It was 6:55 pm on a Wednesday night, and I was at the MCIAA terminal lounge waiting to board Flight No. 5J 547, when all of a sudden I heard a fellow passenger hum the song, "Saying goodbye is never an easy thing... but we never said that we'd stay forever..." I couldn’t help but initially cringe a little. With the setting and all, it was cheesy enough to make you think we were playing a scene out of a Tagalog movie of the same title. But then, I guess, for many of us there leaving Cebu for awhile or for long, it really didn't matter especially when the chorus lines were already racing through our heads, "Love will lead you back... love will lead you back to my heart (or is that “arms”?)..." Aww.
Indeed, no matter how often we do it, saying goodbye is never an easy thing. Just a few weeks ago, I said my farewells to beloved colleagues and my job of three years and truly it was, as Shakespeare once put it, "such sweet sorrow". On the one hand, you feel like a part of you just died as you lay to rest something so comfortable and familiar. On the other hand, you also feel reborn as you open yourself to new adventures and other interesting highways in life.
I looked around the terminal and wondered what or who these other passengers were also saying goodbye to. Would they be boarding this plane with mixed emotions just as I am? Maybe the OFW saying goodbye to her family of ten; or the lover I saw huddling in a corner earlier trying to use up as many "last minutes" as possible with her partner; or even the corporate executive still glued to his laptop, not quite able to say goodbye just yet to his emails or PowerPoint presentation…
Five minutes to takeoff and there we were on board 5J 547 with seatbelts properly buckled, while the song still plays fresh in my mind. Blast this LSS. I guess there’s no time like the present to download some goodbye thoughts:
The Why-oh-Why
When someone says goodbye, there are inevitable questions. Foremost is, we want to know why. Some conversations flow like this:
Friend 1: Why are you leaving?
You: I feel it’s time to move on.
Friend 2: Aha! You’re going to get married. (Ouch)
Friend 3: Why aren’t we invited?!
Friend 4: No, no, no… she’s going to do an “eat, pray, love”… travel the world (sounds good to me)
Friend 1: I don’t remember where you said you were going (I didn’t say)
Friend 2: Aha! You’re going abroad to apply for work.
Friend 3: Uh-oh, you’re not moving to the competition, right?
Friend 4: Why not, if the price is right…
Friend 5: You’re all wrong. She’s going to change careers, be a theatre actress and join the Wicked musical! (what an idea!)
Clearly, for you, it’s none of the above. But their reasons make more sense than your simple, “I want to move on”, so you just nod and say, “I believe you’re all correct.” And everyone cheers.
Apparently, when saying goodbye, you have to have a “very good reason” for leaving, or your well-meaning colleagues or friends will pull one out of thin air just for you. Case in point: Piolo Pascual. And then it's not enough to have an acceptable reason for leaving, you have to explain this carefully to each and everyone you know -- from family to friends, colleagues and, maybe, even to your followers on Twitter. Yes, saying goodbye is definitely not an easy thing.
Cleaning the Cave
With every goodbye comes spring… spring cleaning, that is. Clearing office space for one, which had been your cave for some years, always fascinates me. Where did all that stuff come from? Just how much paper does one accummulate in 3 years? Averse to useless baggage, here you thought you were already a master of disposing stuff and yet, there’s still a lot. And oh, isn’t it just scary to completely empty a recycle bin?
What about those reference files you felt were important enough to leave behind so neatly stacked in a corner… would anyone even care a month from now? And then, just before you could decide to throw or not to throw your favorite post-its, friends start to descend, hang around with small talk, and...
Friend 1: I just love your desk. Can I have it when you go? Mine’s too small.
Friend 2: Oh, look at that cute stuffed toy. It’s going to be lonely when you go. Why not transfer it to my cube?
Friend 3: Can I have your sign pen?
You: Which one, the blue one or black one?
Friend 3: Um, both of it?
Friend 4: I’ll take the rest.
By the time you’ve thrown or deleted the last piece, you slowly circle the room one more time and wonder how, even in its bareness, it still seems strangely full.
The Goodbye Parties
In the Philippines, we don't make it easy for anyone to leave. In fact, we make productions out of goodbyes. A person leaving has to live through not just one, but a series of emotional rollercoasters called despedida parties, where you are obliged to make a speech, endure a heart wrenching toast, or hug and assure everyone you will keep in touch (a promise too often forgotten). As if this isn't daunting enough, if you’re flying to a new place, your family and friends will organize an airport caravan to give you the proper Pinoy send-off, complete with last supper, tear-jerking goodbyes, and of course, multiple photo-ops. Very typical airport scene, isn’t it? By the time you finally get to leave, you are already properly exhausted and whirling with mixed emotions. And yeah, missing the hell out of everyone, even the annoying what’s-his-face.
The Flight
For me though, the most difficult part about saying goodbye is being asked and having to answer the question: Quo Vadis? Or, where are you going? Especially, when the truth is, sometimes, we leave not to really go to another point, but simply to move, to go.
As rational beings, we have this compulsion to organize how things go, to keep them from falling apart. To say that we are leaving and walking towards a future of “Who Knows?” might instigate some distress in the hearts of our dear friends. For the purposes of security and comfort perhaps, people need to know that you are completely in order in your life. This is how we tend to keep the balance of things.
There are moments, however, when the soul wants what it wants for no apparent reason. There are times when we need to get off the grid, to defy gravity even, so we can eventually get a better orientation from the heart. We fly to get a better perspective. And often, when we say goodbye to follow the heart, we end up saying “hello” to a happier and much more fulfilled life, whatever that is for us.
So, Quo Vadis, you ask? Currently, Flight 5J 547 is taking us to Singapore. For now, this would have to be enough. I may not know the final destination yet, but from this point on, I go where the heart is.
-- SunStar Weekend, December 17, 2011
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Dance of Darkness
I never quite know what to expect every time theater veteran and creative guru Mr. Alex Uypuanco invites us to watch intimate plays at the upper floor of Handuraw along Gorordo Avenue. To see a group of talented individuals (with day jobs, mind you) loosely come together at night to perform snippets of everyday life or stray thoughts for the weary and the restless, one couldn’t help but sit up and say, PAK!
The gift of alternate realities in the city is at times a relief, a surprise, and most often, surreal. One play I watched drew in my mind Alanis’ guitar and her questions: What if God was one of us? If God had a name, what would it be? Or something like that.
Then, in another play, I watched a pretty girl struggle to fit into the ‘normal’ world with her penchant for cooking and eating people with ‘dead’ souls. For this lovely, calm maneater, after all, it’s all just a matter of perspective. Pak!
Then, just recently, another opportunity came to watch what would have to be the most disturbing performance of them all—Russ Ligtas’ Three Lullabies (tulo ka laylay), which uses a strange art form called (ahem) “Butoh”.
Accordingly, “Butoh”, also described as “Dance of Darkness” or “Dance of the Dark Soul”, is a contemporary avant-garde dance form which originated in post-war Japan in the late fifties. It is said that this movement was born out of a search for a new identity, to establish meaning for a society after defeat. Various reports attribute its origins to Japanese dance legends Tatsumi Hijikata and Kazuo Ohno. Controversial and yet universal in its expression, it combines dance, theater and improvisation, with influences of traditional Japanese and German Expressionist dance (Neue Tanz). As I searched online, I learned that Butoh has evolved into an international art form with artists and groups devoted to teaching and performing it in East and South-East Asia, North and South America, Europe, Australia, New Zealand and Hawaii.
As it happens, Cebu’s own Russ Ligtas boldly introduced this fascinating art form to a handful of curious, even clueless, audience in Handuraw just a few weeks ago. So I sat there among 30 or so people in the darkened room, with my eyes trained on the lone spotlight. Soon enough the haunting voice of Chai Fonacier filled the room with a 1950s song, drawing out “the creature” for the First Act- “Lullaby of the Lifeless”.
All at once, we were arrested by the sight of a man, covered in white make-up (just like mime, yes) and grotesque costume, with clawed hands, twisting about and making crazy faces, seemingly possessed. Ladies and gentlemen, apparently this was no ordinary performer, this Russ Ligtas. It was more like…Oh, hello Halloween!
Forget The Grudge or that long-haired little girl Samara in The Ring or, even the Wicked Witches on Hallow’s Eve. Before us was already a creature with the propensity to torment our soul and imagination. Nearly nude with red-rimmed eyes rolling about and a mouth alternately opened in silent screams… just charming.
I began to realize that Butoh is not for the frail. In the Second Act, “A Fluke Among Flukes”, I watched ‘the creature’ dance to nocturnal visitations and epiphanies made even more eerie with guest collaborator Mr. Raymund Fernandez smoothly playing the saxophone in the background. Absurd incantations like “Pop!” “Swing” “Take off your hat, take off your hat, take off your hat…” lent white noise to the darkness, as one dreams of death.
In the Final Act- “Laylay ni Mortisio” (Mortisio’s Lullaby), I watched ‘the creature’ struggle between sleep and wakefulness, his fetus-like body unfolding, writhing and striking odd poses on the floor.
At this point, allow me to borrow a Poem by Laurence Rawlins. Among the researched material I could get my hands on in an attempt to understand Butoh, this for me captures the most the essence of what I had just watched:
Enter the stage,
It is sacred; the dream begins...
I am a man, I am a woman, I am no one, I am everyone.
At times it feels that I am not human,
The raging monster begins to surface,
He dies, my blood seeps into the ocean,
Salt, fish, seaweed
I am being pulled by the moon,
The ebb and flow lulls me into timelessness,
The constellations reflects on the sea.
Ah... this is the realm of Butoh
Okay now, really, when you think about it, how weird can you get? In Butoh, there is no set style and the movements seem to be purely conceptual as it explores the unconscious, the realm of the imagination, darkness and shadows. While it could easily be the strangest art form some of us had ever seen, at least it dares to spite our consciousness and tickle our sense for the absurd.
Admittedly, not all intimate plays or movement is easy to understand. At times, they leave us more confused, numb, or just bored. But then maybe, some art are not meant to be reconciled in the mind. Maybe, if we just for a moment allow ourselves to get lost, we can be found and led to where art is supposed to take us. If we don’t experience the darkness, how else would we learn to dance towards the light? I guess that’s why I find Butoh, no matter how appalling or strange, somehow sublimely beautiful.
And oh, congratulations to Russ Ligtas for bravely dancing in the dark.
--SunStar Weekend, November 12, 2011
The gift of alternate realities in the city is at times a relief, a surprise, and most often, surreal. One play I watched drew in my mind Alanis’ guitar and her questions: What if God was one of us? If God had a name, what would it be? Or something like that.
Then, in another play, I watched a pretty girl struggle to fit into the ‘normal’ world with her penchant for cooking and eating people with ‘dead’ souls. For this lovely, calm maneater, after all, it’s all just a matter of perspective. Pak!
