PBB ALL IN: You Know You Have Been JANE-uinely JANEYfied WHEN...

1.       When you think that Charles throwing the rose and dashing to embrace Jane, was the cutest thing you have ever seen on television.

2.        When you know who ‘Charles’ is.

3.        Whenever you hear songs that she has – at one point or another—sung inside the HOUSE (Titanium, Born This Way, Tuliro, etc.), you hear her voice/her rendition inside your mind, and not that of the original singer.

4.       When you know what “BiToucher” means. You revel in the idea of turning things with negative connotations into something positive. You are proud of the BiTouchers. And you think, “Like idol, like fans”. Haha.

5.       You have become confused about the definition of “two-faced”. You always thought it was Harvey Dent. Call commissioner Gordon, quick! We need the bat light...

6.        You have become “bi-polar”. Extremely joyful when all is well for her inside the House, and extremely sad-bordering-angry when things are not going well for her inside that big yellow thing.

7.       Bi-polar, but NEVER two-faced. THAT you cannot accept. There is only one side to that description (pun definitely, positively intended). No good side.

8.       You have never really  been a fan of reality shows, and have never been one to go “ga-ga” over a celebrity/actress/actor, but you have been hooked to PPB All In because of Jane; and you have become your own worst “ga-ga” nightmare over her. And you are not ashamed of it.

9.        You are seriously contemplating on committing arson if she gets evicted. Preferable object/target: something BIG and YELLOW.  Ooops. Just joking. I guess?

10.    When you sometimes find yourself typing BBE Kuya on your phone, when she is nominated and you think it is not fair.

11.    You send that BBE Kuya anyway. It costs you money, but you laugh at the satisfaction you feel after sending it. And you do not doubt your sanity.

12.    You wish to all tooth fairies that Kuya would be able to read it somehow. Just so he will know.

13.    You find yourself lurking in Pex forums just to hunt for Jane-in-the-house news. You glare at the screen when you read bad news.

14.    You do not have a Pex account, so you sign-up just so you can give your two cents in whatever-Jane-topics…

15.   You are a lurker, and you see their posts about GTs and you envy them…but what can you do—you are an anti-social creature. But you are happy for them. You resume voting.

16.   You have maxed-out your 30 votes on your sim and your other sim, so you bribe your sister, brother, friend (and whoever-else is susceptible to bribery…even cops you see in the streets?), so you can use their phone and VOTE some more.

17.    You snatch their phones anyway when they refused your bribe. They give you the glare. And then YOU give them the glare, because their phones have no ‘load’. You say, “Poorita!”

18.    You get butter-fingers during nomination weeks because of non-stop typing BB/BBS Jane on your phone. You are scared you will soon suffer from Carpal Tunnel Syndrome.

19.    You could not less if you suffer from CTS, so you type and send some more BB/BBS Jane.

20.    During such times, Salonpas patches are your best friends. And you think, “ Like idol, like fans” while you put them on you upper arms, and shoulders.

21.    You are an avid reader of the Classics, and so you revel at the fact that you know her names Elizabeth and Jane are the names of the siblings in that Jane Austen novel.

22.    You know what novel it was.

23.    You do not know the novel, or Jane Austen; so you google them, and you swear to at least try reading the book.

24.    You know what “galawang poorita” is, and you willingly participate in it.

25.    You randomly curse your being a poorita. You wish you can contribute more.

26.    You still wring your hands whenever you remember that rap battle; and you pray that you will never forget it (well, at least until PBB ends)—because that was the time you vowed to do everything you can to help make her part of the Big4, and ultimately, the BW. Ubusan na ng yaman! And this is the part you curse your being a poorita again…

27.    You try to watch Live Stream, even when you are too sleepy to even know what time it is already—and that they are probably off to Lala-Land.

28.    You feel happy when you see the Twinny together, because it means less time with the eekie…. No, I do not know what an eekie is.

29.    You take the jeepney going to work/school instead of taking a cab— Sayang, pang-dagdag votes din yun!

30.   You skip lunch-outs, and settle for a pack of Fita or Butter Coconut— Sayang, pang-dagdag votes din yun!

31.    When “touchy” will never be the same word, ever again. No matter what the dictionary says. (Be it Webster’s, Oxford, whatever…the word has been ruined.)

32.   You roll your eyes whenever you hear the phrase “ No comment”. It reminds you of something else—something not so good.

33.    You cried when no one chose her for that INSTA-SAVE task. You felt as though your mother left you in an island, in the middle of shark-infested water.

