was going on and how we can make amends. Nobody knew. We thought it was pointless to ask the ancestral house's caretaker as the locals are typically asleep by 7pm but I went ahead. No reply until the morning after.
Turns out the gong is a nightly reminder of the 22:00 curfew for teenagers. It was no order for us to clam up and end the happy hour right away. Phew. And why it felt the sound hardly traveled at all? The gong was situated in a pole right across the ancestral house! It happened to be one of the gongs that the Japanese foot soldiers used during their occupation in the island. [Wow, who would have thought the Japanese went after the Ivatans, too?]
The Ivatans are indeed practical people but nothing prepared us for what utility they can come up with for such reminder of the cruel past.
***
I can go on and on and write lessons learned from Batanes but I must admit there are some realities that bothered me.
It pains me that modern houses now outnumber the stone ones that the province is greatly renowned for. No, Ivatans are hardly trying to keep up with the rest of the country. I was told that they are no longer permitted to gather the seaside stones like the ones in Valugan Boulder to build houses. They are now for sale. For practical people, it was rather wise to put up their own houses with gravel and sand than use what the earlier generations were accustomed to.
Let's help preserve the Ivatan house!
Valugan Boulder Beach. These stones were spewed by the nearby Mt. Iraya before. Photo by Toni.
Ask any traveler where to stay in Batanes and they'd chorus Fundacion Pacita. For cheapskates like myself, any room that starts at P6,300+ per night (according to the website) and requires at least 2 nights of stay (according to Ryan's research) can be discouraging. Worse, it is not open to mortals who simply want to see the breathtaking view from there and/or experience the much-anticipated gallery of artworks just because they didn't make reservations. That is...snobbish. Don't you think?
This is exactly what pushes most Pinoys to foreign destinations instead of exploring local paradise such as Batanes. The airfare alone is more expensive than, say, airfare to Hong Kong. Our group was fortunate enough to avail of Seair's Sweet 16 promo, making us pay only 50% of the usual amount. Since I can't afford accommodations in Fundacion Pacita, we opted to stay in a homestay instead. Though I have no regrets in doing so, a part of me still wishes I get to see the award-winning artworks displayed there and find out for myself if they have paintings as postcards that I can send to my closest friends. So heartbreaking.
The nearest you can get to Fundacion Pacita. Photo by Toni.
***
Travel is the only thing you buy that makes you richer
- Honesty Coffee Shop
Reason for 5-day sick leave: Muay Thai workout.
Dear Niwee,
What else is the best way to conclude a stressful week at work than attend this year's Food Expo? I know I have tithes to offer, bills and loans to settle and savings to squeeze from my salary for my upcoming getaway in Batanes, but why not splurge on good food? [Got free entrance via LocalRoam, by the way.] Given the recent hospital-hopping itinerary, I do not regret shelling out some bucks for my food finds vs. prescribed pain killers, Icy Hot balm and countless cab rides. Yes, I'm in a relationship with food!
The 10th Philippine Food Expo 2011
I learned from Kat that the best strategy to safeguard those hard-earned bucks is to go around, sample on everything (it's free anyway), select from the potential candidates THEN disgorge bills. "Parang ukay ukay lang 'yan!" she advised. Problem is, I am more disciplined in front of tall pile of fashionable pieces. In front of FREE food, the gluttonous monster resurfaces!
They say the melon variant is the best-seller but I favor the vanilla green tea the most. It's also available in cherry and peach. Now available in Watson's outlets. Photo by Kat.
Bagged home one pack of Korean udon noodles at P100. It's P150 in supermarkets. Photo by Kat.
Tomato jam that tasted like strawberry jam. This is one of those potential candidates that, after much deliberation, didn't get purchased. Photo by Kat.
Theo & Philo artisan chocolates: dark chocolate, labuyo/chilli, green mango & salt, pan de sal, milk chocolate, barako and pili & pinipig. P95 per bar. Photo by Anne.
My pick: tsokolate with siling labuyo. Because I love spicy stuff and...and...there's no sample for me to try. Too cute to unwrap, too tasty to keep it to myself. Bago 'yan ha! Photo by Kat.
Ilocos empanada (P40) for lunch! Photo by Kat.
Taclings! [Methinks it means tiny tacos na hindi tacolitos?] If only their outlet in Makati is open after 20:00, I'd be a constant customer. Photo by Kat.
Lambalites! Lambanog na may lights! Just kidding! Photo by Kat.
Sampling on these honey wines (bugnay, etc) officially ended by more-than-a-month-old sobriety. Not that I'm complaining. Photo by Kat.
