Surigao

Let me share to you my short trip to another place I've never been.

It started with Nico’s “Hi Davey!” on Facebook chat, one lazy afternoon. That greeting led to a conversation that sent me to Surigao City, three days after, without paying for anything aside from the fare for the cab I took, on my way to Pier 1.

The trip from Cebu City to Surigao lasted for about 12 hours. Good thing the bed I got wasn’t near the TV or I wouldn’t have been able to sleep as well as I did.  

 When I woke up, the boat has already docked in Surigao City and I was greeted by these guys

Looks like a good substitute for a surfboard. Don’t you think?

I wonder how old that boy is.

I went there to sing at a wedding with the band, The Werners,  so I wasn’t able to see much of the place. I had fun with the company ‘though. Fun is doubled when there’s music. I know a lot of you would agree. <*winks*>

Some of the few colored photos I took. lol

I don't have photos of the wedding where we played some romantic songs. However, one of the band members' relatives are from there. That's where we went the day after our gig, where we continued playing some good music.

 And I made another movie! YAY! :)

Narcissism at The Ruins

Laziness still hasn’t left me, unfortunately, but I kinda like how I started with this page so I’m not gonna let it die only because I’m in one of the many melodramatic episodes of my life. 

Since I’m not yet done blogging about Negros Occidental, let me post something I created after I discovered how helpful Picasa is (I call it “my new toy.)

Here's a movie I made with Chris Botti's If I Could as background. It contains some photos of me mostly shot at the “off limits” part (insert evil grin here) of Bacolod’s, The Ruins.

Uhm... Do I Really Need a Title for This?

I got a little lazy during the last couple of days. Dang, this reminds me of most of my posts on my other blog, where I apologized a lot for waiting hundreds of years before adding new entries. Anyway, that site is more personal. Not a lot of people know that it exists, and the traffic counter there has reached a four digit number only because I access it from time to time to reread my posts and cringe at the sight of grammatical errors, misspelled words as well as events in my life I probably wrote during those times when my sanity went out of town.

I still don’t have enough energy to post a continuation of my Negros Occidental experience. I want to blog about it well since it will be about the Mambukal Resort and of course, The Ruins which is the main reason why I went there. 

Please allow me to make this post a “teaser.” I’m still not comfortable using that term but I’m using it the right way, I think. Feel free to correct me 'though you have to make sure you do it nicely… or there will be blood.

 

There were seven falls in Mambukal. This is the First Falls, where we could still afford to look like human beings for the camera.

This is where I had some photos of myself taken in a Harry Potter- y outfit (or costume?) Acting silly’s fun when you’re in a place where nobody knows you. lol

The “teaser” ends here.