Day 0:
1900H – 2000H: Assembly in Shaw/Dinner
Thursday, April 25, 2013
Friday, April 12, 2013
La Union
I love the thrill of "walking" on water. Surfing, therefore, is one of the greatest physical euphoria.
March 29- April 1, 2013
The Philippines have been blessed with quite a number of surfing spots, mainly due to the fact that we are an archipelago. No gigantic swells though, just enough to enjoy the sports without being extreme. (But maybe I need to research more on this one)
No matter where in the country, a body of water is always nearby.
La Union is pretty much accessible for me. Being in Manila for a good six years now, it was pretty neat that we are midway Bicol (south of Luzon) and Ilocos (northern part). La Union is north of Manila, around six to seven hours drive away. It's fast becoming, if not already, a surfing hub for Filipinos and foreigners alike. I like the fine sand and the salty waters which were not too murky.
I have been to other surfing sites in Luzon: Bagasbas, Baler, and Zambales. Albeit Zambales is nearest to Manila (around 3-4 hours drive) I sometimes find the swells too few and far in between. The sand is quite coarse too. Baler was fun, but we went there during monsoon, and a typhoon just left PAR, ergo the water was a bit murky. And Bagasbas, my favorite, is just too far; it will take half a day's drive to get there.
March 29- April 1, 2013
The Philippines have been blessed with quite a number of surfing spots, mainly due to the fact that we are an archipelago. No gigantic swells though, just enough to enjoy the sports without being extreme. (But maybe I need to research more on this one)
No matter where in the country, a body of water is always nearby.
La Union is pretty much accessible for me. Being in Manila for a good six years now, it was pretty neat that we are midway Bicol (south of Luzon) and Ilocos (northern part). La Union is north of Manila, around six to seven hours drive away. It's fast becoming, if not already, a surfing hub for Filipinos and foreigners alike. I like the fine sand and the salty waters which were not too murky.
I have been to other surfing sites in Luzon: Bagasbas, Baler, and Zambales. Albeit Zambales is nearest to Manila (around 3-4 hours drive) I sometimes find the swells too few and far in between. The sand is quite coarse too. Baler was fun, but we went there during monsoon, and a typhoon just left PAR, ergo the water was a bit murky. And Bagasbas, my favorite, is just too far; it will take half a day's drive to get there.
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Theories
I love theories. I especially like thinking how one came into being. Or why this works that way. Or what could be inside something I haven't seen. Or who could he be?
I posted in my previous entries works from Shinji Moon. And recently, I read again Iain Thomas, author of the books, "I wrote this for you" and "Intentional Resonance." He has a blog, Tumblr, and Twitter accounts. The most recent work which caught my attention was as follows.
From I Wrote This For You:
From a personal point of view, the text is reminiscent of Shinji Moon's form of writing.
See the similarities? Now my new theory is. Shinji and Iain are one and the same. Hahaha!
Now that sounded so much like a fan-fic. Errr.
I posted in my previous entries works from Shinji Moon. And recently, I read again Iain Thomas, author of the books, "I wrote this for you" and "Intentional Resonance." He has a blog, Tumblr, and Twitter accounts. The most recent work which caught my attention was as follows.
From I Wrote This For You:
“I’d study the science of you until I turned it into an art.
The way your atoms rub together.
Molecules colliding.
Chemistry building.
Explosions of heat and radiation burning like a star at the end of the world.”
From a personal point of view, the text is reminiscent of Shinji Moon's form of writing.
"Only that. A handful of cells.
You,
are a textbook of our
chemistry.
Let me put your laugh in a petri dish
so that I can see if what we have
has a heartbeat,if the cells between us"
See the similarities? Now my new theory is. Shinji and Iain are one and the same. Hahaha!
Now that sounded so much like a fan-fic. Errr.
Friday, March 1, 2013
Residencia de Riego
Feb 16, 2013
Residencia de Riego
Muzon 2, Alitagtag, Lemery, Batangas
The weekend getaway with the girls. Mama Mich stumbled upon Residencia de Riego in Cash Cash Pinoy, one of the famous sites for vouchers offering discounts and savings. Everybody at the office seem to be hooked to it, except for me.
Mich got the deal at around 4,000 PhP. She booked it early January, and there was supposed to be five (5) of us, but at the last minute, Pau backed out because accordingly, it was her bestfriend's birthday weekend.
Residencia de Riego
Muzon 2, Alitagtag, Lemery, Batangas
The weekend getaway with the girls. Mama Mich stumbled upon Residencia de Riego in Cash Cash Pinoy, one of the famous sites for vouchers offering discounts and savings. Everybody at the office seem to be hooked to it, except for me.
Mich got the deal at around 4,000 PhP. She booked it early January, and there was supposed to be five (5) of us, but at the last minute, Pau backed out because accordingly, it was her bestfriend's birthday weekend.
Friday, February 15, 2013
Monday, February 11, 2013
Who is Shinji Moon?
I've blogged and re-blogged in my Tumblr account several of Shinji Moon's poetry. Google is of little help this time. I cannot, for the life of me, fathom why I could not find a picture, or an article, or a biography dedicated to Shinji. I read several blogs saying s/he's an 18 year old girl living in New York City, with his/her dad. I beg to disagree. The poet's words are too precarious for a little girl. I am thinking perhaps he is a man. Mid-thirties. Struggling writer. A cigarette in cheek. Silhouetted all in the alley. Now that sounds sinister. teehee. Just the same, I guess I am entitled to my silly imaginings. I love his poem, "I Don’t Want To Be Loved. I Just Want To Be Untangled."
But here's a poem which melts me.
“
When I look at you laying there
across the way from me
behind the curtains of a friday
afternoon, I wonder how it is that
you,
you are just a handful of billions of cells.
Something that I can pick apart and put back together.
You, a human with one heart
and two hands
and ten fingers
that I’ve fallen in love with
all at separate times.
Only that.
A handful of cells.
You,
are a textbook of our
chemistry.
Let me put your laugh in a petri dish
so that I can see if what we have
has a heartbeat,
if the cells between us
dance
like we did that evening
when you slid your arm
around the small of my waist
and kissed me
with your eyes closed.
Let me see
if there’s a definition
in the way you love me
without loving me
with words.”
But here's a poem which melts me.
“
When I look at you laying there
across the way from me
behind the curtains of a friday
afternoon, I wonder how it is that
you,
you are just a handful of billions of cells.
Something that I can pick apart and put back together.
You, a human with one heart
and two hands
and ten fingers
that I’ve fallen in love with
all at separate times.
Only that.
A handful of cells.
You,
are a textbook of our
chemistry.
Let me put your laugh in a petri dish
so that I can see if what we have
has a heartbeat,
if the cells between us
dance
like we did that evening
when you slid your arm
around the small of my waist
and kissed me
with your eyes closed.
Let me see
if there’s a definition
in the way you love me
without loving me
with words.”
#sap
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