The past two weeks I played gracious tour guide to two very good friends - C., who is one of my best friends from Macq Uni and I., a very close family friend from Sydney. C. was in town for nine days whilst I fulfilled babysitting duties to young I. for around five. I was truly physically and financially drained after they left. However, even if I was so destroyed from all the tourguiding, it was still a very awesome two weeks. I am missing them both to pieces as I write this.
Other Significant Things That Happened in the Last Two Weeks:
- C. and I went to Bora. My second time in four years. Initially, I was quite hesitant to take her there because I felt that the place is already too commercialised and touristy for comfort. I was actually more keen on heading to Palawan instead but I figured she would enjoy the bustling night life in Bora more. But wow, surprisingly, the four days and three nights we were there turned out to be a heaps mad experience for me. We hardly got any sun cos of the funny weather at the time (it was so chilly that we didn't swim at all) but it was all good. We became super friends with two musicians on the island (one was a dreadlocked cutie and the other one was a very sweet guy with so much talent) and they took us to this totally dodgy club called Summer Place packed with sleazy Europeans full-on taking advantage of young islanders.
I was also able to reconnect with one of my good friends from college whilst there. He's now an MD and he had brief stint with one of the local hospitals on the island. I was incredibly fortunate to have been able to hang out with him for a bit since I know full well that when we both get back to Manila it would be impossible to see each other again, owing to his cruel schedule. On his last night, we bought a couple of fruit shakes and hung out with his other doctor friends (plus the sweet musician) at Jonah's.
We stayed at Boracay Tropics in Station 2 and whilst the place is not exactly beach front (it's a five minute walk to the shore), it was still a very very lovely place nonetheless and the service is excellent. The food servings are ginormous and the staff is so warm and friendly. Snaps to Bora Tropics for making our stay a truly awesome one!
C. and I are the world's biggest slugs so we actually spent more than half our vaycay sleeping and eating. Whenever we weren't doing those things, we were drinking our weight in Red Horse or smoking shisha whilst chillaxing by the beach at night. We were so lazy that we would only manage to get as far as Station 2, so we mostly spent our evenings at the Bom Bom Bar listening to live bands. I have always hated mainstream music like anything but ever since two weeks ago Jason Mraz's I'm Yours and Howie Day's Collide have assumed renewed meaning in my life (sigh such nostalgia!!!). C. said that Filipinos must revere Jason Mraz like a god since you can't not hear a Jason Mraz song being played every five minutes.
On our last day, I insisted that we spend a good part of the day on the beach instead of dozing off again in our hotel room. So we laid down our lazy-ass bodies on the mats in Station 3 and ordered more Red Horse (we consumed indecent amounts of Red Horse, it was so not funny) whilst we read our books and waited for sunset. I was able to take extremely gorgeous photos of that day's breathtaking sunset which I will put up on Flickr once I've set up an account.
- My friends and I did Rockeoke at Magnet. Omg. How did I muster enough cojones to get up the stage and sing Total Eclipse of the Heart again? And guess what, there was even incriminating evidence of how I made such a bloody fool of myself, in video format. Whilst performing on stage that night, I honestly thought I was doing a pretty decent job. However, when I was reviewing the video days after (whilst sober and thus with clearer judgment spared from the wrath of alcohol), I realised that I wasn't really singing but I was actually yelling (very annoyingly too) all the way. Again, that totally embarrassing performance was the end result of too much Red Horse (mind you it was Beer Below Zero, which is liquid gold really). But don't get me wrong, I would so love to do Rockeoke again - I have to vindicate myself.
- I attended a college reunion. I was so thrilled to see everyone again and catch up. Such mad fun. Actually, I was able to go out with a good number of friends the past two weeks, and in particular, friends I have not seen in ages. That accounts for the recurrence of warm and fuzzy feelings and the constant urge to hug everyone very very tightly.
- My brother and I took I. to Enchanted Kingdom. It has been aeons since I was last at EK and I was able to appreciate the rides with child-like wonder this time around. We did Space Shuttle first (much to the horror of my brother who until that day has never been on a rollercoaster evah) and that was so mad. My fave rides are still the Flying Fiesta, the Wheel of Fate, Dodgem and the Roller Skater. We were there on a Sunday so we also saw the weekend fireworks. We managed to get on every ride except the Log Jam, but it wasn't such a great loss as we were already extremely drenched from the Rio Grande Rapids. We also did the 4D thingo and the Haunted House (which gave I. the scare of her life). EK is so beautiful at night, what with the pretty lights, the cool breeze and the fantastic fireworks (it would've been perfect had we been on the ferris wheel when they went off, the view must have been spectacular from up there). I. said that theme parks are a good place to go on a date and I couldn't agree more.
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