Sampling on this basil smoothie. Just add basil and lemon in the blender and you're fine! Photo by Kat.
Yum! Love the Kielbasa and Brockwurst sausages! One pack is at P150! Photo by Kat.
Tahong (mussels) chips is a product of Bacoor, Cavite. And I'm ashamed to admit it was my first time to try it in the expo. Photo by Kat.
Great-tasting suman, unfriendly salesladies. Must be because I went looking for suman in ginger flavor and mistook their merchandise as the ones I buy in Salcedo Market. Yeah, I'm such a moron. Photo by Anne.
It may be blue and possibly misspelled, but via agra actually means cotton candy! Photo by Kat.
Curiosity made me deviate from my usual choice of dark chocolate and/or pistachio. Only P50. Too bad for Anne and her friend Geo, this was waaay better than Fiorgelato!
My take-homes:
1.) Korean udon noodles - P100 (being sold for P150 in the markets)
2.) 4 packs of Princess Coconut sugar from Butuan City - P75 for 250g. Bought it for P250 (saved P50!)
3.) 50g chia seeds from Hacienda San Benito - P330
4.) Avocado pandan teas (about 8 tea bags) - P50
5.) 2 organic romaine lettuce - P30 each (free if you bought any of Gourmet's dips)
6.) Theo & Philo's tsokolate with siling labuyo bar - P95
7.) Wide smile - Priceless
Latest addiction: Foursquare. Latest discoveries: Ensogo, Beeconomic, Rawlicious, Polecats Manila and cool incense sticks like Kama Sutra (P150 in Glorietta) jasmine and sandalwood (P50 each in Legazpi Market). Wee!
Sex & Singles - How Far Can You Go?
Along with my other single and married friends, I treated myself to a post-Valentine's gathering to tackle issues about singlehood, namely, the pressures to get out of the perceived pathetic state of singlehood [particularly at my age] and the depths and limitations - if there should be - in intimacy.
As one of the early birds, we were given a red rose which is pretty sweet, except that I'm not appreciative of flowers. However, it wasn't difficult to be impressed with the elaborate setting inside the Convenarium in Crossroad77. The table arrangements truly made me felt privileged to be invited in such an event and, as usual, I felt like reaching for the colorful lamps high above.
Rev. Beebo Montaña had been vocal about his early exposure to the sex, drugs and alcohol lifestyle and how he found it severely shallow and unhealthy (to the point of 2 instances of sexually transmitted diseases) until he was saved and made a major turnaround. It was inevitable to recount how he met his charming wife to stress the point that we are never ready to settle down until we've established a strong relationship with one's Master and found what is our Mission in life.
As expected, he detailed the importance and benefits of keeping one's virginity until the sweet exchange of marital vows. Being one assures your partner that you would remain faithful for the rest of your married life. And so is marrying one. Being able to say no to corporeal pleasures while single means being able to say no to any sort of allurement while married to one's partner. For someone with experimental sexual past, Coach Beebo was firm to say that his sexual intercourse with his wife is beyond compare.
To abstain from any sexual gratification is easy. I've been too "idealistic" to the point that I sometimes question if I still have hormones. However, I'm not sure that I can keep my legs shut the next time I get myself involved in a romantic relationship. I'm not saying this because everyone's doing it or I'm envious of what they enjoy. You can call me weak in the face of temptation or you can add me to the growing number of the stereotyped sex-starved kids in the BPO industry, but I do not wish to deprive myself of the long list of health benefits of sex. At the risk of sounding like a teenage girl, being intimate will also serve as my expression of love. The difference is, I'm not facing raging hormones housed in the body of a persuasive and unprepared teenage guy. I just happen to be aware that sex is just ONE of the many expressions of love. And sex is NOT everything!
While Coach Beebo disapproves of most people's belief in "practice makes perfect", I feel this need to find if I were sexually compatible with my partner before I decide to spend the rest of my life with that person. Sex may not be everything, but it's of great importance to some deprived souls like me.
Also, I refuse to judge those who indulged into sexual activities at an early age. Especially if the advent of the baby transformed their lives into better, especially if they contributed passionate and intelligent people to this ailing planet. [Freakonomics would probably protest.] They may be morally wrong in that act, but you can tell in their eyes that the illegitimate [or not] baby is the biggest blessing from heaven. Something that they will die for.
I am no expert to offer any recommendation on how to prevent paranoia over unfaithful partners. I believe it can happen even to a goody two-shoes who suddenly realized how boring and uneventful her life has been for only having one boyfriend before tying the knot. Or to your parents, no matter how happy and satisfied they seem. This is where I agree with Coach Beebo in finding someone God-fearing and placing Him between the two of you for guidance all throughout one's married life.
