Monday, October 29, 2007

Of Changes And Sensibility.

I fell in love with Boracay the first time I set foot on its shore 10 years ago.

My uncle brought me to the island, along with his staff and the champion team of the just-concluded City-wide basketball tournament (a trip to Boracay was their prize! Lucky chaps!). We landed first in Kalibo and then took a 2-hour road trip on rough terrain to Caticlan. Believe me when I say my arse was truly sore after that. When we got to the (what we know now as) Caticlan jetty port -- well, actually there was no port, just a cottage where tourists had to pay for their boat ride, we had to wait a few minutes for Willy's (resort) boat to take us to the island. Midway through the boat trip, I looked down at the water and I couldn't believe that it was so clear! I could see the stones at the bottom! I remember calling out to people and telling them to look out and down, and hearing all the wows, the oohs, the aahs. Once we were all standing in front of Willy's Resort, nobody really wanted to go their rooms yet and we stayed in the beach for a while to get a good look of the water, the sand, the sky. I think we went directly to Willy's Rock before going to our rooms! We stayed there for 6 days... 6 blissful days. I was infatuated. And before I knew it, I was in love. I nearly cried when I realized we had to come home.

I've been coming back to its cozy embrace almost every year since then and I see the gradual changes in the things I do during my stay - drinking and dancing until the wee hours of the morning to snorkeling, jet skiing, windsailing to just relaxing and taking in the great scenery lying before me.
I get it now -- I don't necessarily fancy the water sports nor the nightlife as much as other people, nor the thrill of land adventure it offers -- it appeals to me, yes, but I don't crave for it nor want it. I've tried almost everything once. And I think that's enough.

My beach trip to Panglao was a key to this realization. I now know that a beach trip doesn't have to be a 'gimmick' with booze and hip-hop or house music. It's what's sensible which really matters.

I'm now more into the sights, the people I'm with, the sounds, the feel of things, the smiles, the taste of its food. I'm into the anecdotes from a book a friend will share while she's reading it. I'm into the 'kwentos' friends will suddenly share with me while we're sunbathing, the hirits which come while drinking strawberry wine in the beach, the life-changing realizations which are shared during long walks from station to station, I'm into waking early to get a wonderful view of the empty beach. I'm into the kids who bathe naked in the crystal clear water without a care in the world. I'm into the words of wisdom a true friend will utter at the most opportune time.

These are the beach experiences which I'm after.

Sunday, October 21, 2007

Saturday, October 13, 2007

Of Fairy Tales and Art.

I used to believe in fairy tales. I was fascinated with the thought of living in a castle with servants waiting for my every command, catering to my whim and fancy. I dreamt endlessly of my knight in shining armor sweeping me off my feet. I was excited at the thought that I could have an army ready to march to battle in my honor.

The wonders of childhood.

At one point in my life, I thought I had stumbled into a fairy tale. I couldn't believe my luck. But I should've known better and should've armed myself with the knowledge that nothing is ever perfect, nothing and no one is constant. And it took me quite a few relationships to realize fairy tales do not exist for me. No Prince Charming to sweep me off my feet. No Knight in Shining Armor to save me from witches and dragons. No army to fight my battles.

Fairy tales are exactly what they're called: non-existent and fictional.


My good friend and neighbor, Ces, sent me new books to read: The Secret Life Of Bees and The Secret Life Of Husbands. Unfortunately, haven't started reading any of the two, but I've read some good reviews.

She also sent me a cd of the Avenue Q Musical Sountrack, and I have to say, I love it! The songs were right on the money. It was never boring, it played the characters of the play to the hilt! It was funny and entertaining that I was actually laughing out loud when I was listening to it on my iPod on the bus going home (now, that was embarrasing). *sigh* I wish I can watch it though.

Some songs of note:
There's A Fine, Fine Line performed by Kate/Stephanie D'Abruzzo
The Internet Is For Porn performed by Kate/Stephanie D'Abruzzo, Trekkie Monster/Rick Lyon & the Guys
What Do You Do with a B.A. in English?/It Sucks To Be Me performed by The Cast

Read all about Avenue Q by clicking on the banner above. And get your own copy of the CD. It's worth it.