Then, just recently, another opportunity came to watch what would have to be the most disturbing performance of them all—Russ Ligtas’ Three Lullabies (tulo ka laylay), which uses a strange art form called (ahem) “Butoh”.
Accordingly, “Butoh”, also described as “Dance of Darkness” or “Dance of the Dark Soul”, is a contemporary avant-garde dance form which originated in post-war Japan in the late fifties. It is said that this movement was born out of a search for a new identity, to establish meaning for a society after defeat. Various reports attribute its origins to Japanese dance legends Tatsumi Hijikata and Kazuo Ohno. Controversial and yet universal in its expression, it combines dance, theater and improvisation, with influences of traditional Japanese and German Expressionist dance (Neue Tanz). As I searched online, I learned that Butoh has evolved into an international art form with artists and groups devoted to teaching and performing it in East and South-East Asia, North and South America, Europe, Australia, New Zealand and Hawaii.
As it happens, Cebu’s own Russ Ligtas boldly introduced this fascinating art form to a handful of curious, even clueless, audience in Handuraw just a few weeks ago. So I sat there among 30 or so people in the darkened room, with my eyes trained on the lone spotlight. Soon enough the haunting voice of Chai Fonacier filled the room with a 1950s song, drawing out “the creature” for the First Act- “Lullaby of the Lifeless”.
All at once, we were arrested by the sight of a man, covered in white make-up (just like mime, yes) and grotesque costume, with clawed hands, twisting about and making crazy faces, seemingly possessed. Ladies and gentlemen, apparently this was no ordinary performer, this Russ Ligtas. It was more like…Oh, hello Halloween!
Forget The Grudge or that long-haired little girl Samara in The Ring or, even the Wicked Witches on Hallow’s Eve. Before us was already a creature with the propensity to torment our soul and imagination. Nearly nude with red-rimmed eyes rolling about and a mouth alternately opened in silent screams… just charming.
I began to realize that Butoh is not for the frail. In the Second Act, “A Fluke Among Flukes”, I watched ‘the creature’ dance to nocturnal visitations and epiphanies made even more eerie with guest collaborator Mr. Raymund Fernandez smoothly playing the saxophone in the background. Absurd incantations like “Pop!” “Swing” “Take off your hat, take off your hat, take off your hat…” lent white noise to the darkness, as one dreams of death.
In the Final Act- “Laylay ni Mortisio” (Mortisio’s Lullaby), I watched ‘the creature’ struggle between sleep and wakefulness, his fetus-like body unfolding, writhing and striking odd poses on the floor.
At this point, allow me to borrow a Poem by Laurence Rawlins. Among the researched material I could get my hands on in an attempt to understand Butoh, this for me captures the most the essence of what I had just watched:
Enter the stage,
It is sacred; the dream begins...
I am a man, I am a woman, I am no one, I am everyone.
At times it feels that I am not human,
The raging monster begins to surface,
He dies, my blood seeps into the ocean,
Salt, fish, seaweed
I am being pulled by the moon,
The ebb and flow lulls me into timelessness,
The constellations reflects on the sea.
Ah... this is the realm of Butoh
Okay now, really, when you think about it, how weird can you get? In Butoh, there is no set style and the movements seem to be purely conceptual as it explores the unconscious, the realm of the imagination, darkness and shadows. While it could easily be the strangest art form some of us had ever seen, at least it dares to spite our consciousness and tickle our sense for the absurd.
Admittedly, not all intimate plays or movement is easy to understand. At times, they leave us more confused, numb, or just bored. But then maybe, some art are not meant to be reconciled in the mind. Maybe, if we just for a moment allow ourselves to get lost, we can be found and led to where art is supposed to take us. If we don’t experience the darkness, how else would we learn to dance towards the light? I guess that’s why I find Butoh, no matter how appalling or strange, somehow sublimely beautiful.
And oh, congratulations to Russ Ligtas for bravely dancing in the dark.
--SunStar Weekend, November 12, 2011
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Commercial Break
Spoiled by today’s uninterrupted cable shows, dvds, instant downloads and online streaming—some people get easily impatient about commercial breaks. While I understand how painful it is to watch a 20-minute show for a full hour or how the fingers itch to block those pop-ups and crawling ads on our screens, I often remind myself that whether we like it or not, these commercials are the lifeblood of TV shows. No matter how annoying they may be, we cannot deny that they do make it possible for our favorite shows to come into our realities.
In some occasions, I even find myself looking forward to these breaks -- times when the show is quite uninspiring or too violent and gory that I need a moment to catch my breath; or times when I need to pee or return those missed calls.
Even when it comes to writing, when words are scarce or inspiration is dry, sometimes all it takes is a distraction to get the ball rolling. Sometimes, a simple break could be a springboard to a great lead. Like those trailers in between movies, they sort of warm us up for the main feature.
In this light, before we move on to some serious stuff this weekend, allow me to warm you up for a few minutes with this entry. At the risk of annoying you once more, let me share with you my version of a commercial break:
There were about five press releases and an advertorial waiting for me to write into being. And it was one of those nights when relevant words were out partying by the beach. So, while waiting for them to return home, I searched for the perfect distraction and found it -- yahoo! -- on my sink.
That particular night, I decided to test Ariel’s power. No, not the Little Mermaid Ariel from under the sea… but superpower Ariel the laundry detergent.
When I was in Cagayan de Oro a few years back, one of my and my cousin’s favorite bonding moments was doing laundry together. She was the one who showed me the proper way to wash certain clothes. She was the one who introduced me to the power of Ariel.
As she said, Ariel is made in such a way that you need not hand wash clothes too much or too strongly or too long. All you’ve got to do is soak the clothes in a bucket of water mixed with Ariel powder and just leave it for a few minutes. The powder does some kind of dance -- let’s just call it magic – that removes dirt automatically. If you’re not using a washing machine though, it might pay to do some handwashing after for a bit. But not necessarily too much or too long.
Me, I’ve always hated doing laundry. But I remember at that time being so amazed by the dirt-removing power of Ariel that I voluntarily washed clothes a couple of times more. Frankly, I couldn’t tell the “before and after” difference (they just look clean to me). Nor could I really tell if Ariel compared to other laundry bars actually has its own special magic. But just the thought of those little enzymes attacking invisible dirt and oil and weaving its own special fragrance over the battlefield of whites and coloreds was enough to arouse my imagination into overdrive.
Anyway, that night, I found my thoughts drifting back again and again like the Tide to that particular lesson once upon a time. But this little experiment had nothing to do with clothes though. For I’ve decided to test Ariel’s power instead on the stained takeout styro, which previously contained the Chicken Parmesan from a fastfood joint.
To prevent insects (ants, roaches, and what-have-yous) from claiming my room, I’ve taken to the habit of washing every little food/drink container or trash before I throw them in the garbage can. All right I admit I’m freaky this way, but hello--Roaches? I’ll take my own freakiness over theirs anytime.
Anyway, this particular styro’s tomato sauce stain was hard to remove. And since I have no plans of going outside just to throw it when I have these overwhelming assignments on hand, I needed to do something.
So inspired by Ariel, I set out to do my little experiment.
I. Problem: Is Ariel powerful enough to drive the styro sauce stain into extinction without outside force?
II. Objective: To find out answer of the problem before writing deadline.
III. Hypothesis: Yes, it is!
IV. Materials: Celfone clock, stained styro, a cup of water, 7 pinches of Ariel powder
V. Procedure:
1. Do a preliminary wash of styro, particularly on its problem area, using running water for 10 seconds.
2. Pour a cup of tap water to the styro container.
3. Add 7 pinches of Ariel powder and stir with fingers
4. Check results every 30 minutes thereafter until curiosity is satisfied or boredom settles in
VI. Findings
30 minutes: No visible change
1 hour: stain is lighter
2 hours: stain is even lighter but still visible
3 hours: hey, I’m not that patient! No way am I waiting till the third hour.
VII. Conclusion
1. Let’s just say Ariel has potential.
2. I believe I’ve wasted enough wacky, senseless words to go back to writing serious, boring stuff for a few hours. So I did.
Disclaimer: This is in no way a paid advertisement. Nor did the writer receive little packets of Ariel for writing this piece. The subject is purely a product of circumstance and is used to drive the point that, when we’re stuck, breaks and distractions are sometimes worth their while.
-- SunStar Weekend, October 15, 2011
In some occasions, I even find myself looking forward to these breaks -- times when the show is quite uninspiring or too violent and gory that I need a moment to catch my breath; or times when I need to pee or return those missed calls.
Even when it comes to writing, when words are scarce or inspiration is dry, sometimes all it takes is a distraction to get the ball rolling. Sometimes, a simple break could be a springboard to a great lead. Like those trailers in between movies, they sort of warm us up for the main feature.
In this light, before we move on to some serious stuff this weekend, allow me to warm you up for a few minutes with this entry. At the risk of annoying you once more, let me share with you my version of a commercial break:
There were about five press releases and an advertorial waiting for me to write into being. And it was one of those nights when relevant words were out partying by the beach. So, while waiting for them to return home, I searched for the perfect distraction and found it -- yahoo! -- on my sink.
That particular night, I decided to test Ariel’s power. No, not the Little Mermaid Ariel from under the sea… but superpower Ariel the laundry detergent.
When I was in Cagayan de Oro a few years back, one of my and my cousin’s favorite bonding moments was doing laundry together. She was the one who showed me the proper way to wash certain clothes. She was the one who introduced me to the power of Ariel.
As she said, Ariel is made in such a way that you need not hand wash clothes too much or too strongly or too long. All you’ve got to do is soak the clothes in a bucket of water mixed with Ariel powder and just leave it for a few minutes. The powder does some kind of dance -- let’s just call it magic – that removes dirt automatically. If you’re not using a washing machine though, it might pay to do some handwashing after for a bit. But not necessarily too much or too long.
Me, I’ve always hated doing laundry. But I remember at that time being so amazed by the dirt-removing power of Ariel that I voluntarily washed clothes a couple of times more. Frankly, I couldn’t tell the “before and after” difference (they just look clean to me). Nor could I really tell if Ariel compared to other laundry bars actually has its own special magic. But just the thought of those little enzymes attacking invisible dirt and oil and weaving its own special fragrance over the battlefield of whites and coloreds was enough to arouse my imagination into overdrive.
Anyway, that night, I found my thoughts drifting back again and again like the Tide to that particular lesson once upon a time. But this little experiment had nothing to do with clothes though. For I’ve decided to test Ariel’s power instead on the stained takeout styro, which previously contained the Chicken Parmesan from a fastfood joint.
To prevent insects (ants, roaches, and what-have-yous) from claiming my room, I’ve taken to the habit of washing every little food/drink container or trash before I throw them in the garbage can. All right I admit I’m freaky this way, but hello--Roaches? I’ll take my own freakiness over theirs anytime.