Being single for so long had prepared me for the possibility that I have a bigger handiwork. to fulfill. It will require too much of my time, energy and focus. What if being unmarried is my fate? Will I eventually die alone, wrinkled and suffering from ovarian cancer? Say it isn't so.
***
During the service the following day, it felt as if Coach Dwight were speaking to me. Imagine my glee when the screen projected "How To Maximize One's Singleness".
To most people, I epitomize enjoyment of one's singlehood. After all, I'm everywhere - attending the coolest expos, live gigs, galleries or fitness classes or consistently indulging in a great bite or drink or oversharing information on social networking sites about my itinerary in a faraway island. And I have no intention to apologize for this mad lifestyle. I'm single and in charge of my life!
However, I still allow loneliness to permeate my heart in some occasions. Content and hopeful I may be, it remains a big struggle to veer away from negative vibes. I picked up the following:
7 Habits of Highly Effective Singles:
1.) Dating leads to intimacy but not necessarily to commitment;
2.) Dating tends to skip friendship;
3.) Dating often mistakes a physical relationship for love;
4.) Dating often isolates couples from other vital relationships;
5.) Dating distracts young adults from responsibility of preparing for the future;
6.) Dating causes discontentment with the gift of singleness;
7.) Can I get back to you on that?
3 Ways to Maximize Singleness:
1.) Embrace a new attitude on singleness:
a.) Singleness is not defectiveness;
b.) My unmarried years are God's gift;
c.) Appreciation of yourself
2.) Build meaningful relationships
3.) Passionately discover your mission.
Okay. Avoidance of best-foot-forward theatrics that make couples skip friendship? Check! I really don't believe in ligawan. Refusal to be clingy or be possessive of the guy that isolates couples from other vital relationships like family and friends? Check! Distractions from responsibility of preparing for the future? Check! There's no way I'd go for someone with no ambition.
However, the service reminded me that I should also squeeze in quality time with the people who matter - the elders, to be specific. I can't just be a kaladkarin to my galpals' last-minute invites to go shopping or cousins' granny-centered diss/cussions over countless pitchers of frozen margarita. Instead, I should bond with them. After all, this promotes a symbiotic relationship that results to longevity for the elders and wisdom for the young adults.
What if both parties can't stand each other? I'm scratching my head here.
24.01.11; Money Monday; 09:49
No. of visits to the gym last week: 0. No. of workouts-from-home last week: 3.
I just survived the greatest challenge in my social calendar thus far: attending 4 weddings within 2 months. No reason would excuse me from being absent in these unions as they're all close to my heart and I have a key role to play on their grand day. With a wide smile on my lips, allow me to recall how each beautiful wedding took place.
The de Guia-Basa Nuptials
4 December 2010
Theme: 1940s/post-war [and eco-friendly/sustainable]
The rite took place in Filipinas Heritage Library where the newlyweds' family gathered to stand as witnesses and enjoy a sumptuous feast from Via Mare. As the wedding planner/host, I found it necessary to acquiant both sides of the family and asked them to recall what's their best memory of the bride and/or groom within the context of travel. After all, we were seated in the oldest airport in the history of the country. We also engaged in a quiz game to test how well they know the couple. It was a blast!
The family and friends converge as we all listen to the guest of honor, Hon. Ted Baguilat, Jr. Photo by Kim.
The next leg was to introduce the family and friends before the guided tour in Ayala Museum. See, the couple had been very passionate about promoting patriotism and, just like what I felt the first time I explored the mentioned museum, it would truly ignite one's appreciation of our rich culture. I would like to elaborate on the artifacts we marveled at and the discoveries we've made but that probably deserves a separate entry.
Our dead feet sprang back into life at the mention of reception in Travel Cafe Philippines in Greenbelt 5. Again, I asked everyone to introduce themselves and share their best merienda memory of the couple. The guests were also subjected to a quiz game but, this time, with harder mechanics. As a finisher, I asked everyone to express their messages and advice for the new road the newlyweds are about to take. Some of us managed to pen down those thoughts in a personalized postcard like I've asked them. But the delivery proved to be more tear-jerking than I imagined.
As the bride's best friend, I know how she struggled to lick her own wounds from prior relationships. However, it was Alvin who remained loyal, supportive and loving no matter how initially fearful and untrusting she was in matters of the heart. In turn, the tigress in her mellowed down into a fierce feline. In my humble opinion, they really complemented each other.
Ok, tissue break, please!
The reception for the couple's friends in Travel Cafe Philippines. Except for momentary tears of joy among us, it was all burps and laughter. Photo by Kim.