34.   You cheered, and shouted “In your face!” to no one in particular (just the TV), when she won that challenge. And you started believing that “ONE head is better than TWO…”

35.    You have discovered what “BUBOG” is, and you try to use it in a sentence as often as you can. However, you do try not harbor “bubog” for someone, because you know she does not harbor “bubog”—even for those who hurt her deliberately.

36.   You cringe every time you see that black DORK shirt, but you secretly dream of owning and wearing one like it.

37.    You double-cringe when you see that maroon jacket. And no, you do not dream of owning and wearing one like it.

38.    You know she is from Going Bulilit.

39.   You have seen “MANIKA” and you wonder why she is not more famous.

40.    You have seen “MANIKA” more than three times, since PBB All In started. (You are tempted to watch it again…well, after reading this list. And Gotta vote first!).

41.   You are positively irrevocably impressed at the level of maturity she is showing inside the House. She is not perfect, but she owns up to her mistakes. She tries to be a better person—not lash out.

42.   You are a Globie. And you check LS, pex, twitter, etc., for PBB Jane update after work or school—when you know you should be resting or studying instead. You become something that closely resembles a Zombie.

43.   You are a Globie, and so you are a BIG supporter of galawang poorita. Epins, cash,  MOLAR support, etc. Ubusan na ng yaman!

44.    You went “bi-polar” on Direk Cathy GM. Natural, initial reaction—you couldn’t help it (you tried to reason out afterwards). BUT you uttered, ‘We love you, Direk’ at the end of it all. And you sincerely do.

45.    You had no idea who Jeron Teng was before PBB started (You are not a UAAP Trooper, not since college days), but you do now (ever since the debut). Even his jersey #. What happened?

46.    You do not take PT at face value. Not since you noticed the bad edits. Not since like…the beginning?

47.   If you were a shipper, you cried “Abandon Ship!”  You did not want to see her sink with it.

48.    You are so focused on voting, you forget the existence of your friends.

49.   You have maxed out your votes, so you remember your dear pretty good friendly friends.

50.    Your family members started saying, “I know you will do it/this/that, if Jane tells you so!” when you do not help with the chores etc., as you are busy with your online campaign/pex, twitter..etc.

51.    You are almost 30 and you wonder why you are so caught up in the middle of these PBB shenanigans. But you want her as the Big Winner, because you believe in her. And so you do not mind the shenanigans. You vote, you donate.

52.    You are over 30 and you wonder why you are so caught up in the middle of these PBB shenanigans. BUT you want her as the Big Winner, because you BELIEVE in her. And so you do not mind the shenanigans. You vote, you donate. MORE.

53.    More than half of these confessions remind you of your funny, adorable, intelligent, and jane self...I mean, sane self.

54.    You try to say it again—OUT LOUD, just to be more convincing— I am still funny, adorable, intelligent, and SANE. Go on. One more, eh?

55.    You have found friendly friends in people you have met in Pex forums, twitter, etc. You bonded over something you all believe in.

56.   You wonder if you are all crazy. You decided it does not matter.

57.    You try to read through, until the end of this list even if your eyes are burning.

58.    You are planning to go on a long, relaxing absolutely stress-free (and Salonpas-free) vacation—when the Big Night is over. The night when you hear that LONE ONE-SYLLABLE NAME proclaimed as the Big Winner. And you feel that you are as well.

In the horizon, where we lost track of time...

We ought to post more, to write more. After all, we find some degree of profound joy in writing or scribbling, right?  Well, for whatever it is worth, I am sorry. Je suis désolé. Je sais je peux etre tres paresseux parfois. I am practicing my French, which is still pas tres bien.

Hours come and go, days come and go, weeks come and go, months come and go: at times we do not notice at all. And we do wonder why. The present will tend to kick a person once in a while though--even ones oblivious as we are. Things rush through the mind like a vengeful and unrelenting flood. What can a meager mortal do before such wrath--wrath of one's very own psyche? Dites-moi.... Oh well.

We went to dine in a "floating restaurant", which is an hour and a half away from the city, about two months ago. It was not actually floating, though it was built on the shoreline so there is water below; but they call it as such. The food was okay, though in retrospect, not really worth all the travelling time and the money.

But at least we got to take these photos:

The view makes one go on a ponderous mood. 

P.S. Never-mind the third person plural - first person shifts. We are quite fou like that.

I Carry Your Heart With Me, by e.e. cummings

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

~e. e. cummings

You can listen to my attempt at poetry reading HERE>>>> i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart).

