Surfing Philippines - Baler Edition

The forecast was bad. Very bad. But we went ahead as our crazy feet was itching to ride the swells that Baler is providing.

Ah Baler! Where the movie of Anne Curtis and some guy was shot. Where things happen. Where waves are non stop. And where, I decided, I must move on some more. Hahaha.

Reaching the Summit

That was prolly my 8th "mountain climb." I can't seem to remember the others, but some were work-related,

Bicol - Soil Sampling
(c) Princess

CSR Tree Planting

some friendship climbs,

Sierra Mountaineers - Coto Zambales
(c) Aizza

some, I dunno. For the heck of it.

Sabit Mountaineers - Pinatubo
(c) Dunno hehe

CE - Banaue Rice Terraces in Batad
(c) Earl

CE - Manalmon
(c) Earl

Chiyoda Engineers - Buntot Palos
(c) Kate

In any case, Franke invited me to the event way beforehand but I was only able to confirm last Monday. So with all the last-minute preparations, I was actually scared and paranoid. To wit, I was doing last minute buying, prior to our meet-up at Jose's house somewhere in Pasay. Or was that Magallanes? Pardon my poor sense of Manila Map.

We were at the bus station at exactly 9PM. And we waited. Waited still. Waited some more. Haha.

Travel Far and Wide

Travel high and low.
Travel to the far far abodes
Travel to the wide wide roads
Travel to the chilling colds of mountains
In full view of the majestic curtains
Travel to the deepest recesses of the sea
Little critters waiting to be seen

Fire and Snow

There's a war waging inside my soul
Emanating from it's greatest depths
A smorgasbord of emotions
Boiling from the core
Consuming
Blinding
Hurting

There's a fire within my soul
Quenching the calm of the most rigid of shores
Anticipating
Pawning
Ever so ever weeping

There's the coldest snowflake inside of my soul
Indifferent
And mature.
Wanting, no, needing
For everything to be cool.

;)

Fly along the color blue of sky
And burst through the happy hues of rainbows.
Hear them skittles pouring high
Tic tac laughing in the meadows.

And leave be free run high never nigh
Feel wind wisp, whisper
G'bye sweet dove
I will see you on the next treetop.

Hum a tune on nights so bright
Love the love we love to have.

See you on the next sun run, love.

Bahura Resort - Dumaguete

To showcase my point-and-shoot skills!
February 2011

Swing

catching lightnings

Name: Kai Golveque
Job Description: Lightning Catcher

Sweet! For the past days, rain was pouring like crazy. And Murphy's Law exists. Just when you thought it couldn't get any worse, it does.

Take this for instance. Walking home, no umbrella aboard your uber big bag, water precipitates. You walk faster. Then BAM! You slip! Right in front of so many bystanders.Tough luck, I gather.

I woke up at 3am. Mindful of my roommates snoring off to their respective dreamland, I tiptoe my way to the bathroom. Just as I turned on the lights, a bright flash outside our windows caught my attention. And before my sleep-induced groggy mind could think what that was... BOOM! Thunder. Scary piece of work, thunder is. Car horns went off outside. I saw my roommies peeking behind sleepy eyelids to see what the commotion was about. And I unnecessarily giggled. Typical of me.

After the loo, I tiptoed my way back to my bed. Wrapped myself tight under my covers. Eyes widely shut, I still see light! How?! Another lightning! I started to count. And waited for another bout of sky-angry, car-horn-blasting moment. 1, 2, 3 KABOOM! That was pretty neat! Lightning so near! Angry thunderous lightning. Hmm. Care to catch one?

It doesn't end there. Some time after saving my piece of inspiration in my phone, it hits me. The longer I count in anticipation of its associated thunder, the less menacing lightning seems.
Aww.

Maybe I'm talking metaphorically. Maybe not. But then again. I just realized. Before sending out negative, angry, and deprecating words, COUNT!
Wait.

Then maybe, just maybe. You wouldn't seem so bad.