there was a town fiesta at abucay bataan this weekend. we went to abucay and balanga by car. traffic was kinda heavy and it took us about 3-4 hrs (normally 2-3hrs) to get from the nlex balintawak tollgate to bataan. my lola's house was at abucay. my cousins and i and amy (seatmate) stayed at our relative's resort (raven's), because it turned out that there was no room left at our lola's house. hehehe. raven's resort has several swimming pools, pavillion halls, day cottages and overnight cottages. they also have videoke at P5 per song. the resort has catering services for the guests (starts at P100 = 2 ulam + rice) but you could also bring your own food and/or cook them there. entrance fee for adults at about P80-100 per guest (day vs. night swimming), day cottages at P250 each. bad trip lang i didnt get the chance to take a dip at their swimming pools since they clean them during mornings. only my youngest cousin had the chance to swim because the kiddie pools were clean by then. the room was P1500 a night and is very nice and clean (think dainty wall paper and tiles) with air con and tv and basic toiletries in the toilet with shower. the room can accomodate 4 persons but can have two persons more, they'll bring in extra mattresses and the extra two pay for the adult entrance fee for overnight stay (about P100 each). our stay there was free though, pero syempre next time di na.:-P
there is a nearby resort (sibul springs) by the mountain where the pools get water from the spring. picture this: you'll be swimming in mineral water, flowing mineral water. we could go there sometime stay at raven's and also go to sibul. we could take a hike from raven's to sibul or take a car/van (bring your own car or you can rent our van ;-P).
there are also several resorts (swimming pools mostly) that are near the town proper that are ok.
la lang. gusto ko lang magkwento. mamaya toxic na ako.
Tuesday, September 6, 2005
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
coldblooded play
have you ever had that awkward feeling when you know that someone is doing something just to stir a reaction from you?
symptoms from exhibit b1:
eating time chatter:
you would think that it was just a normal exchange amongst friends until someone interjects:
b1: i mean, fuchsia girl, if you were my girlfriend, would you get mad if i tell you what to wear or what not to wear?
me (obviously not b1's girlfriend): yes. if your advice was unsolicited, i would be mad.
girlash1: i agree. it's ok for you guys to tell us what to wear only if we asked for your thoughts.
flashback a few months earlier:
b1: fuchsia girl, wag ka masyado mag-heels, mas matangkad ka na sa akin nyan... (don't wear (high) heels too often, you'll appear taller than me...)
me: e ano naman kung tumangkad ako sa 'yo? (so what if i (appeared) taller than you?)
still earlier:
b1: what are those holes for? (referring to the tiny holes bored into my shirt that revealed a hint of abs)
me (sarcastic): e ano pa? para aircon. sheesh. (what else? (it's) for air conditioning (purposes))
b1 (sly smile): alam mo naman ako, may pornographic memory. (you know me. i have pornographic memory.)
ACHTUNG! disturbing mental images. DISTURBING. MENTAL. IMAGES.
fast forward after the vacay (after we went to the beach in my bikini-clad self):
b1: sige na chokoleyt, patulan mo na si thundercat1 (known to have girlfriends half his age and then have nude paintings with them). susunod nyan ikaw na ang may mga nude paintings kasama sya. (go on fuchsia girl, get it on with thundercat1. in the end you'll also have nude paintings with him)
me: (to myself: i do admit that t1 does look hot even at his age, but he's no Brad Pitt. i still have to let out a blood-curdling...) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
prognosis: cute ka sana b1 and there are times that you do look hot. there are a lot of instances when i believe that we really are on the same wavelength and that the feeling is mutual. dapat lang natin parehong tandaan na may girlfriend ka na. do not think that i'm not aware that some of your advances are bordering on sexual harrassment.
diagnosis: gosh, kung pwede lang ba at kung gugustuhin ko lang talaga, e di matagal na kitang hinila. harharharharharhar [no translation needed]
i can go on rambling about exhibit b2, exhibit t1, etc. but the point is, we are not children anymore, nor are we pimply adolescents (well, we do get the occasional pimples here and there, but that's beside the point). Just like our toys that we now like to refer as gadgets (dude, check out my new watch/ car/ cam-phone/ multi-cam/ i-pod/ shoes/ earrings/ skirt/ boytoy(!)), our 'plays' have also evolved from the innocent bahay-bahayan. it just feels weird when i recall how i wanted to be this-and-that when i was a kid, only to end up being this-and-that and staring at the reflection of a kid in an adult's body.
symptoms from exhibit b1:
eating time chatter:
you would think that it was just a normal exchange amongst friends until someone interjects:
b1: i mean, fuchsia girl, if you were my girlfriend, would you get mad if i tell you what to wear or what not to wear?
me (obviously not b1's girlfriend): yes. if your advice was unsolicited, i would be mad.
girlash1: i agree. it's ok for you guys to tell us what to wear only if we asked for your thoughts.
flashback a few months earlier:
b1: fuchsia girl, wag ka masyado mag-heels, mas matangkad ka na sa akin nyan... (don't wear (high) heels too often, you'll appear taller than me...)
me: e ano naman kung tumangkad ako sa 'yo? (so what if i (appeared) taller than you?)
still earlier:
b1: what are those holes for? (referring to the tiny holes bored into my shirt that revealed a hint of abs)
me (sarcastic): e ano pa? para aircon. sheesh. (what else? (it's) for air conditioning (purposes))
b1 (sly smile): alam mo naman ako, may pornographic memory. (you know me. i have pornographic memory.)
