kape, ikaw at ako

sometimes in life, there are bonds formed that can never be broken. these bonds experience tarnishing sometimes but gets even lustier and brighter after being polished by tests in forms of temptations and adversities.




such bonds are found in your best friend you met in the college library or the one you sat beside with in Grade 5 and whom you shared your early pubescent secrets: crushes, early disappointments, proud childhood ambitions depicting what you wanted to become when you grow up.



some bonds luckily turn into lifetime commitments like the ones you share with your spouse through marriage while some just opt to commence it in rather non-conventional forms of mutual adult understanding.




in the course of time, when life's demands carry you away from the one you love, these bonds will remind you that you have a best friend, a soul mate, a loyal partner and home to find tranquility, all along.



as for me, i think i will have a lifetime bond with coffee. i have my favorite way of mixing up my morning drink booster. i even have my dosage of a cup of coffee anytime of the day i crave for it, during breakfast, just before lunch, in a lazy afternoon break or even at night when i need to finish a project and just cant start up my motor running.





a cup of coffee had been my solace and my secret weapon at the same time. when i am mad, a cup of coffee can keep me company in a corner. Every sensual retreat of my lips to the brim of the cup for that little quiet sip brings therapeutic soothing to my bruised ego and cursed pride.

when i am unfocused, the aroma in the cold air snaps me back to reality.

when i am about to call it quits for the day, a mere hold to the warm cup brings equal warm sensation to my palms and delivers rejuvenation for yet another game with life. total bliss.insurmountable feeling.




and as i continue to sojourn to this so called life or traverse the unfamiliar thoroughfare, i think i will be able to take the turns after every corner as long as i have a cup of coffee with me, to get me by and by.








*amelia pc,staffh, doctian at flickr.com

the morning after

No, I did not wake up at the wrong side of the bed to be pounding on the computer keyboard so early in the morning. I think I had a bad night. So bad that I could not find the most appropriate adjective to describe it.





There had been pretty bad nights before but that of last night was different. I did not feel pain when my longtime partner of three years punched me thrice on my face from a heated argument over being a virtual gallivant. Maybe I was fusing with so much jealousy and anger that I could not feel the pain then.



And because it was a bad night, lingering on the bed would only prolong whatever excruciating pain I was harboring. I often wake up late on Saturdays but my tummy sent synapse to my brain that it needed food already so I had to get up and do some rituals. How could I be hungry so early in the morning? Is it really my tummy or my bruised ego again that is in wanting?





There had been many ‘mornings- after’ complications already in the past couple of months. What makes this one different?



Two buttered-chicken breasts, a slice of mocha cake and a glass of icy cola – cold leftovers from last night’s party for a friend. Cold rubbish from the fridge but I thought that will do for now.





*kjcoud & forgottendaiz at flickr.com

Restroom for Bading

I spent my worthwhile weekend in a secluded beach resort somewhere down south of Leyte. It is at the most tip of the Leyte island and bathed by the blue open ocean so that big waves smash into enticing surf to the black sandy shore. There are also huge rock formations that display artistic boulders I almost indulged a raw rock climb if not for the risk of being hit by the waves.






I stayed at Kuting Reef Beach Resort. The resort is ultimately the best place to sojourn to in Southern Leyte if you need to relax and run away from the hurly-burly of a cosmopolitan life. Private casitas for romantic accomodations and cabanas designed for barkadas or families of almost impeccable choice of interior are nestled amidst the coco grove. A huge “quiet zone” signboard makes the cogon-roofed resting abodes a sacred mecca where no one makes unnecessary noise but the symphony of coconut leaves dancing to whistle of the sea breeze and boisterous waves.





The resort can very well compete with Tambuli in Cebu. And I would not retract that.

I also adore the boardwalk that almost resembles the coffee shops in the streets of Paris, cozy and romantic at dusk.


I was also personally enthralled when I checked the clean and fragrant restrooms in the resto and discovered that between the restrooms for the women and men lies another separate restroom which was marked “Bading”.

I could have not mistaken it for a storage room labelled as such. I knew it was a restroom alright. And it was dramatically situated between the usual restrooms I would find in resorts and hotels. I was struck laughingly. And I thought it was politically appropriate.

Intrigued as I was, I asked the receptionist as to why did the resort came up with the wild idea of building a separate restroom for the pink patrons. She divulged promptly “ Kasi Sir madami kaming mga bading na clients lalo na ung mga galing sa Japan.” I knew she was referring to our transexual Pinoy entertainers in Japan who had undergone sex organ transplant and might need enough room for their very personal restroom rituals of some sort. Apparently, there are plenty of whom in the Bisayan speaking parts of the island province of Leyte.

Collectively, I admire the resort for its beautiful landscape and homey casitas and cabanas and its aspiration to become a paradise for the weary urban warrior who needs tranquillity for the soul and I think it is a promising tourism destination down south. I also commend the courteous and polite servers and room attendants who are always equipped with answers to every question and need of the clients, not to mention their sunny-warm smiles to which Waraynons are known for.

Above all, I personally salute the think-tank behind the “Bading” restroom. For whatever it is worthy of, I believe the Kuting Reef should be very well lauded for its sensitivity to particularly cater to the third-sex and make sense without being discriminating at all.




*visit the website kuting-reef.com for more pictures

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Ice Age 3: Dawn of the Dinosaurs



SYNOPSIS


The sub-zero heroes from the worldwide blockbusters "Ice Age" and "Ice Age: The Meltdown" are back on an incredible adventure for the ages. Scrat is still trying to nab the ever-elusive nut (while, maybe, finding true love); Manny and Ellie await the birth of their mini-mammoth, Sid the sloth creates his own makeshift family by hijacking some dinosaur eggs; and Diego the saber-toothed tiger wonders if he's growing too "soft" hanging with his pals. On a mission to rescue the hapless Sid, the gang ventures into a mysterious underground world, where they have some close encounters with dinosaurs, battle flora fauna run amuck--and meet a relentless, one-eyed, dino-hunting weasel named Buck.








I think that the ultimate purpose of living is not just purely centered about loving and being loved back or caring for and being cared for in return. Life in general is also about finding genuine people who you can feel with and feel for you too and makes you live and believe that you belong.


Salamat kay Michael Berg. Ang napakamalikhaing writer ng Ice Age 3.


Sabi pa nga ni Sid, the Sloth sa mga itlog ng dinosaur na nakita nya at naisipang ampunin. “Poor guys! I know how it feels like to be abandoned. Don’t worry you won’t feel alone anymore.” Kahit dun nagsimula ang gulo at riot ng mga characters, eh panalo pa din.


Mabuhay ka Sid!

kuwan: muling pagpapakilala, matapos ang mahabang pagkakatulog sa kawalan

Si T'reb, para sa mga hindi lubos na nakakakilala ay..


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