Monday, March 01, 2010

Bacolod: City of Smiles?

mga suplada ang mga taga-Bacolod? i silently asked myself as two Bacolod friends shared small trivias about their city. people of Bacolods (how are you called nga ba, Bacolodons?), they say, are:
 
1. suplada (daw);
2. asthmatic (or have lung problems); and
3. loves to eat
 
indeed, Bacolod has a big appetite. food abundantly abound the city, especially in the long stretch of Lacson Street. there are a number of Japanese resto. Kaisei is one. the best!
 
Bacolod loves to eat because they do not have much to do in their small city and the finest beach is 3-4 hours away.
 
as to their lung problems, sugarcane milling caused them. mills spew substances that are harmful to lungs. the sickness is "seasonal" though because milling is also seasonal. they funnily added, Bacolod is rich when people suffer from lung problems. obviously, sugarcane is Negros main crops. 
 
Bacolod is suplada (daw) because people (including the poor) really felt and behaved wealthy. the rich lifestyle  of many hacienderos or big feudal lords este landowners in Bacolod is so immense, it trickled down to the poorest (the asinderos, as one taxi driver joked). such affluence included an elitist attitude: snobbish. Bacolod is so rich (daw), it once was known as Paris of the Philippines. 
 
well, my two friends might be right in the causes of such frowning trivia, id initially disagree. for one, they both are friendly and not suplada, even on our first meeting. second, the JS promers who walked in the plaza where i jogged were all smiling.
 
Bacolod is another great small city with its food, old magnificent churches, ancestral houses, wide streets and Silay City. what only frowned me is the first crook taxi driver, who tried taking advantage of me as new to the city. kung naa pa ka diri sa Davao, patay ka na hahahahaha  
 

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San Carlos-Bacolod-San Carlos

San Carlos is a small town of Negros Occidental. it has a community
relatively same with Dapitan City, but fewer old houses and wider
roads. you could smell Danding Cojuangco in the air with the vast
sugarcane plantation. you would be cruising through a winding road,
like Baguio City or Badas, Mati, from San Carlos to Bacolod. my city
has a greener hillside though. as you reach the hilltop, mountain
resorts began to show-edifices that pose stark contrast of the
surrounding poverty and denuded mountain.

vendors of mais, salbaro and budbud rushed in at the bus stop, and so
as the cold breeze like Baguio City or Buda. landscape gradually
changed as the bus continued. you would see small patches of the likes
of Chocolate Hills of Bohol and Rice Terraces.

now, im really awake for the real reason—scenic views and brewing
coffee (even if im not a coffee lover), pine trees and, of course, Mt.
Kanlaon.

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Saturday, February 27, 2010

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I really thought i got tired traveling. Man is indeed nomadic, reminding me of Johnny walker-keep walking. What's more odd. I'm becoming to love David Archuleta. I replayed his songs en route to Bacolod city. Ewww popstars, but I'm eating my words...for David...for now...and for Jordan Spstks too (no air).

I wanted to sleep. Really. But first travel to a new destination is a no-no. I must watch the sea. Must see the ships, the boats, the fishermen, the sea...and the sea. There's not much really to enjoy between Toledo-San Carlos. And most passengers were asleep. It's just that it is my first to cruise this route.

I looked to the sea through two ship's side doors. I itched to stand by one of the doors and have a wider look of the sea. I'm a lefty, so, I stood in the left door. I watched the sea then slept until the boat ride was bumpy and noisy.

I finally reached San Carlos, Negros Occidental :)

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Friday, February 19, 2010

River One (Davao River rafting)

sakay na! paddle na with River One, the newest, more fun way of rafting Davao River 

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Thursday, February 18, 2010

Flake and

God has always been good to me. ewan ko nga ba bakit? that is why i often claim myself to be his most loved son. He never left me unhappy. He did sometime, but not too long. 

ewan ko nga ba bakit? di na man ako mabait na anak. di rin ako mapagdasal. di rin ako masyadong nakikinig tuwing magsisimba ako. 

honestly, problems are rare and happiness is not new to me. and this month, most especially, and back were my greatest life-turning points. my family, my new job, new friends...then, Ney, my flake, are God's great gifts.

except for my family, everything else were surprise gifts. each gift is special on their own, but Ney is extra special. she is like a snowflake, too impossible to fall in a tropics. she is my universe, now. i dont know God's plan, but, hopefully, she will forever be. 

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Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Ode to Greta

it took me five blank lines to start this ode for greta-my (once) greta. perfectly (and coincidentally) woven with Up Dharma Down's Hiwaga, i am again taken back to our almost five years together. 

the thought was so nostalgic, i replayed the song. 

greta, who's celebrating her birthday today, is really a big charm, sensible talker and very intelligent. im not even exaggerating, but she really is.

i had countless great (and amusing) memories about her aside from charm and intelligence. from her little black dress to her endless joyfulness, and cute tempers. but what i always love about her is her big appetite. i was already hinted of her appetite even in our first meeting in McDonalds SM. she proudly ordered chicken meal with extra rice while her friends just ordered french fries and burger. that moment was just an endless reminder of her. 

she also has a tremendous but good impatience. she is so impatient, she exudes self-motivation-the very reason why she succeeded and reached a career high. she once even exceeded my salary. she did it all by herself (and God, of course). 

happy birthday, grets. this ode is certainly incomplete because you are larger than life. i hope you will find your happy pill, your happiness, your greater success. 

well, she will! 

besides, greta has always meant great, even when misspelled. 

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Monday, February 15, 2010

Flowers or tikoy? None!

The street was empty. No single trace of a special day, not even a red pair that makes you look stupid (and unloved) if you walk alone.

Lovers must have been unoccupied of exchanging flowers. Or it could have been tikoy is more popular in the market than a flower because it is cheaper.

Poor love, must be? But shouldn't year of the tiger be bullish (or tigerish)?

Well, I don't care! I'm in my beloved city of durian for flake and...love-what else!

It was a weekend, I'd say. A great one! Good heavens. It created Valentine's day.

Until next, my love :)

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