Best friends since 2003. Me, the bride Fristine and Grace. Who's next to tie the knot? GRACE! Photo by Kim.
The Lebita-Chavez Nuptials
28 December 2010
The couple had been based in Singapore for the past few years. They flew down to Manila to exchange their marital vows for their family and friends to witness. They had to fly back immediately after. Until when they would work there, they are still undecided. With a bundle of joy coming out soon, I could only hope they would stay here for good.
Lex & Shey. Pre-nuptial photo in Singapore.
The wedding was held in San Agustin Church in Intramuros. Lex was already there to welcome us with such beaming eyes and sweet smile. He was such a portrait of contentment! That aura temporarily gave way to tearful bliss when Shey walked along the aisle. What a touching gesture from a "rock star" like him!
Reunion of sort among Team 6 members. L-R: Me, Anj, the groom Lex and Rohan. Can you imagine how mad it would have been if Atong were there, too? Photo by Diane.
The celebration continued in Villa Imaculada. Us guests haven't seen one another in a long while so we indulged in a major gabfest. When we had our chance to dialogue with Lex again, he said he's relieved that the wedding is over and he's more excited with the baby's arrival. How sweet.
And I get teary-eyed again!
The Caringal-Guianan Nuptials
5 January 2011
This wedding happened when the temperature in Baguio City made it to the headlines. With the winning combination of the unbearable cold and my typically demanding stomach, I fell prey to one gastronomical gratification to another. Which is REALLY bad when you just overindulged during the recent holidays. And it really manifested in my long gown how guilty I was of such!
The wedding mass was in St. Pio Chapel in La Trinidad, Benguet. Outside is a breathtaking view of the multitude of green slopes below and the blue skies and cottony clouds above. It truly felt I was just an arm's reach away from heaven! Needless to say, it was damn cold, too! 14:30 felt like 02:30 in the metro!
The reception venue: Bell Amphitheater in Camp John Hay. Have I told you it was 6 degrees that night?
After the mass, we proceeded to the hotel for some pre-reception preparations. In my case, throw away my high heels to change into my slip-on sneakers, change pads and - to my horror - have my back zipper taken care of. It pained me to see the bride and groom themselves ready to meet their eager guests while an undisclosed number of assistants huddled on my back. To quote one of them: "Akala ko sa bride ako mahihirapan. Sa emceee pala!" When it got resolved, we all dashed to the Amphitheater. The show must go on!
The emcees: Rene, Deo (he can sing, too!) and myself
Since we all subscribe to Murphy's law and to the belief that red wine (or any type of alcohol) is good for the nervous heart, I prepared an open program (just an outline, no scripts). Much to Deo's unease. He surprised us with his suggested lines before we left the Church. As a result, I obeyed my thirst for this in the hotel. Idaan na lang sa energy level! Kidding aside, nothing really prepared us for the major impediment in the release of sky lanterns and mechanics mishap for the bouquet-and-garter dance game.
If you still don't believe how chilly it was, check out this slight tension over the release of sky lanterns. They won't soar due to the fog! The REAL showstopper? Somebody attempted to douse the flame by throwing the nearest glassful of water he can get hold of. Turned out it was alcohol. Funny!
Any wedding host would most probably complain about call out for participants for the bouquet and garter toss. I was no exception. In a country where residents consider everyday as Oktoberfest and/or anytime is a good time to prepare for random star search try outs, it is contradicting that hardly anyone is a sport for a cool game like bouquet toss. Yes, Pinays are typically bashful in demonstrating their preferences - or feigning bashfulness until you die persisting - but their dislike of such game is no masquerade. Nobody wants to succumb to the pressure to get married next.
For some strange reason, bouquet tosses normally make my competitive nature resurface. It's a fun game where nobody gets hurt. Bring it on!
That night, I was wrong to assume that my hosting stint gives me the immunity to this spectacle. To encourage other single ladies to join and, well, to repent for heading to the smoking area instead of the stage during the bouquet toss during the Lebita-Chavez wedding reception in Villa Imaculada, I positioned myself as a participant. Oha, emcee na, gamer pa!
So we modified the Trip to Jerusalem mechanics a little bit. We asked the single ladies and gents to dance in reverse motion outside the chairs. In each round, the lady and gent with no chair to sit on get kicked out of the game. Much to their relief. I think one girl just walked away without even trying to get seated and, when it was down to the final head-to-head dance, the other girl just motioned for me to sit on the winning guy's lap. It was not exactly a sweet victory, if you know what I mean.
