Cebu-Bohol-Cebu

As a continuation to my previous post, I now share how the trip went.
Mother's plan was to visit the Registry of Deeds at Cebu City to inquire about things I do not want to know. I went w/ her carrying my heavy bags. It was way beyond exhausting that I almost collapsed because it was too hot in there, we were walking around the city. She didn't want to get a cab because she knows that it was only nearby, so we walked, and walked and walked.

Finally got there but Mom said, unfortunately, they didn't have what she needed. So we bought tickets at the pier and went to Bien Unido, Bohol where we stayed for a night. My ninang traveled with us so she suggested that we stay at her place to save some cash.

Fast craft to Bohol. Was entertained by watching music videos and some movie w/ Jessica Alba in it.

This is the 'nineteen kupung-kupong' bus that we rode on the way to Carmen, Bohol. It was 4 in the morning by the way.

(Sagbayan Peak)
After some negotiation with van drivers at Carmen, we finally rented a van to tour us around Bohol. The driver was very kind and accommodating. His wife also went with us.

A view from the place they call 'Chocolate Hills'.

Loboc River Singers.


Dauis Church, some snake I do not know who and the man-made forest.



Tarsier Conservation Area and Baclayon Church.

Had the chance to wade through the waters of Panglao Island.

Fort San Pedro in the background.

We went back to Cebu and stayed for a night. I met-up with n old friend, Kaye Chanyee, who also went to Cebu with her family for the weekend. We spent the night together with her brother and another friend of mine. It was definitely a trip to remember, my first time to travel that far from home.
I still wish I could travel more. I'm young and it's definitely worth doing. I guess I'll end this post here but if you wish to, you can see more of my photos on the trip at doublela.multiply.com
You may also click on the photos to make them larger.
Until then! :)

Up

*This post shall be dedicated to my first ever plane ride.

I am 21 and haven't been on a plane until the 20th of January this year. Days before the trip, I've been asking my mom what happens at the airport before boarding. I was that anxious. There was a mix of feelings that I cannot thoroughly describe. So I took photos. It's the only way for me to remember how I felt.

Mama and I

I fell in love with the clouds, big time.

It was only a 45-minute plane ride since we were only bound for Cebu. But I did enjoy it, especially the speed of the plane while taking off. That, I say, is my ideal speed. I want to be a pilot! Yes, I kid.

What I also loved while I was there up on air were the clouds. They were beautiful. Looking at the way they differ in shapes and sizes as they covered the earth was indeed lovely.

I've always loved clouds.

And that was my first plane ride. Thanks for wasting your time :)

not too late to say "Hello, 2012!"

I got back to the normal me again, got too lazy to make a new post during the one month hiatus. No goodbye 2011, a year-end post from me and I need not explain why. But I know I started the year right.

1st of January: I had the chance to be with my high school friends again. They're the most honest and genuine friends I have. I will forever be thankful that I have them in my life.

15th of January: Me, my siblings, my best friend, together with our other friends, had the chance to listen to Up Dharma Down again. Again, I thank Abreeza (Ayala) for bringing them here. This is my third time seeing them perform live. I cannot contain myself. I am too overwhelmed. I love this day, but I love the band more.

This joy that I feel right now is...indescribable. I am in such awe.

But before that happened, before we even got to the mall, I found myself looking for my 6 year old cd of the band, their first album "Fragmented" which I bought way back in high school, when I was one of the few people who already liked their music back then. So, I did find my cd, but the problem was I could not locate where I put the album cover anymore. I remember keeping it in a safe place so I can easily grab it once another gig in Davao gets posted. I gave up and headed to the mall with my siblings with my mind left at home, still looking for that damn album cover or whatever it must be called.

(L-R: My brother Levi, Mr. Sherwin, and my sister Kikits)

I still have work a few hours from now and I feel sleepiness creeping through my system already. I guess I will be posting a few more photos when I get a copy of the photos from my ever bestest friend, Krissie.

Have a great week ahead of you! :)

I thank you, again, Up Dharma Down.

three months

Approximately 90 days.
How would you feel if you were given three more months to live? How would you spend it? I bet some of us would want it to be planned, connect with whoever we want to give thanks to, to ask for forgiveness, to show love, or just to do the little things to those people around us and leave pretty memories as we go.
But what if only those people around you know that you only have three months to live?
This idea has been bothering me since yesterday, when my family and I had a short visit at the hospital where my uncle (my father's cousin) has been staying for a couple of days now. I've been trying to keep myself busy to stop myself from thinking about it for it will only crush my heart more.
With my uncle's deteriorating body getting more palpable, I never thought that his condition had come this far. I was only thinking of high fever + old age (but he's only 61 or 62) + some bacterial infection in the stomach area. But when I asked my father about his situation, on what is it that he's suffering from, I got lost in myself. He is suffering from cancer, colon cancer to be more specific. And he might also be suffering from bone cancer, too, already having a crack on his spine area.
I couldn't even breathe properly. I wanted to help him breathe. I wish I could.