Andrea said 2010 is the year of impossibilities. So…I’m starting them out pretty good:

Some Greek stuff - done January
Resetting of feelings and on to platonic things - done January (haha, bullshit ito, really)
Back to gigs - January
Back to writing - January
Back to backpacking - February

Well, they’re not impossible, but they’re mostly impossible for me till this year, anyway.

So. The idea came after one dinner and a carrot cake surprise after–some of us might be going to Clark for the hot air balloon festival, you might want to go. Apparently, kasama ako sa invite. *laughs* It’s something I have always wanted to go to to check out but never got around to doing, so I figured it’s apt. Buti na lang rin. Rein wasn’t able to make it as he ran to Tarlac, so that kind of scratches out Yang in the equation.

So, it’s me and Cass’ friends: David, Peter and Sas. The named three I have met previously, and David I met again after him joining us in a Techy Romantics gig (and bringing heavenly, heavenly butterscotches from Iloilo), so they weren’t entirely strangers. And Cass, well, she’s always around. Stranger not quite.

So Peter picked me up from Q Ave at around 5 in the morning, headed to West Ave to change cars, then went to Subic. Cass said that it would be wiser to skip the morning part considering not everyone would make it early (bane of the nocturnals and, well, we all came from odd shifts) and planned a beach trip instead for everyone. They’re pretty much still full of energy (except for me) and were throwing banters around in the morning (something about Gokongwei because of his odd, odd banks) and made it still relatively okay at Camayan Beach Resort by around 9pm. They boys and I pretty much stayed in the shade (I’m scared of too much tan) while Cass and Sas, both wanting a new color, stayed under the sun as much as possible.

Amit, my boss, was insisting I join them for an over night stay in Subic, and Richard was apparently joining along with Doc, but by 3pm I was already tired, so when we all went to Clark to catch the night-flying, it turned out to be a good decision to make it a one-day trip, anyway.

(sorry, I would have told you guys more, but I’m kind of tired just writing this in, too.)



But! I’m back to uploading 200+ pics again! Yay! Facebook’s a bitch lately and it degrades the photographer-wannabe in me by resizing my pictures and taking out all the beautiful colors, so let me give you my lovely, lovely links:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/32656601@N07/sets/72157623432798666/

http://www.flickr.com/photos/47534847@N02/sets/72157623308403131/

On a weird side, I might have to pay Flickr if I would keep up with these kinds of massive uploads, soon. Saaayh.

Ang galing, no? La lang. :}

Kahit alin.

Pero darating yun. Yayayain kita; at dahil alam mong tinadhana, sasama ka. Ito na yung araw na kailangan mo. Pupunta tayo sa kahit saan na walang aircon, walang branded na damit, walang pampadagdag kinang. Tapos ibabalik ko sa iyo ang lahat: dadalhin kita sa paborito kong lugawan–ipapakilala kita sa nagpapakalma sa akin nung mga unang panahong wala pa ako sa sarili kong akala ko’y kilala ko. Walang kyeme. Kakain tayo at mag yoyosi at mag uusap. Mali–magsasalita ka. Makikinig ako. Wala na akong ibang kailangang gawin, dahil alam kong tulad ng dati, matututo na naman ulit ako. Papakinggan lang kita.

Darating yun. Isa sa mga araw ng linggong ito, o ng buwan na ito, o ng taon na ito. O kahit sa mga susunod pa. Pero darating yun. Hindi na ako makapaghintay. Handang handa na ako makinig.

Saturday, April 09 2005
3:55pm

At least we aren�t screwing too much McDonalds. If that�s good news.

When we landed at around 4:30pm yesterday I did wish for a minute that we wouldn�t be having coverages set on slanted muddy mountain tops while dodging trees. We wouldn�t be, if that�s any consolation, but we�d also be spending approximately 10 days roaming around the bastard son of Binondo and Cavite that is Zamboanga City.

It was Jay who pointed out the distinct aesthetic resemblance. The area, a little bigger than Cavite, still had the �probinsyano� feeling that you�d notice from 10,000 feet high�untouched mountain areas, virgin forests and patches of archaic farming. All visible from the plane�s wing. However, the surprise came after our landing: the streets all look suspiciously like�

�It�s the bastard son of Binondo!� claimed Jay as I took a shot of the streets and its archaic buildings. It�s Manila in 1975.

From where we stood, I could see Paul and JP gingerly looking around at our first hotel prospect: something named like G hotel, my brain refused to remember. With our overly eager self-appointed tour guide–the tricycle driver–we were taken into the next potential hotel which initially got our consent�note that it got especially Paul�s–because of the beautiful perk: Jacuzzi. Next stop, Hotel Astoria.