After being announced as the "winner", I froze in the realization that I would be immortalized in photos and videos with my long gown uplifted! I was donning a pair of leggings, hardly thermal, but it was there to keep me warm, and, like I've mentioned above, a pair of comfortable footwear that allowed me to serve as my co-hosts' runner when needed. I was not sure if everybody else understood why exactly I was prominently displaying my lace gloves against my beet-red face, but, thanks to Rene's reminder (over the microphone) that went "Please ignore the fact that Lorna is wearing leggings," I was sure the entire nation was informed.
That mortifying moment of having the bride's boss lift my long gown to expose my leggings and mismatched slip-on sneakers. It was worse than the pressure to find someone to marry right away!
Weddings are all about reunion. And so our college barkada [otherwise known as LARJ] did. L-R: Groom Kiko, bride Lienne, matron of honor Guia, Rene, me and Albert. Who's next? My money's on Albert!
Photos lifted from Lienne and Guia.
Since our graduation, I hardly got to hang out with Lienne that often anymore. It even became a recurring misfortune that she'd be in Manila whenever I visit the highlands and vice versa. Whenever she drops by and I'm available, she's on business trip and/or had limited time to catch up. However, it was amazing how we remained to mirror our crazy selves way back in college.
Unlike the boys, I never got to meet Kiko before the wedding. Except for that brief meeting in Greenbelt when they handed us the wedding invitation. Based on Lienne's stories, he's the type who wouldn't have second thoughts about sacrificing his own comfort for his immediate family - as evidenced by his long-time employment in Dubai. With their plans to establish a well-knit family in Canada eventually, I can tell it won't be that difficult for them. They both epitomize hardwork and eagerness for the future. I look forward to the day it would come into fruition.
Of course, a part of me wants to dissuade them from leaving us. But how could I be so selfish and keep my college best friend to myself when she was a portrait of immeasurable happiness on her wedding day? It was to declare that bygones are bygones and what lies ahead is a romantic adventure she and Kiko were destined to face.
Great, here comes the waterworks again!
The Pausanos-Israel Nuptials
16 January 2011
Theme: Vintage Filipiñana
When online-turned-real life friend Alistair posted an invitation for his private 3*rd bithday party in saGuijo in July 2006, I immediately confirmed my attendance and probed if I can bring some friends. His invite stated: "For my friends and friend's friends, you are invited to..." Or something to that effect. It was pretty explicit but I wanted to make sure. His last mini-golf birthday party had a low turnout of attendees and I was trying to prevent it from happening again. Thankfully, he said yes, as long as they're single ladies. "Ay, harot!" I muttered to myself. So I gathered all my live music-loving friends and/or saGuijo first-timers -yep, single ladies, as required - for this rare experience.
That fateful night, I introduced the birthday boy to tens of my girlfriends. Before the party ended, he expressed his interest in Ina. I wasn't sure if she heard wind chimes on top of live tunes from Trigger Bliss, Whatevuritakes or Salindiwa that night but, judging on how frequent they hang out together after that night - with or without me - the attraction was indeed reciprocated. Should I take credit for something cosmic like this? Yes? Sige na nga.
Bride Ina, groom Alistair and baby Bunny. They love to say: "Si Lorna ang may sala!" Sure, the blame is on me! But NOT on my goddaughter-to-be.
So...things had to change. From twosome (two girlfriends) to threesome (one couple with a third wheel). From my occasional bouts of jealousy towards Alistair to full acceptance of an unstoppable love. From being a houseguest to a family member. It's like I can never keep Ina to myself anymore; I've been welcomed as a mainstay of the Pausanos home. I have a new mum in Tita Connie, new set of brothers in Ino, TJ and Vince, new furballs in Matilda and her kids. Spending time with them served as a constant reminder of how important it is to have a family.
And so will Ina and Alistair. As soon as the bride walked down the aisle in San Miguel Church and caught sight of her emotional mum, I felt my tears welled up. It was so fresh I had to dab the corner of my eyes again as I type these. I'm just so happy for them both! I'm so happy that Tita Connie will soon have a new baby to spoil rotten! I can recall her baby-related one-liners over the dining table and her kids played deaf when it's their turn.
No matter how hard we try to suppress it, there's always something tearjerking about weddings. A touching moment between the bride and her mum, Tita Cocoon.
After the exchange of "I do's" in the Church, we all proceeded to La Cocina de Tita Moning, an ancestral home nearby. While the newlyweds busied themselves with mandatory picture-taking, the guests were treated to wines, finger foods, tour of the house (I backed out after a few rooms, my feet can't take it anymore) and lomo cameras.