Anyway, this particular styro’s tomato sauce stain was hard to remove. And since I have no plans of going outside just to throw it when I have these overwhelming assignments on hand, I needed to do something.
So inspired by Ariel, I set out to do my little experiment.
I. Problem: Is Ariel powerful enough to drive the styro sauce stain into extinction without outside force?
II. Objective: To find out answer of the problem before writing deadline.
III. Hypothesis: Yes, it is!
IV. Materials: Celfone clock, stained styro, a cup of water, 7 pinches of Ariel powder
V. Procedure:
1. Do a preliminary wash of styro, particularly on its problem area, using running water for 10 seconds.
2. Pour a cup of tap water to the styro container.
3. Add 7 pinches of Ariel powder and stir with fingers
4. Check results every 30 minutes thereafter until curiosity is satisfied or boredom settles in
VI. Findings
30 minutes: No visible change
1 hour: stain is lighter
2 hours: stain is even lighter but still visible
3 hours: hey, I’m not that patient! No way am I waiting till the third hour.
VII. Conclusion
1. Let’s just say Ariel has potential.
2. I believe I’ve wasted enough wacky, senseless words to go back to writing serious, boring stuff for a few hours. So I did.
Disclaimer: This is in no way a paid advertisement. Nor did the writer receive little packets of Ariel for writing this piece. The subject is purely a product of circumstance and is used to drive the point that, when we’re stuck, breaks and distractions are sometimes worth their while.
-- SunStar Weekend, October 15, 2011
Monday, October 03, 2011
You, Me, Multiplied
Ever feel like you’re living nine lives in parallel worlds? Sometimes, I do.
We get up in the morning, drink our breakfast, run to work, attend five or more meetings, watch a movie with friends, hang out with family, and maybe, read a book before going to bed.
And then, as if we’re not busy enough in the physical world, we log on and recreate our lives (sometimes over and over) in cyberspace. We build farms or hang out in cafes with friends at Facebook. We participate in forums with fellow professionals at LinkedIn. At times, we go shopping at Amazon.com, transfer funds to e-banks, surf at Google.com or trade merchandise in Multiply. Like savvy post grads, we take up courses at e-Cornell. We write about our lives in Blogspot and broadcast our moments-per-minute on Twitter.
Sometimes, we duplicate our lives online, as if afraid that by failing to do so, people will forget about us. Consider today’s social evolution -- We have dinner with friends and yet, instead of conversing with each other, we spend half the time tweeting to the world that we are, in fact, having dinner with friends. What’s more, we visit beautiful places and, without even a moment to say grace or reflect upon the gift before us, we take out our digital cameras and pose for multiple shots, just so we can go home right away and post all of it on Facebook, Flickr, Multiply, tumblr, etc. It seems that all aspects of our lives, from the amazing to the mundane, are now being copied or multiplied. Patiently, diligently.
Sometimes I wonder, do we recreate ourselves through different platforms in a not-so-secret bid for, um, world domination? Or could it be we’re just fulfilling that ancient mandate mapped in our genes to “Go forth and multiply”?
With so many opportunities brought by technology, surely, it’s a wonderful time to be alive. But then, with the wealth of options in our hands, don’t you just feel we’re also spreading ourselves too thin?
How do we manage multiple lives without being divided? At the risk of sounding uncool, should we be worried that we have more friends online than in the physical world? With the way we spend our time, are we becoming more digital than real?
In the movie Multiplicity, the lead character Doug Kinney (played by Michael Keaton) cloned himself (twice) to help manage the stressful aspects of his life. Overplaying his hand, eventually, he found himself -- and copies of him-- in hot water. Of course, his circumstance and reasons may be far more complicated than ours, but if we’re not careful, we might just end up with a similar fate – with diluted, unauthentic versions of ourselves.
How then do we move forward without being overwhelmed with technology and TMI (Too Much Information or Too Many I(s))? How do we navigate the pieces of us scattered in this world and cyberspace and shine a light on who we really are?
The trick, they say, is to take a holistic view of our digital and physical self. While we may exist in different spaces, people basically still need to feel whole. We can start by finding the bonds that already exist and focusing on them until they define us.
I have also learned from fellow netizens that by following some basic life principles, we might just find the way to managing a mindful digital life.
The first principle, I believe, is authenticity, that is, being true to our selves. If we do not know yet who we are or who we want to be, naturally, it would be quite difficult to connect the pieces of us through space. Wherever we are, let’s strive to bring out the best versions of us. So as not to confuse ourselves, I always recommend we take ownership of our own names. Rather than create a whole new you, create the best you. That way, you build a solid Avatar. Choose the traits you like about yourself and exemplify them online. Then, let’s be mindful of the friends we keep. Birds of the same feather, after all, tweet together. Ultimately, we become like the people we follow or surround ourselves with online and offline. Fellow tweeter @paiawonka drives the point in less than 140 characters, “We should strive to be authentic wherever we are, whoever we're with. Difficult, but doable.”
Second principle is to plant or establish our roots. I like the way a digital zen guru (zenhabits.net) puts it: construct your digital home, then set up essential embassies. What does that mean? First, we set up a simple website that tells the story of us (using our real names), and then we use social networks to build our embassies. To quote, “If my personal website is my digital home, then my social networking profiles on Facebook and Twitter, etc. are my embassies. Embassies exist to maintain relationships with “distant lands” and to act as an outpost for people who want to connect outside my home base, not rule my life by commanding my attention.”
Third principle is Spring Cleaning -at least once or twice a year. We organize what works for us and then trash the rest. Delete old profiles, junk spam, block noisy e-blasts, deactivate unused accounts. If you have archived stories that are no longer true of your present, click delete. Keep networks that make sense or that serve you. This way, we have more time to evolve, test new platforms, and reinvent ourselves.
Fourth principle is to flow like water. Keep it fresh. Be flexible and find new paths. Make use of free apps to simplify and save time. Subscribe to Google Alerts, that way you don’t waste time searching the web, you let information come to you. Spread your reach without eating too much time through Twitterfeed. By updating your account settings, you can easily syndicate content to your Twitter, LinkedIn, Facebook, and other accounts with just one action. Keeping a Social Media Directory on your main site also helps. It’s a great way to keep viewers in the loop.
Ultimately, managing our lives becomes less stressful once we understand that although we operate in different spaces – multiplying across digital and physical realms—essentially, we all go back to The One.
--SunStar Weekend, October 1, 2011
We get up in the morning, drink our breakfast, run to work, attend five or more meetings, watch a movie with friends, hang out with family, and maybe, read a book before going to bed.
And then, as if we’re not busy enough in the physical world, we log on and recreate our lives (sometimes over and over) in cyberspace. We build farms or hang out in cafes with friends at Facebook. We participate in forums with fellow professionals at LinkedIn. At times, we go shopping at Amazon.com, transfer funds to e-banks, surf at Google.com or trade merchandise in Multiply. Like savvy post grads, we take up courses at e-Cornell. We write about our lives in Blogspot and broadcast our moments-per-minute on Twitter.
Sometimes, we duplicate our lives online, as if afraid that by failing to do so, people will forget about us. Consider today’s social evolution -- We have dinner with friends and yet, instead of conversing with each other, we spend half the time tweeting to the world that we are, in fact, having dinner with friends. What’s more, we visit beautiful places and, without even a moment to say grace or reflect upon the gift before us, we take out our digital cameras and pose for multiple shots, just so we can go home right away and post all of it on Facebook, Flickr, Multiply, tumblr, etc. It seems that all aspects of our lives, from the amazing to the mundane, are now being copied or multiplied. Patiently, diligently.
Sometimes I wonder, do we recreate ourselves through different platforms in a not-so-secret bid for, um, world domination? Or could it be we’re just fulfilling that ancient mandate mapped in our genes to “Go forth and multiply”?
With so many opportunities brought by technology, surely, it’s a wonderful time to be alive. But then, with the wealth of options in our hands, don’t you just feel we’re also spreading ourselves too thin?
How do we manage multiple lives without being divided? At the risk of sounding uncool, should we be worried that we have more friends online than in the physical world? With the way we spend our time, are we becoming more digital than real?
In the movie Multiplicity, the lead character Doug Kinney (played by Michael Keaton) cloned himself (twice) to help manage the stressful aspects of his life. Overplaying his hand, eventually, he found himself -- and copies of him-- in hot water. Of course, his circumstance and reasons may be far more complicated than ours, but if we’re not careful, we might just end up with a similar fate – with diluted, unauthentic versions of ourselves.
How then do we move forward without being overwhelmed with technology and TMI (Too Much Information or Too Many I(s))? How do we navigate the pieces of us scattered in this world and cyberspace and shine a light on who we really are?
The trick, they say, is to take a holistic view of our digital and physical self. While we may exist in different spaces, people basically still need to feel whole. We can start by finding the bonds that already exist and focusing on them until they define us.
I have also learned from fellow netizens that by following some basic life principles, we might just find the way to managing a mindful digital life.
The first principle, I believe, is authenticity, that is, being true to our selves. If we do not know yet who we are or who we want to be, naturally, it would be quite difficult to connect the pieces of us through space. Wherever we are, let’s strive to bring out the best versions of us. So as not to confuse ourselves, I always recommend we take ownership of our own names. Rather than create a whole new you, create the best you. That way, you build a solid Avatar. Choose the traits you like about yourself and exemplify them online. Then, let’s be mindful of the friends we keep. Birds of the same feather, after all, tweet together. Ultimately, we become like the people we follow or surround ourselves with online and offline. Fellow tweeter @paiawonka drives the point in less than 140 characters, “We should strive to be authentic wherever we are, whoever we're with. Difficult, but doable.”
Second principle is to plant or establish our roots. I like the way a digital zen guru (zenhabits.net) puts it: construct your digital home, then set up essential embassies. What does that mean? First, we set up a simple website that tells the story of us (using our real names), and then we use social networks to build our embassies. To quote, “If my personal website is my digital home, then my social networking profiles on Facebook and Twitter, etc. are my embassies. Embassies exist to maintain relationships with “distant lands” and to act as an outpost for people who want to connect outside my home base, not rule my life by commanding my attention.”
Third principle is Spring Cleaning -at least once or twice a year. We organize what works for us and then trash the rest. Delete old profiles, junk spam, block noisy e-blasts, deactivate unused accounts. If you have archived stories that are no longer true of your present, click delete. Keep networks that make sense or that serve you. This way, we have more time to evolve, test new platforms, and reinvent ourselves.
Fourth principle is to flow like water. Keep it fresh. Be flexible and find new paths. Make use of free apps to simplify and save time. Subscribe to Google Alerts, that way you don’t waste time searching the web, you let information come to you. Spread your reach without eating too much time through Twitterfeed. By updating your account settings, you can easily syndicate content to your Twitter, LinkedIn, Facebook, and other accounts with just one action. Keeping a Social Media Directory on your main site also helps. It’s a great way to keep viewers in the loop.