�Bakit ayaw ninyo sa G Hotel?� I asked Paul after he settled himself next to me in the conveniently huge tricycle. Jay sat in the space in front of us and looked around. G hotel, as Manong Driver claims, is �walking distance� from the area of Prisaa, and offers nice prices anyway. In fact, MD (yes, Manong Driver. It�s hard consistently spelling his name out) seemed suspiciously too favorable of the place.

�Hindi ninyo kasi nakita yung lugar. Eh parang pag natulog tayo doon, gagawin tayong Zamboanga Scandal, eh. Ang pangit kaya!� tells Paul with disgust. As graphic ideas came into my head, a shudder came to me. No frigging way.

Jay and I were made to wait again with MD outside as Paul and JP did the checking when we got to Hotel Astoria. After a couple of unfortunate un-bookings, we decided to unload ourselves at that place and see the other hotels by foot. We gingerly paid MD P100 as he asked to be paid according to how much we think we should pay him. He gave us this look.

�Pwede bang pa dagdag? Inikot ko kayo, eh.�

Paul irately shoved an orange bill. We trooped over to another possible hotel. Alas, it couldn�t book us for the first night because of an unstable initial reservation, but offers to place us on substandard rooms while waiting for the suite of our choice to go vacant. The two tried checking out another possible hotel, then left Jay and I again inside the hotel with all our bags. I didn�t mind. There was a phone which would give me an NDD call for only P5 a minute. I�m starting to like Zamboanga already.

�Katatawag lang ni Papa mo kay Paul!� my mom greeted me on the line. Hmm. That was eager.

�Bakit si Paul ang tinawagan? Bakit hindi na lang ako?�

�Hindi ka daw makontact, eh. Kumusta na? Nasaan ka na?�

�Nasa Manila pa kami!�

�Di nga?�

I laughed. �Hindi. Dito na kami. Di ko maintindihan mga tao dito. Chabacano kasi.�

JP�s head was seen from the front door a few minutes after I placed down the phone. �Dun na tayo sa kabila,� he announced.

Jay and I brought all the bags to Hotel Perlita, our next prospect which will turn out to be our home for the next 10 days or so. We went to our respective rooms and laid on the bed.

I sighed while Paul stretched beside me. �Zamboanga. Sa wakas.�

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The afternoon after, we found out that the price of our dinner last night was actually the common price of the food in Zamboanga: roughly P60 for the price of carenderia-tasting food that doesn�t even include the rice and drinks. It didn�t take us much intellect to realize that we�re fast on our way to getting broke and hungry.

Since the games will be on Monday, we had two more days to go around Zamboanga. So that Saturday, we decided to spend the afternoon playing billiards and drinking beer.

Nyeta, wala kasing bilyar at beer sa Manila.

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That night we tried looking for other places to eat, and decided to settle for Chowking instead. At least for P50 we already have complete dinner with drinks. The night was spent on lounging around, and flicking on random channels on cable.

And that�s how we spent our first two nights in Zamboanga. Cute no?

Tuesday, April 12, 2005
02:45pm

Afraid I’m not giving Zamboanga due credit. Blame on smug city kid attitude. May have been initially amazed by overhead views of whole rolls of greens but currently mocking place for emerging as a substandard city.

Quiet Zamboanga life may be overwhelming for some people, but as much as it struck us as slightly peculiar, it has also dawned on us that most of our Zamboanga experiences would rely on the peace and quiet the city so treasures, and not the noise, excitement and adventure we were looking for. At 9pm everything shuts down. Our system doesn’t do so until 1am at the very least.

Last night, we were asked by one of the store keepers from where we had our dinner at what we like about Zamboanga. I am not sure whether what we answered were what we really “like”, but maybe just listing down differences that set Zambo apart from Manila or Cavite. Obviously the superficial peace emerged as number 1. The lady laments that behind it lies the tremors of fear aroused everytime the feet of rebels or bandits walk around the tranquil streets. It seems they were forced to endure lives that seem meek but is just an aftermath of gun-armed men’s wrath. Apparently death isn’t the only prominent by-product of bullets.

I almost wanted to enlist the nearby sea, but not much of it can be appreciated. The sun rises opposite the place of the sea, so sunrise isn’t so beautiful in Zamboanga seas. Monday morning I tried to wake up early and jog around hoping for a moment alone that both I and Zamboanga can commune with, something to possibly cherish along with other possible Zambo moments. But as I gingerly set my feet on the beach’s sandy shores filled with sea weeds and some garbage, I lamented the loss of connection I hoped would transpire. Above me a warning about high content of coliforms saddened me more. Rendering a sea unusable to nature-lovers might be the worst punishment to a sea already bereft of the white-sand beauty and cleanliness of shores.

Technology-wise though, I have not much to say. According to Matt Zamboanga imports their computers from nearby countries like Malaysia, making their systems at par with that of Manila’s. DSL’s at P20 with cameras and headsets along with their Pentium 3&4s. Not bad, actually. Even our class B hotel has wi-fi around its building.