This is one of my favorite poetry pieces from Edward Estlin Cummings, a poet who has published almost a thousand poems. How prolific, eh?

For some reason this poem reminds me greatly of Neruda's Sonnet XVII. Both make me think: This is how one should love, if one should love at all! Just one heart, one soul...there is no I, nor you.

And I am not sentimental...

Soneto XVII by Pablo Neruda

Because I know no other way...

It is beautiful.
Here is the English translation from poemhunter.com.

Sonnet XVII

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.



My attempt at poetry reading:

Click HERE to listen to Sonnet XVII (English, eh?)

Click HERE to listen to Soneto XVII (Original)




Pablo Neruda  (July 12, 1904 – September 23, 1973), born Neftali Ricardo Reyes Basoalto was a Chilean poet, diplomat and politican. For me, he was a poet above all else.

                          

Surfing in Siargao Island

I know this is no longer fresh. This should have been a January post. Even so....


When a friend of mine sent me an sms last October 2012 saying "Girls, let's try surfing in Siargao!" , I thought it was just one of those days when someone happened to think of something (usually a wishful thinking) out of the blue and just want to get the words out. Thinking out loud, so to speak. Like "I want to be an astronaut! " or "Let's fly to the moon!" or  something much simple like "I want to eat halo-halo!" (and it's in the middle of the night). However, succeeding messages indicated that someone is indeed serious about something. Cebu Pacific's having a seat sale  promo for January 2013 flights! It's just a little over Php 3,000.00, fare plus three days and two nights accommodation! M is in! So how can a person resist, right? I was going to say No, but I remembered saying No to every travel proposition they have ever made (Alcoy, Bantayan, Bohol, Baguio, Hongkong, and the list goes on).  

No, that's all they get from me. I sound quite boring, eh? Okay, so I may have a pseudo-reputation of being boring, weird, 'living a monotonous life', etcetera; and well, I don't really mind. But, I said "okay I'm game for 2013". For a change. I do not really have an aversion to traveling--I do love traveling, or at least the idea of it. The thing is, when I want to go somewhere I tend do a lot of research first, that at the end of my cyber quest it already feels like I've been to the actual place. And I am exhausted. So, nah. I tend to dismiss the thought. Plus I'm happy I did not spend a cent. Well, I find that this sort of disposition is quite useful, as there are a lot of places I  badly want to go to--but my pocket could never afford (well, I could go on a one-way trip^-^) such kind of travels (say Paris, or Peru?). For instance, I love Pablo Neruda and his "The Heights of Macchu Picchu" (Las Alturas de Macchu Picchu) made me quite infatuated with the ancient city, that for a time it was all I see when I close my eyes (plus the Incas running to and fro). So I decided to research about the place and I was taken to Peru, to (modern) Cuzco and met the amazing Incas who were not only master builders but also master engineers. I also watched Nova: Ghosts of Machu Picchu five times. Oh, you get the picture. Perhaps, I am good at 'living inside my head'. Now, back to Siargao topic. It was settled, the three of us girls are going. But I told my self I would just go along, that I would not really go surfing. Oh well.

Not Siargao but Machu Picchu. Take me to Machu Picchu, please?

Then came the day. January 25, 2013, Friday. Mactan International Airport Cebu. Our flight schedule was 10:20 a.m. and arrival time was supposed to be 11:10 a.m, but it only took us less than 40 minutes and viola, we we were in Siargao! Great. The resort offered to pick us up from the aiport for a fee of Php1,200. Naturally, we declined (tightwads!). "Tricycle" ride would only cost us Php 150.00 - 200.00 per head. We agreed to pay Php 500.00 for the three of us; and thus begin our 40-minute ride to the resort.

The road to surfing is paved with good intentions. It is also quite long.

The resort: Patrick's on the Beach. We haven't met Patrick though.

This is us: Cottage #15. Sweet.

            Our cute cottage: with two comfy beds, bathroom, AC (and wall fan),
                       TV, mini-ref  and lots more. What more can you ask for?

Sneaking in, eh?

The cottage I covet. Should have been our tree house.

We had our lunch along the way; so after we settled in and arranged our things in our little cottage, my friendly friends wasted no time and decided to go surfing. Apparently the package includes a one-hour session with a surfing instructor, and island jumping (only two islands, you have to pay extra for additional islands); though you can use the resort's facilities and equipment to your heart's content for free. They were both really ecstatic, plus the surf board looks so nice, that I decided to join the club.