Ultimately, managing our lives becomes less stressful once we understand that although we operate in different spaces – multiplying across digital and physical realms—essentially, we all go back to The One.
--SunStar Weekend, October 1, 2011
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Comfort Zones in the City
When we're stressed, hurting, sick, or tired-- we turn to our comfort things. Sometimes this means having our mom cook our favorite adobo, donning our favorite dress, or watching our favorite movie. At times, we lock ourselves up in our rooms to burrow in ratty bed sheets or old pillows. While some of us prefer a bit of drama—we pack our bags and fly abroad, just like what many of our distressed celebrity damsels do, not only in Tagalog movies, but also for real. With so many troubled people trying to sort themselves out in “America”, I secretly wonder, is this why the U.S. is finally in such a beleaguered state right now? Uh-oh.
Whenever I get the blues, I often find myself singing along Britney Spears, “Sometimes I run, sometimes I hide…And all I really want is to hold you tight...” “Hey, how do you get over it?” you ask to shut me up. Well, more often than not, baby, all I need is time… and a comfort zone.
The beauty of living in such a gracious city like Cebu is that we need not walk very far to find a special place where we can feel safe and calm. From its mountains to the seas, this city breathes love and warmth. It is alive. There is comfort, inspiration and possibility in the mundane as well as the amazing-- the occasional jeepney ride, our daily trips to the mall, visits to old towns and museums, or the delightful discovery of new shops and creative ventures. For most of us, it is home. And while the city is constantly evolving, we all have our favorite nooks and spaces we constantly go back to. Here, let me share with you some of mine:
Fully Booked
Located in the Ayala Terraces, it provides a double-storey haven for artists, nerds, bookworms, pros or fashionistas – people who enjoy and understand one basic truth: that books and coffee do blend well together. What better place to people-watch and wonder if the rest of the world is as confused as we are, given our book choices? What better place to discuss if books and the rest of print media are actually getting killed by the attack of online gadgets in coffee shops? What better place to realize that ideas read and passed on, already shape our future? Whenever I feel restless or have one of those creative blackouts, I lose myself in a place like Fully Booked in the hope of finding inspiration on a back cover.
Gelatissimo Ice Cream Bar
Sometimes, finding comfort can be as profound as surrendering to prayer. Other times, it can be as simple as surrendering to a big cup of Gelatissimo’s pistachio ice cream. You can enjoy it across the coffee table while seeking advice from a good friend; or even as you walk alone in the rain, savoring the smooth icy texture melting the knots in your neck and cooling your brain.
BLU Bar & Grill
I always feel like I get the best of both worlds whenever I’m at the rooftop of Marco Polo Plaza, 1,000 ft. high above the city. I feel inspired by the mighty mountains on one side, and find comfort from the view of the calm seas on the other. At night, I can never be sure if I’m dazzled by the city lights or just the cool feeling that, at that moment, you’re on top of the world. No loud bands, no smog. Just great steaks, cool cocktails and colorful conversations with friends under the stars.
Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf
Never mind that your Piolo Pascual look-alike coffee date just cancelled to run errands for his mother. So what if you just missed your 4 AM flight? Or that smelly manong taxi driver over-tipped himself again without your consent? In times of great disappointment, just follow the smell of freshly brewed coffee to perk you up. Swipe that Coffee Bean Swirl card to go wifi and tweet the sour grapes to your heart’s delight. To soothe your nerves, have a cup of Genmaicha tea. And honey, their Toblerone Cheesecake? It’s so yummy it sure knows how to show a girl a good time! Get a slice.
The Big Oval at Abellana Sports Complex
Despite the many gyms that have sprouted, despite the rubber getting warped, somehow I keep going back to this place to run. Maybe it’s the wide open space and all that sky that frees your mind to fly. Maybe it’s the sight of so many people working out their problems in creative ways – dancing, badminton, soccer, taebo, taichi, aerobics, or yoga. There’s that energy to stretch yourself to the limit, and the smell of sweat and pounding feet keeping it all real.
K-1 Videoke Bar at Crossroads
Here, we can find comfort in familiar songs that tell the story of our lives. We can scream about the mess others left behind like Alanis, share the crispy pata and the dream to be a Billionaire with friends, or “Raise Your Glass” (that empty margarita pitcher) while we party on our own. There’s nothing like a singing marathon to teach us that whatever happens, “I (You) Will Survive” anything, even that cholesterol-friendly pochero at Abuhan during the wee hours of the morning.
I.T. Park
It’s the first and only 24-hr hub in the city. It’s the park that never sleeps. Be it 3 PM or 3AM, there’s always a friendly face to bump into, coffee to perk you up, and breakfast meals to fill you up. For the restless -- you can walk, ride, or run, and you never have to ask, “What time is it?”
The Wineshop
There’s nothing like good Spanish wine and music to warm the heart. The antique-house-turned-bar imbibes memories of home. A cozy place for gathering old friends, sharing history and deep roadside conversations punctuated by laughter and musical “Cheers!”
Timezone
Where else could you release all those negative vibes? Pound a ball, shoot someone, race cars or smash those drums… and win points to claim while you’re at it! Drown out the noise by being part of it. When you can’t beat the kids, just join them! An hour usually does it for me.
Ayala Cinema One
Just because it’s a comfortable place to explore different realities. We get to pick our seats and time. We’re happy to take control of this experience with our sodas and French fries, air-conditioned theater, convenient bathrooms. And then, at the end of every story, we go back home - changed or not, relieved or inspired.
Ultimately, at the end of it all, we go back to where our heart is. What about you? Where’s your comfort zone?
--SunStar Weekend, September 17, 2011
Whenever I get the blues, I often find myself singing along Britney Spears, “Sometimes I run, sometimes I hide…And all I really want is to hold you tight...” “Hey, how do you get over it?” you ask to shut me up. Well, more often than not, baby, all I need is time… and a comfort zone.
The beauty of living in such a gracious city like Cebu is that we need not walk very far to find a special place where we can feel safe and calm. From its mountains to the seas, this city breathes love and warmth. It is alive. There is comfort, inspiration and possibility in the mundane as well as the amazing-- the occasional jeepney ride, our daily trips to the mall, visits to old towns and museums, or the delightful discovery of new shops and creative ventures. For most of us, it is home. And while the city is constantly evolving, we all have our favorite nooks and spaces we constantly go back to. Here, let me share with you some of mine:
Fully Booked
Located in the Ayala Terraces, it provides a double-storey haven for artists, nerds, bookworms, pros or fashionistas – people who enjoy and understand one basic truth: that books and coffee do blend well together. What better place to people-watch and wonder if the rest of the world is as confused as we are, given our book choices? What better place to discuss if books and the rest of print media are actually getting killed by the attack of online gadgets in coffee shops? What better place to realize that ideas read and passed on, already shape our future? Whenever I feel restless or have one of those creative blackouts, I lose myself in a place like Fully Booked in the hope of finding inspiration on a back cover.
Gelatissimo Ice Cream Bar
Sometimes, finding comfort can be as profound as surrendering to prayer. Other times, it can be as simple as surrendering to a big cup of Gelatissimo’s pistachio ice cream. You can enjoy it across the coffee table while seeking advice from a good friend; or even as you walk alone in the rain, savoring the smooth icy texture melting the knots in your neck and cooling your brain.
BLU Bar & Grill
I always feel like I get the best of both worlds whenever I’m at the rooftop of Marco Polo Plaza, 1,000 ft. high above the city. I feel inspired by the mighty mountains on one side, and find comfort from the view of the calm seas on the other. At night, I can never be sure if I’m dazzled by the city lights or just the cool feeling that, at that moment, you’re on top of the world. No loud bands, no smog. Just great steaks, cool cocktails and colorful conversations with friends under the stars.
Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf
Never mind that your Piolo Pascual look-alike coffee date just cancelled to run errands for his mother. So what if you just missed your 4 AM flight? Or that smelly manong taxi driver over-tipped himself again without your consent? In times of great disappointment, just follow the smell of freshly brewed coffee to perk you up. Swipe that Coffee Bean Swirl card to go wifi and tweet the sour grapes to your heart’s delight. To soothe your nerves, have a cup of Genmaicha tea. And honey, their Toblerone Cheesecake? It’s so yummy it sure knows how to show a girl a good time! Get a slice.
The Big Oval at Abellana Sports Complex
Despite the many gyms that have sprouted, despite the rubber getting warped, somehow I keep going back to this place to run. Maybe it’s the wide open space and all that sky that frees your mind to fly. Maybe it’s the sight of so many people working out their problems in creative ways – dancing, badminton, soccer, taebo, taichi, aerobics, or yoga. There’s that energy to stretch yourself to the limit, and the smell of sweat and pounding feet keeping it all real.
K-1 Videoke Bar at Crossroads
Here, we can find comfort in familiar songs that tell the story of our lives. We can scream about the mess others left behind like Alanis, share the crispy pata and the dream to be a Billionaire with friends, or “Raise Your Glass” (that empty margarita pitcher) while we party on our own. There’s nothing like a singing marathon to teach us that whatever happens, “I (You) Will Survive” anything, even that cholesterol-friendly pochero at Abuhan during the wee hours of the morning.
I.T. Park
It’s the first and only 24-hr hub in the city. It’s the park that never sleeps. Be it 3 PM or 3AM, there’s always a friendly face to bump into, coffee to perk you up, and breakfast meals to fill you up. For the restless -- you can walk, ride, or run, and you never have to ask, “What time is it?”
The Wineshop
There’s nothing like good Spanish wine and music to warm the heart. The antique-house-turned-bar imbibes memories of home. A cozy place for gathering old friends, sharing history and deep roadside conversations punctuated by laughter and musical “Cheers!”
Timezone
Where else could you release all those negative vibes? Pound a ball, shoot someone, race cars or smash those drums… and win points to claim while you’re at it! Drown out the noise by being part of it. When you can’t beat the kids, just join them! An hour usually does it for me.
Ayala Cinema One
Just because it’s a comfortable place to explore different realities. We get to pick our seats and time. We’re happy to take control of this experience with our sodas and French fries, air-conditioned theater, convenient bathrooms. And then, at the end of every story, we go back home - changed or not, relieved or inspired.
Ultimately, at the end of it all, we go back to where our heart is. What about you? Where’s your comfort zone?
--SunStar Weekend, September 17, 2011
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Calling It Quits
Headliners Senator Miguel Zubiri and Tourism Secretary Alberto Lim recently rocked the news feeds when, out of the blue, they decided to call it quits. Surprised as I was, I didn’t know whether to applaud them or to write to them to audition for gLee (Just imagine the capital “L” on Sue Sylvester’s mocking forehead). But wait, that isn’t right-- the losers in gLee are not quitters and quitters are not necessarily “losers”… or are they?
