Because everyday is Christmas

All I want for Christmas is this:


1. ’tis awesome.
2. iz rainy day me no umbrella.
3. it lights up when in use.
4. iz a lightsaber.
5. i want this i want this.
6. iz awesome.
7. meesa likey likey soooo muy much.
8. i wanna be a jedi.


Perks of Living Alone. Or not.

They say that you can be alone and never be lonely – you have your good old bottle of beer or a few books to give you warmth during those lonely nights, and even days. But here’s a question, “Why would you want to be alone?”

In a month of living alone, I have discovered, or maybe affirmed, the following perks and some corresponding boohoos of pulling off an Ally McBeal:

1. You’re free, ‘nuff said.

Or at least you thought you are. With all the rental fees and bills, there’s no such thing as free breakfast, indeed.

2. You can do whatever you want, whenever, wherever. You can smoke while having your morning coffee, at the comforts of your room (but you have to have your air freshener ready). You can go someplace else and not be ‘repatriated’. You can fart, pick your nose, prick your zits, peel some scabs, and there’s no one to judge you.

It’s as if no one cares. Literally and figuratively.

3. You’re a Cinderella no more! There’s no one to nag you to go home while you’re out with your friends, enjoying a beautiful night. You can come home super late, or very early the next day and you’ll have no problems sneaking quietly in to your room.

4. You’ll learn how to really be independent, and domesticated. You’ll learn how to cook (and eat whatever you want, at your own expense), how to wash the dishes (you really have to), how to wash your underwear (and have your clothes laundered by other people), and how to clean your room (uh yeah, every once in a while).

 There’s no one to get you water, or make you coffee during a big hangover. Or cook you lunch when you’re too sluggish to move. Basically, you have no one to depend on but yourself.

 5. You’ll have time to think, and list, all the other perks of living alone.

You’ll have time to think whether you really can, or in fact, are ready, to live alone.

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Live. Love. Survive. In Potipot.

Of the 7, 107 islands in the Philippine archipelago, one would attempt to conquer as much islands as he can. But with all grandeur and magnificence of each of these land masses, one would surely befall into its charms, paving way for yet another cruising and [mis]adventures.

So last April, albeit my jam-packed summer schedule, I went back to the most “chill” place I’ve ever been to, the island of Potipot in Candelaria, Zambales.

It was our second time to go to Potipot, and the nth for one of my friends, so presumably, we could just shrug off the planning for this trip. However, luck’s sort of against our side so we end up installing ourselves on the floor of the bus. For four good hours.

After the long drive, we immediately headed off to the market for some last-minute food buying then proceeded to Ate Minda’s hut. Ate Minda is an all-time fave, should my friends or I decide to have an instant weekend getaway. Last time we hired her services, it was only her boat and ice carrier that we had put to good use. But last April, she already has an all-out sari-sari store – from ice cold soda to cigarettes to blocks and blocks of ice.

Anyway, we rested for some minutes, waiting for her boat to transport us to the island. Ate Minda served us coffee, while we tried to pick mangoes from her tree, and uh yeah, ride the bicycle.

At around eight in the morning, we were all set to once again, marvel at Potipot’s splendor. It will only take 8-10 minutes for one to transfer from the mainland to the shores of Potipot. Enough time for us for some cam-whoring.

The last time we went to Potipot (daytrip), we were so empty-handed. We didn’t know the island has neither commercial establishments nor even a person who sells food or whathaveyous. So this time, on our comeback, we wanted to get even. Mehe. We were prepared like hell with our forthcoming camping life.

For the two days that we stayed in the island, we were able to feast ourselves with sumptuous meals we ourselves haven’t thought of having. With the grillers available in the island and our own cooking set, we satiated ourselves with inihaw na pusit, stuffed bangus, itlog na maalat with kamatis, and some canned goods. Not to mention that we even cooked our own rice!

I’d still like to consider Potipot as a virgin island, so if you’re gonna go there for some recreational and worthwhile fun, you may be disappointed. Honestly, there’s not much to do in Potipot aside from your usual swim and just some chilling. But my friends and I were able to maximize our ‘fun moments’.

(1) We spent most of our time in the water, doing uh, random stuff.

(2) Played toss-catch-fall on the ground-pick it up ultimate.

(3) And uh yeah, a lot of camwhoring.

Potipot. You will always be loved.