The next thing we knew, we secondary sponsors were being introduced in the garden area to commence the program. Right after serving the appetizers, the emcees started calling out the single ladies. Bouquet toss! So soon! [I wished this wedding took place ahead of Lienne's so I can apply this tip to my drafted program.] This time, my legs were uncovered and my feet suffered from the 4-inch platforms that matched the maid of honor's. Tiis ganda! I was more than ready to welcome garters and hands down there. But the cosmos find it unfitting for me to get the bouquet - without my leggings and sneakers on. Oh, well.
From second-degree friends to super friends! Something tells me the fun times don't end in this photo opp.
L-R: Zarah, Kat, Joey and myself.
Photos lifted from Tita Connie and Joey.
This wedding also allowed me to make new friends! Although the bride asked me months in advance to channel Maria Clara on the wedding day in compliance to their vintage Filipiñana theme, I found it unbelievably hard to be prim and proper. I'm grateful for the conversations - ranging from animated blabs to maboteng usapan - I've had with each lady that night. And for the gabfests that are yet to come! But somebody got extreeeeeemely lucky to score an instant date...
I can read your mind. You must be intrigued to know when will I follow suit.
Well, there's a back story after the bouquet-and-garter dance game you might want to know. For the countless friends who told me: "Foreigner guy ang bagay sa'yo!", you will be eager to hear this. Ready?
Damian Ball left right after the bouquet-and-garter game and, most importantly, he's NOT into girls.
Ask me "Kailan ka ikakasal?" again and I got two words for you.
Bwiset ka!
It's almost effortless to yield to self-pity when you get invites to back-to-back weddings like what I endured, especially when you had a long history of non-successful dating and recent instance of acute heartache. Pleeeease don't fish for details anymore!
Singlehood is a fun stage --- even much-deserved if you came out from a nasty relationship. It will push you to discover more about yourself, appreciate your strengths, flaws and all, aim for improvement and learn to be stronger as nobody else can be that reliable. In any order. However, this relationship with oneself can also get wearisome; there will be instances you just want to be taken care of and you need to have someone to exclusively celebrate with for the never-ending battles won and lost. And the cycle continues --- there'd be days you'd rather be alone and on top of things.
Needless to say, I sometimes question why the Universe won't fill my "vaccum" and make this world a better place to live in. In that order. What's wrong with me? Am I still NOT an image of self-love? Am I the worst person on eath today? Am I the destined maniac who would fulfill the prophesy of Word War III?
OK, before I get to activate the closet drama queen in full swing, allow me to admit I'm still a work in progress. Especially after learning the Master - Mission - Mate hierarchy. I still hunger for ways on how see my enhanced self. Yes, I'm not yet ready. Thank you if you think I appear to be super ready already. But there's a lot more internal work to do. Please please keep those fingers crossed for me.
But...it doesn't hurt to find someone reeeeally interesting along the way, you know.
26.09.10; Sober Sunday, 19:12
Latest sickness: Loss of voice, thanks to two consecutive weekends of videoke + drinking spree. Yeah, everybody made fun of me. To the extent someone had to call me Smeagol. No. of siopao consumed this week: 3. No. of spaghetti this week: Lost count. No. of pounds lost: Next question, please?
Dear Niwee,
Thanks to Couchsurfing Manila, I get to hear about interesting events like the Silent Film Festival, Meditation Session in Fo Guang Shan Mabuhay Temple (finally got to attend it this morning) and the free Postal Heritage & Nature Trail Walking Tour.
Every third Sunday of the month, the Filipinas Stamp Collectors' Club holds a walking tour within Manila area to rediscover most of the city's well-loved establishments. To my surprise, it's been happening for more than a decade now. At the same time, their club holds meetings and auctions for stamps at this time of the month.
Last weekend, Lawrence Chan took us inside the Metropolitan Theatre (a dream come true for me!), Arroceros Forest Park and the Manila Post Office. We're supposed to cover the Intramuros area after that but our group (comprised of Architecture, Tourism & HRM students, photographers, etc) probably lost momentum or got pooped after the much-awaited merienda time and short talk about philately. After this tour, Kat and I expressed our desire for time travel back to old Manila. Our ancestors must be very lucky.
The exteriors of Metropolitan Theatre (also known as Met). Photo by Kat.
Since I laid my eyes on this abandoned building in college, I felt the urge to come inside and surprise myself with proof of restoration efforts. Lawrence Chan says there's an ongoing attempt to do so but, as usual, arts & culture always take the back seat. I doubt it's the current administration's priority either.
The creepy interiors of Met. Photo by Kat.