Regardless of how we feel about it, quitting always gets a bad rap. From an early age, we’ve been told that to succeed, one must persist in the face of adversity. Weren’t we trained to always stick with our projects at all costs – even when we're totally fed up? Who hasn’t memorized that oft repeated line, "A quitter never wins and a winner never quits"? All right, but still, why do we find so many people – even the successful ones – quitting time and again?
Reports say Zubiri resigned from his post to protect his “honor and integrity” in the face of electoral doubt. Secretary Lim cited he wants to spend more time with his family. Granted, being all-too-political, I don’t quite trust these reasons. But for sure, seeing the relief and lightness on their photographed faces after their controversial pronouncements made me think: What if winners do quit and quitters do win? What if quitting would actually benefit us more? Even Oprah quit her phenomenal show, didn’t she?
Quitting sucks, true, but could it be that sometimes it might just be the right thing? If that is so, then the more important question is: When do we know it’s time to quit?
Maybe you’ve been wondering about these questions too: When do we quit a selfish lover? Do we ever give up an old dream or an annoying friend? Is it wise to let go of a 10-year relationship? When do we decide to quit one path and move to another one? In a life of limitless opportunities for growth, when is it time to quit seeking one and pursue another?
I don’t claim to know the perfect answers but for me, here are some signs that make quitting pretty much a good idea:
We Want A Different Now
We keep complaining about our present, our jobs and yet, we keep doing the same routine, the same mind numbing work. We keep repeating the same actions and yet somehow expect different results? I guess there’s a name for it: insanity. We do the world a favor then if we just shut up or quit.
You're Not Learning Anything New
Say, you’ve been involved in a project for a while -- are you still getting anything out of it or has it merely become a habit? Do you feel as though you're just going around in circles? Are you just beating against a brick wall that’s thicker than your head? I guess all these are fine so long as you enjoy what you’re doing. But then, when there is no progress, it makes more sense to stop or walk around the wall to move forward and start something new. Quitting a dead end project frees up your resources to do other things that provide more value in return. If there is another way which allows you more growth, passion and fulfillment, then switch to that. As one writer puts it, “There is no shame in leaving a path that has become barren. Your dreams can’t be lived in the future, they must be experienced now.”
The Experience Is Not Worth the Dream
Sometimes, we emphasize so much on achieving the dream that we forget that, in the big picture, it’s actually just a small portion of life’s journey. Isn’t it that any achievement, by itself, holds no lasting emotional value? We celebrate success, sure, but after that, then what? Maybe we should just ask ourselves instead: regardless of future success, win or lose – do we feel alive pursuing the dream? Would we enjoy the long tricky climb to becoming a movie star, perhaps? Would the experience cause us to grow? Is it enhancing our relationships and reinforcing our values? Does this path fill us with passion and enthusiasm? If not, then we’re better off pursuing another one that will.
We Just Wish It Was Over
If all we can think about is the day when we'll finally graduate, or finally retire, then it's worth thinking whether this is indeed the right course for us. Every project we undertake will have its lows and less-than-fun moments, true. But if we’re on the right path, it won’t always feel that way. When we’re working towards our real goals, the process will generally feel worthwhile and interesting.
Our Priorities Have Changed
Some of us might still be pursuing a career path chosen by an ignorant teenager – ourselves! If we chose our dreams at sixteen, maybe it’s time to re-think things. What was right for us 10 years ago – or even a year ago, may not be a good fit now. Various life events may have seen our beliefs or priorities change. Maybe we’ve gained a new skill or started a family. Do you really still want to ride a bike when your feet are already wrapped in heels? You might want to quit that expensive hobby so you can finally buy your dream house. As for me, I don’t often give up on stories. I’m stubborn that way. But sometimes, I could finish writing a good one and then trash it, simply because it doesn’t “feel right” anymore. I quit a story when, after the process, it's no longer my current truth.
Contrary to conventional wisdom, there is power and glory in giving up, but, let me just carefully add “at the right time”. Quitting can help us refocus our energy on other opportunities we can succeed. I like the way W.C. Fields puts it: “If at first you don't succeed, try, try again. Then quit. There's no use being a damn fool about it.”
--SunStar Weekend, August 20, 2011
Regardless of how we feel about it, quitting always gets a bad rap. From an early age, we’ve been told that to succeed, one must persist in the face of adversity. Weren’t we trained to always stick with our projects at all costs – even when we're totally fed up? Who hasn’t memorized that oft repeated line, "A quitter never wins and a winner never quits"? All right, but still, why do we find so many people – even the successful ones – quitting time and again?
Reports say Zubiri resigned from his post to protect his “honor and integrity” in the face of electoral doubt. Secretary Lim cited he wants to spend more time with his family. Granted, being all-too-political, I don’t quite trust these reasons. But for sure, seeing the relief and lightness on their photographed faces after their controversial pronouncements made me think: What if winners do quit and quitters do win? What if quitting would actually benefit us more? Even Oprah quit her phenomenal show, didn’t she?
Quitting sucks, true, but could it be that sometimes it might just be the right thing? If that is so, then the more important question is: When do we know it’s time to quit?
Maybe you’ve been wondering about these questions too: When do we quit a selfish lover? Do we ever give up an old dream or an annoying friend? Is it wise to let go of a 10-year relationship? When do we decide to quit one path and move to another one? In a life of limitless opportunities for growth, when is it time to quit seeking one and pursue another?
I don’t claim to know the perfect answers but for me, here are some signs that make quitting pretty much a good idea:
We Want A Different Now
We keep complaining about our present, our jobs and yet, we keep doing the same routine, the same mind numbing work. We keep repeating the same actions and yet somehow expect different results? I guess there’s a name for it: insanity. We do the world a favor then if we just shut up or quit.
You're Not Learning Anything New
Say, you’ve been involved in a project for a while -- are you still getting anything out of it or has it merely become a habit? Do you feel as though you're just going around in circles? Are you just beating against a brick wall that’s thicker than your head? I guess all these are fine so long as you enjoy what you’re doing. But then, when there is no progress, it makes more sense to stop or walk around the wall to move forward and start something new. Quitting a dead end project frees up your resources to do other things that provide more value in return. If there is another way which allows you more growth, passion and fulfillment, then switch to that. As one writer puts it, “There is no shame in leaving a path that has become barren. Your dreams can’t be lived in the future, they must be experienced now.”
The Experience Is Not Worth the Dream
Sometimes, we emphasize so much on achieving the dream that we forget that, in the big picture, it’s actually just a small portion of life’s journey. Isn’t it that any achievement, by itself, holds no lasting emotional value? We celebrate success, sure, but after that, then what? Maybe we should just ask ourselves instead: regardless of future success, win or lose – do we feel alive pursuing the dream? Would we enjoy the long tricky climb to becoming a movie star, perhaps? Would the experience cause us to grow? Is it enhancing our relationships and reinforcing our values? Does this path fill us with passion and enthusiasm? If not, then we’re better off pursuing another one that will.
We Just Wish It Was Over
If all we can think about is the day when we'll finally graduate, or finally retire, then it's worth thinking whether this is indeed the right course for us. Every project we undertake will have its lows and less-than-fun moments, true. But if we’re on the right path, it won’t always feel that way. When we’re working towards our real goals, the process will generally feel worthwhile and interesting.
Our Priorities Have Changed
Some of us might still be pursuing a career path chosen by an ignorant teenager – ourselves! If we chose our dreams at sixteen, maybe it’s time to re-think things. What was right for us 10 years ago – or even a year ago, may not be a good fit now. Various life events may have seen our beliefs or priorities change. Maybe we’ve gained a new skill or started a family. Do you really still want to ride a bike when your feet are already wrapped in heels? You might want to quit that expensive hobby so you can finally buy your dream house. As for me, I don’t often give up on stories. I’m stubborn that way. But sometimes, I could finish writing a good one and then trash it, simply because it doesn’t “feel right” anymore. I quit a story when, after the process, it's no longer my current truth.
Contrary to conventional wisdom, there is power and glory in giving up, but, let me just carefully add “at the right time”. Quitting can help us refocus our energy on other opportunities we can succeed. I like the way W.C. Fields puts it: “If at first you don't succeed, try, try again. Then quit. There's no use being a damn fool about it.”
--SunStar Weekend, August 20, 2011
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Naked Eyes Part 2: Flying with The Green Lantern
In brightest day, in blackest night / No evil shall escape my sight / Let all who worship evil’s might / Beware my power, Green Lantern’s light! - Hal Jordan, The Green Lantern
If you've had a chance to read my previous column, you might remember that I had finally taken the plunge and booked myself in for a LASIK surgery consultation. The moment I opted for ‘laser eyes’, I decided to go deaf as well to the loud, noisy voices inside me and the outside world insisting, “Are you crazy?” “You’ll go blind” or “That’s the scariest thing ever!”
That’s not to say though that I was completely immune to that big fat yellow energy called fear. I am aware of possible surgical complications hanging like a mean cloud over my head. I guess it was just fortunate that the movie Green Lantern was showing in the cinemas at the time and if ever there’s one message it pounded through my reality, it’s this: that we all have the ability to be fearless or to overcome fear! Well, let’s just see about that.
After much research on the LASIK centers available in Cebu, I decided to stick to Centre for Sight at Cebu Doctor’s Hospital. One, they have the latest and most advanced LASIK equipment available: the ALLEGRETTO WAVE® Eye-Q laser system. Two, Centre for Sight has been at the forefront of Refractive Surgery, giving people the chance to see again at 20/20 vision since 2002. Three, the eye surgeon Dr. Yong Larrazabal is a pioneer in Lasik surgery and was recommended by my equally amazing current eye doctor, Dr. Patricia Cinco-Calderon. Besides, he heads the team that has reportedly performed the most number of Lasik procedures outside Metro Manila, so he must know what he's doing, right? But being a communications practitioner, what really clinched it for me was that Centre for Sight provides the most well-informed website about LASIK surgery. For me, anyone who anticipates my questions and provides me with answers before I could ask them must be true to their service.
So there I went to my eye-screening evaluation on a Monday. It’s almost like an audition. The doctor will have to test your eyes’ talents to see if they could be cast into the operating theater. First stop, the refraction test room. The lovely optometrist, Dr. G Manalo gently gave directions and let my eyes perform the dance: blink, read and read (I must have read a hundred letters!), close, open, open wide, dilate, blink, blink, blink. More tests followed in Dr. Yong’s office. Cornea’s thick enough. No cataract or glaucoma. Voila! I was qualified. Good job, eyes.
During the pre-screening, I only had one pressing question: “Doctor, is it possible I’ll go blind?” Please, please cute doctor, just lie to me if it’s true. But Dr. Yong just sat there and calmly said, “Well, we don’t rule out that possibility” Gulp. “But since we introduced Lasik in 2002, we’ve performed about 8,000 operations already and so far, we’ve had zero case for blindness.” That’s something then.