First thing's first: Surfboard for beginners. Do not be ashamed.

We had to ride a motorbike to get to the surfing area.

Bumpy ride, eh? Did not stop me from clicking the camera.

The famous surfing spot. But we had to be contented with the area for beginners (or whispers: a.m.a.t.e.u.r.s).             Nah, we can not even be considered as 'amateurs'. I think our break was called Jacking Horse?

There you go: My friend M, carrying the board like a pro.

Our surfing instructor.

This is how you do it girls: My friend J and I on the boards.*

J in action. Perfect form, eh?*

M in action. Like a pro.

                                                 C'est moi. Contended on being able to stand on the board.                                                                    (Piece of advice: wear appropriate outfit.)

Can't remember why I was laughing so hard. I think I've gone mad.

We ended up paying the instructor for an extra hour (Php 1,200.00). After taking shower, we decided to order food for dinner. And they gave us our welcome drinks: Home Made YoHoHo Mango. I had to say no to it since I don't drink anything remotely related to liquor.

Patrick’s on the Beach offers a wide selection of international and local delicacies. They serve delightful dishes from 15 different countries.  We had fresh yogurt (with different fruits), burger, burrito, and chicken adobo. Mango shake was not available at the time, so we ordered banana shake instead which was not so bad.

Exhausting, eh?

welcome drinks: Home Made YoHoHo Mango

Fresh Yogurt. Yum.

Sleeping that night was not a problem at all. Exhaustion is a wonderful lullaby. By the way, I saw fireflies. They were magnificent.

The following day, Saturday, J and M decided to go surfing again sans instructor (and I became the documentarist), before our island hopping which was scheduled at noon.

Against all odds. Second day, surfing sans instructor.

Wondering: what are those two ladies doing? Are they surfing...?

MEANWHILE on the shore, I was Clicking Away. Click 1.

Click 2.

Click 3.

Click 4. Careless and free. I long to be.

Click 5.

 It is called indiscriminate clicking.

They are waiting for lunch.

Patrick's boat, I suppose. Through the ring.

Not so happy feet.

Moi. In contemplative mode. Or just hungry. (photo take by M)

Written in the sand.

Finally! LUNCH: burgers, chips and banana shake.

Naked Island. Signed, M.

Dako Island.

I stand before you. Dako Island and its white sandy beach. (Photo taken by M)

Passing by  Guyam Island. Nice trees!

Now this is SURFING.

And this.

We agreed to have our dinner at Kalinaw Restaurant and Resort as someone told M that their pizza es muy delicioso. But before we head out to Kalinaw, we went strolling. Just strolling. To summon our hunger.

Long and winding. But wonderful.

I walk alone.

Police station. Bluer than blue.

The church.

This way, please.

Be enthralled, it says.

Kalinaw. This is it.

And this.

And this. M clicks. We don't smile.

                          French bread avec quelque chose on top. Can't remember what this is called.                                               We  had to order something else first because they don't serve pizza before 7 p.m.

                                     The star of the night: Royal Kalinaw (cooked in an Italian wood-fire oven)                                                                      A medley of ham, mushrooms, mozzarella, topped with an egg.  

Royal Kalinaw is a medley of ham, mushrooms, mozzarella, topped with an egg. It matches well with their sauce which is basically olive oil and garlic. Notice it's a bit burnt. Perhaps our fault, we were too early. The temperature of the wood-fire oven was still so high. I guess they really have to wait for the oven to cool down a bit--to reach its ideal temperature. Oh well. It was still good. The egg added an interesting taste to the ensemble. I also liked their mango shake. It was like...well, mango. The bill amounted to almost Php 1,300.00. For three persons, not that bad (meaning it is a bit bad). Nah, I would have been perfectly happy if the pizza was cooked to perfection.  So it goes.


Homeward bound the next day, Sunday. I am glad I said yes  to Siargao. It is a nice place--clean, peaceful. The kind of serenity that is inherent in nature seems to transfer to you when you look across the sea or listen to its voice in the early morn. Yes, despite the roaring waves. I can understand why a lot of foreigners are enamored with the place. They are seduced by such simple yet beautiful lifestyle.


Oh, and the people are friendly and honest.

So long Siargao horizon, so long.

Three Musketeers against the Light: M, moi and J.

Goodbye.

Turns out a happy camper after all.

* (Sorry for the smiley, not sure I can show their faces since I haven't asked for permission to do  so.  Well, not that they would ever know of this blog.)