I was disappointed to see modern-type seats with cup holders instead of the wooden-type ones the prior generations were accustomed to. According to Lawrence Chan, restoration in the Philippines does NOT involve finding the original materials to attain the old look. Methinks it's about bending to the meager budget alloted by the government and/or acquired from donations. Speaking of, the donors' name appeared at the back of each seat. It was pretty dark to check each one of them but I noticed Rep. Manny Pacquiao was very generous and possibly serious in keeping this old theatre alive.
There was one painting from a local artist that, upon closer scrutiny, proves to be a tarpaulin that made use of low-resolution image. The old dressing room with its cluttered costumes and props and the hallway never failed to give me the chills; I was truly relieved I have no developed third eye.
Shattered stained glass and the view outside. Photo by Kat.
In spite of the moldings, dust and broken stained glass, among others, it does not take an architect to appreciate the building. It was a showcase of European, Asian and even local materials like bamboo and capiz. We ascended to the top of the building for that rare view of the apathetic world outside and the much-deserved fresh air that humid afternoon. If you'd get the same opportunity, you'd linger, too, for the colorful design on tiles.
Needless to say, I felt depressed afterwards. How did Asia's erstwhile cradle of arts and monument of the Filipino talent die like this? If it were true that there's a little Imelda in all of us, what is our action plan to revive this building?
A walk along the Arroceros Forest Park leads to this view of the Pasig River. Photo by Kat.
Manila Central Post Office in Lawton. Photo by Kat.
After the forest park, our group retraced our steps back to the Post Office. It served as our refuge after a long walk under the punishing heat. For a frequent letter and postcard sender, it was my first time to appreciate Architect Juan Arellano's ionic pillars, door details and the building's neoclassical entirety up close.
There was an ongoing exhibit of Jose Rizal's letters and poetry inside. I also took my time to read some of the students' writings posted on the board.
The emptiness of its interiors (it was a Sunday afternoon) made me imagine the unresting souls of World War II casualties who hid in this building. Turns out there are walking tours for paranormal experts to communicate with them or simply to pray for them. It's NOT for the faint-hearted like me, obviously.
We attended an informal talk about stamp collecting. Sadly, it's a dying art as most people would prefer to take advantage of the technology than line up in queue in front of the post office. What's worse: the passionate philatelists are...well...dying, too. They're looking for younger people to continue the appreciation and investment of these miniature artworks.
Upon learning that rare collections, especially erroneous ones, can equate to huge bucks, I nearly went on purchasing spree of the new Philippine stamp with wrong scientific name for beetle (the same stamp a huge number of Japanese stamp collectors went gaga over recently) and inspect all the stamps on my postcard collection.
It was great to hear that this walking tour rekindled Kat's interest in stamp collecting. As for me, I'd continue supporting the local post offices by sending numerous posctards to different local and international towns and/or cities. Join us!
Kat and I would like to join the next tour, hopefully with Fristine, Abbee and Anne. If you'd like to do the same, here are the contact details:
Ms. Josie Tiongson - Cura ( 0917-9800708 ) Landline 735-5001 / 881-1432 Monday to Saturday 1pm to 5pm only!
Ms. Nena De Guzman ( 527-00 -96) Postal Museum and Library. Call her between 8AM to 5PM ( Monday to Friday) for parking instruction
Lawrence Chan ( 0919-3901671)
Email:L_rence_2003@yahoo.com
29.08.10; Sago Sunday; 02:46
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Dear Niwee,
Attended the Philippine International Eco Show this Friday. The poor attendance illustrates a sad portrait that this country may not be that willing to go green yet but my optimistic self assumes the place will be packed this weekend. Salary got credited already, right?
As always, I had an awesome time with Lakapati. We scoured the place for superb take-homes and more learnings about sustainable lifestyle; we just don't have photos to prove it. Here's a rundown of the memorable booths we visited (in random order):
Human Heart Nature dealers as we may be, we welcome competition and even use products from other organic brands. It's a great manifestation that there's a growing market for chemical-free personal care items. We found All Organics and I started asking for the mouthwash, healing foot spray and deodorant spray refill while Lakapati went on a chat with the owner Edilee Omoyon. I've always wanted to purchase the mouthwash so I can present a tangible proof to my dentist who doesn't believe me when I said there are existing organic oral care products already. I've heard raves about their mineral make-ups, feminine wash, shampoos and soaps and I've personally benefited from the Rescue In A Bottle. You might want to give them a try, too. Yes, they now offer baby products!
For interested dealers, initial order must amount to P5,000 and enjoy 20% discount for succeeding purchases. No quota thereafter but sales performance can lead up to 40% discount for personal purchases. I'm thinking about signing up.