After being told I was a good candidate for LASIK surgery, I decided right then to schedule the procedure that same week. They operate only once a week -- on a Wednesday-- which as the fates would have it, was also my birthday. Never mind. I figured two days was more than enough time to prepare for it without giving myself too much time to freak out and change my mind.
Wednesday came soon enough and to my surprise, there were eight of us scheduled for operation that afternoon. Each of us were given a Valium – to calm us or help us sleep right after the ‘nightmare’ (don’t mind if I take two!) Sadly I think I was so cracked out on coffee that the Valium barely worked. Then we were led to the waiting room for pre-op sanitation. There was lots of humor to be found amongst the other patients which helped me relax. It probably had something to do with the cute head bonnets and little booties we all had to wear. Or it could be that we were all just so giddily scared, it was funny. Or maybe it was the blurry image of Beyonce on the video screen on the wall, shaking that beautiful ass while we waited for our turn.
A few minutes later, I was led to the operating room. I saw the eye savior machine: the 30 million peso investment Allegretto Wave Eye-Q Laser system supposed to weave magic on half-blind creatures like me. Oh well, this is it, heaven help me. Bring it on, dear Allegretto!
As soon as I lay down, I could hear Dr. Yong’s cheerful voice, “Look towards the green light.” My naked eyes looked up. There it was: green- the color of will. At that moment I knew I was going to be all right. The good Lord has graciously sent me The Green Lantern, after all.
The experience was almost surreal. It’s like being transported in a machine to the universe. To distract myself, I replayed the fight scene between the Green Lantern and the evil yellow-hued fear-catcher Parallax. I was so engrossed by the movie in my mind I almost did not to notice what they’re doing to my pretty eyes. Almost, but not quite, as I’m too much of a curious writer not to record everything.
Like how they numbed my eyes with drops, put a patch over my left eye first, so it wouldn't see what’s happening to the right eye and run away. They taped my right eyelids back and then put some little spring like device in there to hold it open. This part might look freaky in the videos, but surprisingly it’s not really painful at all. The next part though was a bit uncomfortable. Something like a suction device was attached to my eyeball, creating some pressure, while they create a flap. Lovely. I swallowed my fear, cleared my mind and imagined flying higher with the Green Lantern. Then everything went dark.
From afar I could hear the buzzing sound of the laser machine being fired up, smelled something like burnt hair. Then came the unearthly voice of the doctor’s assistant counting ... 50% ... 70%... oh gosh, are we there yet?... 80%...focus… 90%... 100%.... The machine finally stopped churning. Suddenly I could see red dots, like the enemy’s insides exploding. It was kinda pretty. They replaced the flap, gave it a lot of eye drops, and smoothed it all into place. The whole episode couldn’t have been more than 5 minutes. I could see the Green Lantern once more. In a godlike voice, Dr. Yong said, “Congratulations, operation went well.”
But just before you could feel like you just survived landing on the moon and are on your way back home to earth, you realize that you have one eye left to go. “Proceeding to the other eye. Ready.”
Groan. Look to the green light. Oh there you are! I relaxed a bit. The Green Lantern and I flew once more to the Universe, fought the enemy and waited in the dark for the portal’s countdown… 80% … 90%... 100%. Then, that cheerful voice again, “Operation is successful. Congratulations, birthday girl.”
When I opened my eyes, I could already see but everything was hazy, with halos surrounding objects. Have I died and gone to heaven then? The doctor’s angel hurriedly assured that’s normal and then led me back to earth, I mean, the waiting room, where the lovely Dr. Manalo applied drops of antibiotics and anti-inflammatory meds in each eye (no pain here!). She removed my cap and booties, gave me my detailed eye safety instructions and then some super fly protective sunglasses like Cyclop’s and I was done. I was told to go home and sleep it off for a few hours.
The morning after, I woke up. Oh hello, world! I couldn’t stop grinning. Beyond my window, I see the brightest day. I did it! Not only did I win 20/20 vision from yesterday’s battle, I overcame fear and found my courage as well. I soared with joy. The Green Lantern not far behind.
-- SunStar Weekend, July 30, 2011
If you've had a chance to read my previous column, you might remember that I had finally taken the plunge and booked myself in for a LASIK surgery consultation. The moment I opted for ‘laser eyes’, I decided to go deaf as well to the loud, noisy voices inside me and the outside world insisting, “Are you crazy?” “You’ll go blind” or “That’s the scariest thing ever!”
That’s not to say though that I was completely immune to that big fat yellow energy called fear. I am aware of possible surgical complications hanging like a mean cloud over my head. I guess it was just fortunate that the movie Green Lantern was showing in the cinemas at the time and if ever there’s one message it pounded through my reality, it’s this: that we all have the ability to be fearless or to overcome fear! Well, let’s just see about that.
After much research on the LASIK centers available in Cebu, I decided to stick to Centre for Sight at Cebu Doctor’s Hospital. One, they have the latest and most advanced LASIK equipment available: the ALLEGRETTO WAVE® Eye-Q laser system. Two, Centre for Sight has been at the forefront of Refractive Surgery, giving people the chance to see again at 20/20 vision since 2002. Three, the eye surgeon Dr. Yong Larrazabal is a pioneer in Lasik surgery and was recommended by my equally amazing current eye doctor, Dr. Patricia Cinco-Calderon. Besides, he heads the team that has reportedly performed the most number of Lasik procedures outside Metro Manila, so he must know what he's doing, right? But being a communications practitioner, what really clinched it for me was that Centre for Sight provides the most well-informed website about LASIK surgery. For me, anyone who anticipates my questions and provides me with answers before I could ask them must be true to their service.
So there I went to my eye-screening evaluation on a Monday. It’s almost like an audition. The doctor will have to test your eyes’ talents to see if they could be cast into the operating theater. First stop, the refraction test room. The lovely optometrist, Dr. G Manalo gently gave directions and let my eyes perform the dance: blink, read and read (I must have read a hundred letters!), close, open, open wide, dilate, blink, blink, blink. More tests followed in Dr. Yong’s office. Cornea’s thick enough. No cataract or glaucoma. Voila! I was qualified. Good job, eyes.
During the pre-screening, I only had one pressing question: “Doctor, is it possible I’ll go blind?” Please, please cute doctor, just lie to me if it’s true. But Dr. Yong just sat there and calmly said, “Well, we don’t rule out that possibility” Gulp. “But since we introduced Lasik in 2002, we’ve performed about 8,000 operations already and so far, we’ve had zero case for blindness.” That’s something then.
After being told I was a good candidate for LASIK surgery, I decided right then to schedule the procedure that same week. They operate only once a week -- on a Wednesday-- which as the fates would have it, was also my birthday. Never mind. I figured two days was more than enough time to prepare for it without giving myself too much time to freak out and change my mind.
Wednesday came soon enough and to my surprise, there were eight of us scheduled for operation that afternoon. Each of us were given a Valium – to calm us or help us sleep right after the ‘nightmare’ (don’t mind if I take two!) Sadly I think I was so cracked out on coffee that the Valium barely worked. Then we were led to the waiting room for pre-op sanitation. There was lots of humor to be found amongst the other patients which helped me relax. It probably had something to do with the cute head bonnets and little booties we all had to wear. Or it could be that we were all just so giddily scared, it was funny. Or maybe it was the blurry image of Beyonce on the video screen on the wall, shaking that beautiful ass while we waited for our turn.
A few minutes later, I was led to the operating room. I saw the eye savior machine: the 30 million peso investment Allegretto Wave Eye-Q Laser system supposed to weave magic on half-blind creatures like me. Oh well, this is it, heaven help me. Bring it on, dear Allegretto!
As soon as I lay down, I could hear Dr. Yong’s cheerful voice, “Look towards the green light.” My naked eyes looked up. There it was: green- the color of will. At that moment I knew I was going to be all right. The good Lord has graciously sent me The Green Lantern, after all.
The experience was almost surreal. It’s like being transported in a machine to the universe. To distract myself, I replayed the fight scene between the Green Lantern and the evil yellow-hued fear-catcher Parallax. I was so engrossed by the movie in my mind I almost did not to notice what they’re doing to my pretty eyes. Almost, but not quite, as I’m too much of a curious writer not to record everything.
Like how they numbed my eyes with drops, put a patch over my left eye first, so it wouldn't see what’s happening to the right eye and run away. They taped my right eyelids back and then put some little spring like device in there to hold it open. This part might look freaky in the videos, but surprisingly it’s not really painful at all. The next part though was a bit uncomfortable. Something like a suction device was attached to my eyeball, creating some pressure, while they create a flap. Lovely. I swallowed my fear, cleared my mind and imagined flying higher with the Green Lantern. Then everything went dark.
From afar I could hear the buzzing sound of the laser machine being fired up, smelled something like burnt hair. Then came the unearthly voice of the doctor’s assistant counting ... 50% ... 70%... oh gosh, are we there yet?... 80%...focus… 90%... 100%.... The machine finally stopped churning. Suddenly I could see red dots, like the enemy’s insides exploding. It was kinda pretty. They replaced the flap, gave it a lot of eye drops, and smoothed it all into place. The whole episode couldn’t have been more than 5 minutes. I could see the Green Lantern once more. In a godlike voice, Dr. Yong said, “Congratulations, operation went well.”
But just before you could feel like you just survived landing on the moon and are on your way back home to earth, you realize that you have one eye left to go. “Proceeding to the other eye. Ready.”
Groan. Look to the green light. Oh there you are! I relaxed a bit. The Green Lantern and I flew once more to the Universe, fought the enemy and waited in the dark for the portal’s countdown… 80% … 90%... 100%. Then, that cheerful voice again, “Operation is successful. Congratulations, birthday girl.”
When I opened my eyes, I could already see but everything was hazy, with halos surrounding objects. Have I died and gone to heaven then? The doctor’s angel hurriedly assured that’s normal and then led me back to earth, I mean, the waiting room, where the lovely Dr. Manalo applied drops of antibiotics and anti-inflammatory meds in each eye (no pain here!). She removed my cap and booties, gave me my detailed eye safety instructions and then some super fly protective sunglasses like Cyclop’s and I was done. I was told to go home and sleep it off for a few hours.
The morning after, I woke up. Oh hello, world! I couldn’t stop grinning. Beyond my window, I see the brightest day. I did it! Not only did I win 20/20 vision from yesterday’s battle, I overcame fear and found my courage as well. I soared with joy. The Green Lantern not far behind.
-- SunStar Weekend, July 30, 2011
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Naked Eyes Part 1: Walking with Toph
“I've seen enough of Ba Sing Se; and I can't even see!” -- Toph Bei Fong, The Blind Earthbender
I’ve been dressing my eyes since I was 13-- thanks to early myopia and astigmatism. First there were the rose-colored eyeglasses, which easily branded me as “smart” or (let’s just say it) a “nerd” in school. As I aged, the lenses got thicker and heavier until one time at the mall, Fe delos Reyes introduced me to the scary world of contact lenses. At that time, I couldn’t fathom why anyone would voluntarily let anybody poke anything in one’s eyes. Just gross, isn’t it, so I ran away as far as I could from the grinning optometrist.
