I Have Game. Do You?

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 ...

I'm off to Boradise. Beaching myself! Yihi! Ciao!

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 O...