As Lakapati's suggested, I decided to temporarily quit on using puta red lipsticks in favor of Naturale Wonders's burgundy lipstick. Up to now, I'm not sure if I really wanted lip color variety or I just wanted to have a daily whiff of pili nuts before I apply it. Either case, I love how it feels and looks on my lips. Lakapati, on the other hand, got herself a 2-in-1 lipstick and blush in red tint. Naturale Wonders also have moisturizing creams, bath soaps and massage oils.
Also, allow me to commend their sales staff (forgot to ask her name) who candidly express her disapproval whenever the lipstick doesn't compliment the buyer. We need more of that honesty in our malls!
Nature's Haven got my attention when I caught glimpse of their tawa-tawa capsules. In this time of dengue threat and citronella bug sprays getting out of stock, it is wise to get an alternative. Other capsules include catharanthus (prevent cysts, goiter), lagundi (cough relief), malunggay (prevents cancer, diabetes & high blood), turmeric (for detox), banaba (for kidney & liver problems & diabetes), cinnamon (immune system boost and weight management), lemongrass (anti-oxidant), sambong (helps with hypertension & kidney problems), mangosteen (prevents cancer), ampalaya (lowers blood sugar), yacon (diabetes, asthma & weight loss) and langkawas (prostate problems).
Unfortunately, this company has no online presence yet. They are based in Bacolod and orders will be shipped from there. Contact 0922-800-8183 or 0922-883-8437 for more details.
Solraya's Sunshine Chicken had me at sisig (made of gizzard, P300). And liver pâté (P300 for a tub)! If my memory serves me right, they sell free-range chicken for P200 per kilo and deliver for at least 5 kilos of chicken. They also sell organic eggs and no-preservative chicken sausages. I am yet to experience free-range chicken, though.
We found impressive handicrafts and wedding ideas from OTOP. They said they have a new outlet along Macapagal Avenue, teeming with more products to choose from. We resolved to give them a visit one of these days.
I have heard of Plantex from Lakapati before. It was amazing to see how they expanded from home care products to personal care products! They now have bath soaps, toothpaste, hand sanitizers, hand soaps, shampoo & conditioner and body lotion. They also welcome advocates.
Alchemist Mr. Jose Ingles had a talk about his Chi essential oil. This mix of citrus peel, elemi pili sap, ylang ylang, vanilla and concentrated mint oils serves as relief for muscular pains, sprains, bruises and migraines and insect bites. One spray and I already felt its potency!
There was also a talk about Internet security. When the speaker promised to give away 5 FREE one-year anti-virus licenses, attendees, including us, started approaching the activity center. We then learned that ESET, as a socially-responsible company, will discontinue selling CDs and replace them with USBs or cards and offer online downloads. The talk got me slightly paranoid about my online identity; I better watch what I post online and start changing my passwords! The happy ending: we all got ourselves a FREE 30-day anti-virus license. Lakapati pushed her luck and got herself the coveted one-year license (worth P1,500 everywhere, only P900 during this expo). She had to play Pinoy Henyo first.
I finally met the organic farming rock star: Mr. Gil Carandang and Kuya Ramil of Herbana Farms. He was selling organic inputs like silica extract and calphos and food supplements like turmeric tonic (P300 for 500mL) and lactobacilli, among others.
Lakapati has interviewed him for this article which he found to be insightful and commendable. They'd be working on a booklet project which necessitates for a training + tour around the farm. Of course, I signed up for it, too! Lucky Lakapati, Mr. Carandang gave her a copy of his modules on organic farming (worth P1,500) as her guide for the manuscript!
It is important to note that there were solar panels, windmills and other exhibitors present in this event. Even the country's first solar car had its own parking lot in the venue, inviting for a photo opp. Animo La Salle!
Photo by Lakapati.
I think sustainable lifestyle in this side of the planet does not yet flourish due to the discouraging costs and the huge amount of effort it entails. It may cost more but, in my mind, it would promote peace of mind and prevention which is cheaper than treatment.
Please allow me to enlist my purchases from this expo:
- All Organics 75mL healing foot spray - P105
- All Organics 200mL deodorant spray refill - P195
- All Organics 50mL lemongrass mouthwash - P95
- Naturale Wonders burgundy lipstick - P150
- Plantex 50mL herbal toothpaste - P79
- Jamaican-inspired dreamcatcher necklace - P50
- 10mL Chi essential oil - P150
Will you do me a favor and compare these to the non-organic products you're using right now? Let me know if they're of the same range.
Regardless of the abovementioned impediments, an expo of green products prove to be promising. Something tells me this will be the first of many. Let's see each other next year!
Check out Lakapati's blog entry about this event here.
