Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Boracay Adventures: Part 4

This isn't actually an adventure post, rather a forgive-me-if-I-can't-make-a-decent-blog-post-so-here-are-my-practicing-photography-and-narcissistic-shots post. Hope you forgive me. Hahahaha! Posting these on my Facebook seems conceited so here goes. My blog is like a photo diary anyway.

Any comments?












Dedicated to my beloved school

Tuesday, August 4, 2015

Boracay Adventures: Part 3

We went island hopping today! First we went to Crystal Cove, where visitors are asked to pay PhP200 for entrance, Puka Beach then Crocodile Island. You can snorkel to all three places, but Crocodile Island has the best marine life.

One can stay in nipa huts in Puka, but their menu on the sole restaurant on the beach is expensive. A single avocado shake costs PhP200. But it had the best view for me! 









Saturday, August 1, 2015

Boracay Adventures: Part 2

My Boracay posts are more of a photo dump because I didn't feel like taking pictures and there is a great need for an action camera, and I have none. I was scared to bring my DSLR since it isn't shock proof nor water proof. And we majored in activities during our stay.

Tip: If you are travelling, always make sure you bring a bottle of water, preferably one that can hold 500mL or more. Dehydration is no joke, especially if you are going to the beach. And since this is Boracay, you can also drink. A lot. 

 Also, food is expensive here, so you must be prepared to spend. One meal can cost PhP 300-500 per person. But we found one called 928 in Station 2 that costs less than PhP 100. It tastes good, too.

Pork sisig

Grilled Porkchop
We rode the e-trike going to different stations. It's more comfortable than the normal trikes.
The Sunny Side Café serves the best food in Bora!





Bacon, cheese and mango sandwich. Their bacon is so thick it felt like Christmas ham!

Red Velvet Pancakes 





My only regret is not seeing the famous Boracay sunset because it was always cloudy during our stay.

Friday, July 31, 2015

Boracay Adventures: Part 1

It's my sister's 23rd birthday, and she asked if I can accompany her to Boracay. And of course I said yes! I've always wanted to go Boracay, I feel like time is running out in that island because of hyper commercialization. And so we got our bags and went to Aklan!

It's 1.5 to 2 hour drive from Kalibo to the port, then another 15 minutes boat ride to get to Boracay Island. The fare costs PhP 200-250, based on the provider you choose.

Local life

We then went to Smoke Resto for lunch, and the place is packed! We ordered Fish Salpicao, and Stuffed Squid. My sister and I aren't foodies, so we were content on ordering single sized meals.




Our welcome to Boracay photo!
We had a blast! Watch out for more photos!

Thursday, July 30, 2015

Scent by Danielle Shorr

I fell asleep at 6 a.m. and woke to find
that my bed smells like someone new-
I don't know where you are tonight

His lips kissed me like they were
looking for a light switch in the dark-
I don't know if you think of me at late hours

I pushed him back slightly and he asked
if everything was okay and I said yes-
I don't tell him where my thoughts are

Tired, I'm tired, that's my excuse for
losing myself when I'm with a stranger-
I don't always know how to find my way back

I'm trying, see I am, really but
there's a reason I kept coming to you so easily-
I don't know how to find familiar in someone new

The scent of my attempts to move on is
making me sick and I can't do much about it-
I don't know how to get you here again

I stayed up until 6 a.m. with him when really 
you're the only one worth losing sleep over-
I don't know if that means you're winning

I don't know where you are tonight-
I don't know if I want to know

Retrieved from: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1184559/scent/

Monday, June 29, 2015

Between Your Anxieties And My Pen by Trista Mateer

I don’t know how we get anything done.

You drum your fingers on my throat and think of rain on the roof of the house you grew in (not up, but sideways): the place where your last love left you alone; the place where you learned how to cope with silence and water your own plants.

And then you tell me about it–

and honey, I love to hear you talk but I want to get in an argument with your mouth that neither of us can win, tongues twisted up like roots. I want to kiss you and feel like I am growing (and then I want to write about it).

I want to get my hair caught in the thick of you. I want you to understand that I will not always be sprouting next to you, so maybe we should take advantage of this little plot of land while we have it.

So you kiss me.

You kiss me and tell me that I taste like sand. You tell me that you have dreams of the ocean dragging me away. You tell me that you wake up afraid of rip tides and ocean currents; and then you kiss me again.

And I keep thinking about waves breaking on a shore somewhere until I break away to catch some breath so I can say, “Lover, that was a pretty good line; do you mind?”
And baby maybe it’s my fault. Maybe when I put down this pen, I’ll stop looking for ways to write you in and you’ll stop worrying that every word you say is filed away somewhere in writing.

Until then, maybe we’ll just have to try harder to stay in the moment. Kiss me until we stop thinking about growing and ocean currents.

Kiss me until nobody cares about the metaphors anymore.

Sunday, May 17, 2015

May Photo Dump

Photo dump again! Uploading these on Facebook seems a bit pompous and I don't know where else to put this to here goes! 
Quezon Bridge: Marching to Mendiola! 


Location check for film prod
Krizz's art shot
Legit cinema auteur! :)