ACHTUNG! disturbing mental images. DISTURBING. MENTAL. IMAGES.
fast forward after the vacay (after we went to the beach in my bikini-clad self):
b1: sige na chokoleyt, patulan mo na si thundercat1 (known to have girlfriends half his age and then have nude paintings with them). susunod nyan ikaw na ang may mga nude paintings kasama sya. (go on fuchsia girl, get it on with thundercat1. in the end you'll also have nude paintings with him)
me: (to myself: i do admit that t1 does look hot even at his age, but he's no Brad Pitt. i still have to let out a blood-curdling...) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
prognosis: cute ka sana b1 and there are times that you do look hot. there are a lot of instances when i believe that we really are on the same wavelength and that the feeling is mutual. dapat lang natin parehong tandaan na may girlfriend ka na. do not think that i'm not aware that some of your advances are bordering on sexual harrassment.
diagnosis: gosh, kung pwede lang ba at kung gugustuhin ko lang talaga, e di matagal na kitang hinila. harharharharharhar [no translation needed]
i can go on rambling about exhibit b2, exhibit t1, etc. but the point is, we are not children anymore, nor are we pimply adolescents (well, we do get the occasional pimples here and there, but that's beside the point). Just like our toys that we now like to refer as gadgets (dude, check out my new watch/ car/ cam-phone/ multi-cam/ i-pod/ shoes/ earrings/ skirt/ boytoy(!)), our 'plays' have also evolved from the innocent bahay-bahayan. it just feels weird when i recall how i wanted to be this-and-that when i was a kid, only to end up being this-and-that and staring at the reflection of a kid in an adult's body.
Saturday, June 18, 2005
shoe fetish
last night i watched jay leno show (or was it conan o brien) and they featured a new coffee table book that had pictures of female celebrities wearing nothing but their Choos - Jimmy Choos (alright, bad ass stilletos!) and i could not help but feel envious -- of their shoes.
i have always had a fetish for nice footwear- strappy heels, stilletos, running shoes, sneakers, sports sandals - you name it. the minions of the credit company can always count on me to have at least a pair on my bill.
i know, i know, i should cut back on my shoe shopping sprees but i cannot help but be drawn to beautiful things in general, especially if they complement my other beautiful things, like that wicked skirt for instance.
my friends and i would find ourselves bound by these moments of weakness and i have proven myself weak in a couple of instances when i got home with several pairs of shoes. case in point: feeling imeldific
most of the shoes i bought are useful. some of them i really loved to the point that they had given up on me. i really miss that strappy pair with strings that you could tie up a la ballerina shoes, and those non-marking rubbershoes that i recently put to sleep.
there are some who are just there for sheer face value, like the tan shoes that looked great but inflicts so much pain when i wear them that i now call them "trauma" shoes.
scanning through this entry, i cannot help but notice an eerie resemblance of women's quasi-relationship with shoes and of human relations in general - dependable shoes: friends and family; trophy shoes: flings.
man. that sure did not sound right.
i would like to believe that there is more to feelings than physiological chemical outbursts, such that responses would differ on the kind and level of stimuli involved (i.e. shoes NOT EQUAL to human interaction; endorphins from eating chocolates NOT EQUIVALENT to those you get from that loving feeling).
for now, i will let go of that urge to go existential with shoes (or feelings or chocolates for that matter) and be content in appreciating them from a distance and resisting the urge to have them as often as i do.
Currently listening to: traffic
Currently feeling: hungry
i have always had a fetish for nice footwear- strappy heels, stilletos, running shoes, sneakers, sports sandals - you name it. the minions of the credit company can always count on me to have at least a pair on my bill.
i know, i know, i should cut back on my shoe shopping sprees but i cannot help but be drawn to beautiful things in general, especially if they complement my other beautiful things, like that wicked skirt for instance.
my friends and i would find ourselves bound by these moments of weakness and i have proven myself weak in a couple of instances when i got home with several pairs of shoes. case in point: feeling imeldific
most of the shoes i bought are useful. some of them i really loved to the point that they had given up on me. i really miss that strappy pair with strings that you could tie up a la ballerina shoes, and those non-marking rubbershoes that i recently put to sleep.
there are some who are just there for sheer face value, like the tan shoes that looked great but inflicts so much pain when i wear them that i now call them "trauma" shoes.
scanning through this entry, i cannot help but notice an eerie resemblance of women's quasi-relationship with shoes and of human relations in general - dependable shoes: friends and family; trophy shoes: flings.
man. that sure did not sound right.
i would like to believe that there is more to feelings than physiological chemical outbursts, such that responses would differ on the kind and level of stimuli involved (i.e. shoes NOT EQUAL to human interaction; endorphins from eating chocolates NOT EQUIVALENT to those you get from that loving feeling).
for now, i will let go of that urge to go existential with shoes (or feelings or chocolates for that matter) and be content in appreciating them from a distance and resisting the urge to have them as often as i do.
Currently listening to: traffic
Currently feeling: hungry
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