But then in my 20s, vanity struck and I figured what a sweet life it would be if I didn’t have to keep pushing up my glasses every time I run at the Big Oval or if I can just kiss anyone passionately without banging them on the nose. Oops.
So I explored this scary yet fascinating world of contact lenses. I tried most of them – from the soft ones to RGPs. I learned the difference between fake and real tears. I appreciated the value of dirt-free eyes, so for many nights, I was a patient slave to lens cleaning. I learned to tolerate popping lenses and seeing strange halos at night (on some nice people, it actually fits). I developed special powers too-- even when drunk, I would always, somehow, remember to take off and clean my contacts. Otherwise, the lenses dry out and sucker themselves to your eyeballs which, believe me, you don’t really want to happen to you twice. Sigh.
For over 10 years, I lived in my contact lenses. So much so that working with my naked eyes no longer feel quite normal. One time, to my long time regret, I had to turn down a cute scuba diving instructor when he invited me for a date under the sea. Can you just imagine if my lenses would fall out and the fishes would eat them? Omg. How would I ever find my way back to the surface? Yes, my imagination is weird like that.
I guess I must have whined about this scuba date story a number of times (well, he was cute), because, one day, a friend suddenly blurted out in exasperation. “Have you ever considered going naked?” What?! “With your eyes, I mean, so you can keep your mouth closed. Geez. Take off the lenses. Do LASIK surgery.”
LASIK, as defined by www.larrazabaleye.com, is “a form of laser surgery that is capable of correcting nearsightedness, farsightedness, and astigmatism. The procedure uses a computer controlled excimer laser to reshape the cornea to correct your vision. The laser reshaping is done under a protective flap of tissue to promote a very rapid recovery of vision and minimize discomfort.”
Eye surgery? It was bad enough poking those little contacts in my eyes on a daily basis, but to actually have something zap my cornea … eeww! But then, when the universe conspires to grant you your heart’s desire, in my case- the freedom of a 20/20 vision, wouldn’t you at least consider going to bed with that mean laser machine?
Wide awake, I began to daydream about stuff people with graded eyes could only dream about. Such as seeing the clock at night without squinting, shaving my armpits and legs in the shower without guessing, not having one of those OMG moments when an RGP lens pops out and then searching through blurred eyes on the floor; no longer shopping for frames (it's almost as bad as shopping for high heels); no more travelling with big bottles of lens solution (as if my luggage is not heavy enough with the weight of today’s gadgets and numerous chargers). Well!
Fueled by these dreams, I began to research earnestly about LASIK surgery. Apparently, we are blessed to live in a time of wondrous technologies such as the New Allegretto Wave Eye-Q Excimer Laser System. Aside from being a mouthful, it is said to be the fastest, precise and most efficient laser in use today for laser vision correction. This was introduced to Cebu last year by Larrazabal Eye, headed by the initiative young eye surgeon Dr. Yong Larrazabal. It is also said the procedure takes only about 5 to 10 minutes per eye. That’s nothing compared to the time I spend cleaning lenses each night.
Then, I have to ask: what’s the worst thing that could happen? Like any surgical procedure, LASIK carries some risk of scary complications such as swelling, double vision, night vision problems (halos, hazes, stardusts), dry eye syndrome, or worse, severe corneal infection which could lead to blindness. Whoa! Though this is “extremely rare and highly unlikely”. Still, whoa!
Then to scare myself even more, I clicked on YouTube and watched a Lasik operation video. Just as we thought: Disgusting, scary, eeww.
But then, call me crazy, after everything I still like to go through with it. Well maybe it helped that I peppered every horror story with a handful of success testimonies from LASIK patients. It’s not an easy decision, mind you, but I guess, for me, it just boils down to one thing: if you’re not willing to handle the worst, then you don’t deserve the best.
To test myself, I decided to go naked (eyes, I mean) in public one afternoon. I left my RGPs and soft lenses swimming in their cases at home, while I secured my eyeglasses inside my bag (well, easy reach just in case). Half-blind, I sauntered to The Terraces, squinting against the bright light from the afternoon sun. Pretty brave, if you ask me, considering that I haven’t undressed my eyes in public for 20 years. If I look in the distance I can see blurry shapes and colors but have no idea what I'm looking at. Could be a tree, could be a person. To be on the safe side, I just plastered a half smile to my face and just faked it till I believed it.
With each blurry step, I find my thoughts gravitating towards Toph Bei Fong, the fictional blind master Earthbender, who managed to see the world with her feet. Among Avatar Aang’s friends, I’ve always had a fondness for Toph. In her words: “Even though I was born blind, I've never had any problems seeing! I see with earthbending. It's kind of like seeing with my feet. I feel the vibrations in the ground with my feet, and I can see where everything is: you, that tree, even those ants.”
I wonder about Toph’s awesome strength – despite her blindness, she fights. She doesn’t let life or anyone knock her down. And isn’t amazing how resourceful she is – letting her feet and her other senses do what her eyes couldn’t. She might just be one fictional character, but to this human, she is an inspiration.
Suddenly, as I stumble on mid-step, it became crystal clear to me—we need not fear whatever happens to us for the universe will always equip us with the strength we need to carry on. We are so much more than our present, our senses or whatever limited version we see of ourselves. The way I see it, I have two choices- to continue being afraid and never stop wondering about what-ifs for the rest of my life, or I can choose to punch my future in the dark and be a kick-ass girl like Toph.
With that, I went home, picked up the phone and promptly scheduled an appointment with Centre for Sight.
In my next column, I will tell you about the “eewwy” operation and how I flew with the Green Lantern. Stay tuned!
--SunStar Weekend, July 23, 2011
I’ve been dressing my eyes since I was 13-- thanks to early myopia and astigmatism. First there were the rose-colored eyeglasses, which easily branded me as “smart” or (let’s just say it) a “nerd” in school. As I aged, the lenses got thicker and heavier until one time at the mall, Fe delos Reyes introduced me to the scary world of contact lenses. At that time, I couldn’t fathom why anyone would voluntarily let anybody poke anything in one’s eyes. Just gross, isn’t it, so I ran away as far as I could from the grinning optometrist.
But then in my 20s, vanity struck and I figured what a sweet life it would be if I didn’t have to keep pushing up my glasses every time I run at the Big Oval or if I can just kiss anyone passionately without banging them on the nose. Oops.
So I explored this scary yet fascinating world of contact lenses. I tried most of them – from the soft ones to RGPs. I learned the difference between fake and real tears. I appreciated the value of dirt-free eyes, so for many nights, I was a patient slave to lens cleaning. I learned to tolerate popping lenses and seeing strange halos at night (on some nice people, it actually fits). I developed special powers too-- even when drunk, I would always, somehow, remember to take off and clean my contacts. Otherwise, the lenses dry out and sucker themselves to your eyeballs which, believe me, you don’t really want to happen to you twice. Sigh.
For over 10 years, I lived in my contact lenses. So much so that working with my naked eyes no longer feel quite normal. One time, to my long time regret, I had to turn down a cute scuba diving instructor when he invited me for a date under the sea. Can you just imagine if my lenses would fall out and the fishes would eat them? Omg. How would I ever find my way back to the surface? Yes, my imagination is weird like that.
I guess I must have whined about this scuba date story a number of times (well, he was cute), because, one day, a friend suddenly blurted out in exasperation. “Have you ever considered going naked?” What?! “With your eyes, I mean, so you can keep your mouth closed. Geez. Take off the lenses. Do LASIK surgery.”
LASIK, as defined by www.larrazabaleye.com, is “a form of laser surgery that is capable of correcting nearsightedness, farsightedness, and astigmatism. The procedure uses a computer controlled excimer laser to reshape the cornea to correct your vision. The laser reshaping is done under a protective flap of tissue to promote a very rapid recovery of vision and minimize discomfort.”
Eye surgery? It was bad enough poking those little contacts in my eyes on a daily basis, but to actually have something zap my cornea … eeww! But then, when the universe conspires to grant you your heart’s desire, in my case- the freedom of a 20/20 vision, wouldn’t you at least consider going to bed with that mean laser machine?
Wide awake, I began to daydream about stuff people with graded eyes could only dream about. Such as seeing the clock at night without squinting, shaving my armpits and legs in the shower without guessing, not having one of those OMG moments when an RGP lens pops out and then searching through blurred eyes on the floor; no longer shopping for frames (it's almost as bad as shopping for high heels); no more travelling with big bottles of lens solution (as if my luggage is not heavy enough with the weight of today’s gadgets and numerous chargers). Well!
Fueled by these dreams, I began to research earnestly about LASIK surgery. Apparently, we are blessed to live in a time of wondrous technologies such as the New Allegretto Wave Eye-Q Excimer Laser System. Aside from being a mouthful, it is said to be the fastest, precise and most efficient laser in use today for laser vision correction. This was introduced to Cebu last year by Larrazabal Eye, headed by the initiative young eye surgeon Dr. Yong Larrazabal. It is also said the procedure takes only about 5 to 10 minutes per eye. That’s nothing compared to the time I spend cleaning lenses each night.
Then, I have to ask: what’s the worst thing that could happen? Like any surgical procedure, LASIK carries some risk of scary complications such as swelling, double vision, night vision problems (halos, hazes, stardusts), dry eye syndrome, or worse, severe corneal infection which could lead to blindness. Whoa! Though this is “extremely rare and highly unlikely”. Still, whoa!
Then to scare myself even more, I clicked on YouTube and watched a Lasik operation video. Just as we thought: Disgusting, scary, eeww.
But then, call me crazy, after everything I still like to go through with it. Well maybe it helped that I peppered every horror story with a handful of success testimonies from LASIK patients. It’s not an easy decision, mind you, but I guess, for me, it just boils down to one thing: if you’re not willing to handle the worst, then you don’t deserve the best.
To test myself, I decided to go naked (eyes, I mean) in public one afternoon. I left my RGPs and soft lenses swimming in their cases at home, while I secured my eyeglasses inside my bag (well, easy reach just in case). Half-blind, I sauntered to The Terraces, squinting against the bright light from the afternoon sun. Pretty brave, if you ask me, considering that I haven’t undressed my eyes in public for 20 years. If I look in the distance I can see blurry shapes and colors but have no idea what I'm looking at. Could be a tree, could be a person. To be on the safe side, I just plastered a half smile to my face and just faked it till I believed it.