As much as I am trying to be fair with Zambo, I cannot help but be a little impolite with my own judgements. When your expectations fail you tend to compare, and in my case, the nearest of course would be Manila and its ad-populated streets screaming of development and consumerism. But I and the rest have not really explored the outer skirts of Zam, and since time for that is precious, we might not be able to accomplish our task.

What is Zam famous for anyway? The flowers which we don’t see much of. The festival is far from our visiting date. Our calendars don’t tell us much.

But I’m still convinced I might find something beautiful in the area still. After all, I’m still around.

Hahahaha. Found this in Friendster, for April 07 2005 (that’s April 08 for us).

Oh, galing ano? Hehehe.

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You know when you get this feeling that maybe you shouldn’t say something but you say it anyway and you just feel so stupid afterwards for saying it? Somehow I was raped many times by that feeling and yet I wasn’t even able to report it to Bantay Bata before I could even stop my lips. Harm done. Now JP and Paul know how stupid I am to think that I’d actually find myself as a proudly alienated tourist over at Lucena, Quezon.

Okay. So sue me if back then I was a bumbling tourist who was just itching to get out of Cavite. I was honestly hoping I wouldn’t be able to understand the dialect of the next person I’d ask directions from when I was there. But alas, I go, “Manong, asan po ang McDo dito?” and the guy gives me the directions, his Tagalog more polished than my dad’s car in the morning.

7:10 pm. “Anong iniisip mo?! Lucena yun, eh. Luzon ka pa rin, Tagalog mga tao dito!” JP nearly screamed a while ago while we were on our way to SM Bacoor to purchase the boat tickets that would take us LATER on (it’s 1:56am, couldn’t sleep) to Zamboanga.

“Di ba Region 4 pa rin yun?” Asks Paul. They were not laughing that loud, but I was really really squirming.

“Eh malay ko bang ganoon yun. Hindi ko na naisip yun dahil sobrang excited ako, eh!” I said defiantly. Of course, I knew they wouldn’t buy that.

“Pwes, pagdating mo ng Zamboanga, doon, Cha-chavacanuhin ka dun!” Paul affirmed with a slight chuckle.

Yeah, that’s what I want. The good, authentic, out-of-Luzon-and-into-nowhere-with-hopefully-sanitized-toilets. Zamboanga, wait for us.

7:40 pm. �Hon dun lang kami sa may air phils sa tabi ng mR. quickie.� I was out rummaging for what seemed like P18 comic book sandman series of whatever at Booksale when I got the text. I left the two boys haggling at the Super Ferry counter at the east wing.

Tina says Super Ferry�s really good, except she hasn�t ridden one that�s moving on water. Brought kids on a fieldtrip, she says. I couldn�t wait myself to try it out. I haven�t really ridden a boat, save a few banca rides when my father used to have this banca in my younger years. Our trip to Thailand in �95 saw airplanes.

�Magbabarko kayo?!� My mother outrageously asked me the other night after she found out the vehicle of choice. We�re going boat to Zam, then plane back to Manila.

�Kung nalaman ko yan dati pa, hindi na kita pinayagan! Eh seasick ka, eh!�

I pause for almost a few painfully sarcastic minutes. �Uhm, ma, paano ninyo nalamang seasick ako, eh hindi pa ako nakakasakay ng barko?�

She was obviously caught.

�Wala na daw space, puno na daw,� Paul announces after I trace their location. �Plane tayo.�

�Lahat? O sa MegaValue lang?� I asked, citing the �kiddie meal/value meal� trip of Super Ferry. Honestly, it could have been better if they named it that way, and if the trip comes with a free toy.

�Lahat.�

Urk. I guess we�re flying. But the boat ride we�re saving for later.

11:08pm. Hon, old domestic airport tayo. �

Hmm. Paul�s still awake. Not a surprise, really, since probably everyone�s doing what I�m doing: not getting any sleep and downing lots of caffeine.

2.13am Click. Clack. Click. Click. Clack. Clackety clack clack clakety clack. Click click.

Can�t sleep. Can�t sleep. Canasdfkjlkjlk.lkjadslkfjalkjfoia fajdfjas;kdfja �i.

I�ve already packed up. I�m afraid I have to do a quick trip to school tomorrow to get some things at the office before we leave. No choice, I�m the nearest. If I don�t sleep I might kill my self while going to Dasma in the morning. But I still can�t sleep.

I would have provided a pic of my ticket to make this blog entry better, but I already packed my cam and cord so I won�t forget. Bringing my rechargeable too. Btw, Jace, I bought a Sanyo 2500 at Quiapo for only P1580. Max tipped me about that.

Anyway, I changed the index back so it�d forward to the blogspot page. I was supposed to redirect only after the Pope has been buried, but I might not be able to update in Zam. JP�s afraid they might have only Pentium 1 comps. Bad JP.

I�m bringing my phone anyway, so just in case, just holler!