With each blurry step, I find my thoughts gravitating towards Toph Bei Fong, the fictional blind master Earthbender, who managed to see the world with her feet. Among Avatar Aang’s friends, I’ve always had a fondness for Toph. In her words: “Even though I was born blind, I've never had any problems seeing! I see with earthbending. It's kind of like seeing with my feet. I feel the vibrations in the ground with my feet, and I can see where everything is: you, that tree, even those ants.”
I wonder about Toph’s awesome strength – despite her blindness, she fights. She doesn’t let life or anyone knock her down. And isn’t amazing how resourceful she is – letting her feet and her other senses do what her eyes couldn’t. She might just be one fictional character, but to this human, she is an inspiration.
Suddenly, as I stumble on mid-step, it became crystal clear to me—we need not fear whatever happens to us for the universe will always equip us with the strength we need to carry on. We are so much more than our present, our senses or whatever limited version we see of ourselves. The way I see it, I have two choices- to continue being afraid and never stop wondering about what-ifs for the rest of my life, or I can choose to punch my future in the dark and be a kick-ass girl like Toph.
With that, I went home, picked up the phone and promptly scheduled an appointment with Centre for Sight.
In my next column, I will tell you about the “eewwy” operation and how I flew with the Green Lantern. Stay tuned!
--SunStar Weekend, July 23, 2011
Sunday, July 03, 2011
Show Me The Money
You know you’ve crossed over the thin line between professional bum to adulthood when ATM no longer means “’Ay Ta ‘Ma” and coffee table talks now linger over big words such as “investment”, “credit limit” and my favorite “stocks”. And no, “stocks” doesn’t mean the chocolate chip cookies in your mother’s ref or the gazillion pairs of shoes in Payless either. Rather, “stocks”, as I’ve come to understand it, are those fascinating blocks of hope you can buy and sell online, while clinging to a financial rollercoaster overburdened by a market screaming “Show Me The Money!”
Money – it’s a big word, too. Big enough that we often get asked what it means to us or how much bigger we want it to be. It’s so big, in fact, that it’s already up there trending on Twitter along with our favorite celebrities, you know – Kris Aquino, Jennifer Aniston, Johnny Depp and, yes, Johnny Depp. Like these big stars, we just can’t get enough of it. We can’t stop talking about it, too. Every controversial, or even boring, word it says gets recorded and printed on paper. We see Money performing on TV, streaming on Facebook, even walking down the red carpet or dancing in our favorite theaters. The funny thing is – no matter how big, or even when it’s already right in front of us-- it’s still not enough. It can bare its ass or rip its shirt off, and still people would scream “Show Me The Money!”
Ah, Money. Can you really blame it if it comes and goes? Like the slippery character of my good old friend Leo in the movie “Catch Me If You Can”, Money is always on the move. The more you chase it with bright lights and flashing cameras, the faster it runs. Perhaps that’s why the Financial Wizards of the city have rounded up its long time buddies: ATM, Stocks, Bond and Investment to know where Money could possibly be hiding or go next. As a wannabe proper adult, I joined their session one lazy Saturday afternoon. And like any responsible citizen of the green-eyed online generation, I whipped out my smart phone and tweeted the conversation.
When it comes to their friend Money, these guys love to talk. I listened to them sprout the many virtues of Money over steaming lattes, cold yogurt and banana chocolate muffins in Coffee Bean. ATM, Stocks, Bond and Investment all claim the rumor to be true: Money is with them. In that case, who doesn’t want to be friends with friends of Money? Before we stress ourselves looking for Money, first, allow me to introduce you to its friends as they might just be our answer to finding it.
“Stocks” is the funny guy. It doesn’t sit still. It can fly with the Green Lantern one day then take a dip in the ocean the next, wherever the whim takes it. It’s exciting and adventurous, that’s why Money enjoys playing games with it. “Stocks” is no stranger to me, too. For a time, I played with it online. Eventually I found that just like a colicky baby, you’ll have to cuddle, research, monitor and handle it with great care to keep its energy high. With a demanding day job, I knew I had to take a break from its highs and lows. In fairness, in the brief time we spent together, it did “Show me the Money”. It might be worth playing again with one day soon.
ATM is the kind one. For as long as you register with Savings, it can show you the Money any time, 24/7. It’s all over the city, too, it’s not that difficult to find. And just like a dependable bartender, it can dispense advice and listen to your Money woes in sympathy. It’s kinda limiting though for it can only give you as much as it gets.
Bond is the quiet one. It doesn’t say much and it takes its fine time sipping coffee for as long as it pleases. It’s annoyingly smug too over the fact that Money stays in its house for long periods of time. “Show us the Money,” the coffee drinkers demand. But Bond, like James Bond, just sits there, shrugs and continues to sip coffee (though it’s really wishing for a dry martini).
Among them, Investment -being the richest- is Money’s best friend. And rightly so for it only has its best interests at heart. It doesn’t limit Money, it forces it to go out and reach its full potential. To help us all, Investment finally says, “Hey listen, the best way to see Money is just to spend time and party with us. We cannot guarantee it’ll be there all the time. Money, after all is the child of the Economies and we all know how unpredictable they are. But Money always comes back. It loves to party with us.”
“Where do you, party,” a lady in red stilettos finally asks. “Vudu? Penthouse? The Malls? I’ve been there, mind you, and all I know is that, even if we go to the party together, I keep losing Money there.”
ATM and Stocks break into peals of laughter. The overconfident Bond chuckles. Investment just smiles knowingly and says fondly, “That’s Money for you -- a tease and a heartbreaker.”
Apparently, these guys party differently. They usually hang out in any one of Investment’s houses like PruLife U.K., Manulife, Sunlife Financial, or simply The Bank. Investment boasts that these houses are well-guarded and run by professionals so Money feels safe. In rare occasions, ATM confides, Money also attends Networking parties like Unicity, Amway or Forever Living, but more often than not, it shows up too late, so networkers are easily disappointed.
Even with black coffee, I catch myself yawning at the thought. Maybe, Money is boring after all. Either that or there’s more to it than meets the eye. Who can tell?
Finally, like any die-hard tweeter, my fingers poised on the phone screen, I ask the golden question, “Any tips on how we can be friends with Money?”
Stocks: “Well, when you see Money, don’t pinch it too hard or hug it too tight. It really hates that. High and low, honey, it’s got to flow.”
ATM: “Just let it go. The more you give, the more you get. Look here, when you want a smile out of someone, what do you do? You give out your smile first, right? That’s just how it is with Money. The best way to get it is to give it away.
Bond, for the first time, takes a pause from brooding and drinking, long enough to utter two simple words: “Be patient.”
Investment, ever the practical guy, promptly brings out a long form and says with the conviction of a Nike: “Just do it! Sign up and party with us.” And then, even before the ink could dry…“Got any referrals?”
Oh well, why not? The more friends of Money, the merrier. Just retweet if you please.
-- SunStar Weekend, 02 July 2011
Money – it’s a big word, too. Big enough that we often get asked what it means to us or how much bigger we want it to be. It’s so big, in fact, that it’s already up there trending on Twitter along with our favorite celebrities, you know – Kris Aquino, Jennifer Aniston, Johnny Depp and, yes, Johnny Depp. Like these big stars, we just can’t get enough of it. We can’t stop talking about it, too. Every controversial, or even boring, word it says gets recorded and printed on paper. We see Money performing on TV, streaming on Facebook, even walking down the red carpet or dancing in our favorite theaters. The funny thing is – no matter how big, or even when it’s already right in front of us-- it’s still not enough. It can bare its ass or rip its shirt off, and still people would scream “Show Me The Money!”
Ah, Money. Can you really blame it if it comes and goes? Like the slippery character of my good old friend Leo in the movie “Catch Me If You Can”, Money is always on the move. The more you chase it with bright lights and flashing cameras, the faster it runs. Perhaps that’s why the Financial Wizards of the city have rounded up its long time buddies: ATM, Stocks, Bond and Investment to know where Money could possibly be hiding or go next. As a wannabe proper adult, I joined their session one lazy Saturday afternoon. And like any responsible citizen of the green-eyed online generation, I whipped out my smart phone and tweeted the conversation.
When it comes to their friend Money, these guys love to talk. I listened to them sprout the many virtues of Money over steaming lattes, cold yogurt and banana chocolate muffins in Coffee Bean. ATM, Stocks, Bond and Investment all claim the rumor to be true: Money is with them. In that case, who doesn’t want to be friends with friends of Money? Before we stress ourselves looking for Money, first, allow me to introduce you to its friends as they might just be our answer to finding it.
“Stocks” is the funny guy. It doesn’t sit still. It can fly with the Green Lantern one day then take a dip in the ocean the next, wherever the whim takes it. It’s exciting and adventurous, that’s why Money enjoys playing games with it. “Stocks” is no stranger to me, too. For a time, I played with it online. Eventually I found that just like a colicky baby, you’ll have to cuddle, research, monitor and handle it with great care to keep its energy high. With a demanding day job, I knew I had to take a break from its highs and lows. In fairness, in the brief time we spent together, it did “Show me the Money”. It might be worth playing again with one day soon.
ATM is the kind one. For as long as you register with Savings, it can show you the Money any time, 24/7. It’s all over the city, too, it’s not that difficult to find. And just like a dependable bartender, it can dispense advice and listen to your Money woes in sympathy. It’s kinda limiting though for it can only give you as much as it gets.
Bond is the quiet one. It doesn’t say much and it takes its fine time sipping coffee for as long as it pleases. It’s annoyingly smug too over the fact that Money stays in its house for long periods of time. “Show us the Money,” the coffee drinkers demand. But Bond, like James Bond, just sits there, shrugs and continues to sip coffee (though it’s really wishing for a dry martini).
Among them, Investment -being the richest- is Money’s best friend. And rightly so for it only has its best interests at heart. It doesn’t limit Money, it forces it to go out and reach its full potential. To help us all, Investment finally says, “Hey listen, the best way to see Money is just to spend time and party with us. We cannot guarantee it’ll be there all the time. Money, after all is the child of the Economies and we all know how unpredictable they are. But Money always comes back. It loves to party with us.”
“Where do you, party,” a lady in red stilettos finally asks. “Vudu? Penthouse? The Malls? I’ve been there, mind you, and all I know is that, even if we go to the party together, I keep losing Money there.”
ATM and Stocks break into peals of laughter. The overconfident Bond chuckles. Investment just smiles knowingly and says fondly, “That’s Money for you -- a tease and a heartbreaker.”
Apparently, these guys party differently. They usually hang out in any one of Investment’s houses like PruLife U.K., Manulife, Sunlife Financial, or simply The Bank. Investment boasts that these houses are well-guarded and run by professionals so Money feels safe. In rare occasions, ATM confides, Money also attends Networking parties like Unicity, Amway or Forever Living, but more often than not, it shows up too late, so networkers are easily disappointed.
Even with black coffee, I catch myself yawning at the thought. Maybe, Money is boring after all. Either that or there’s more to it than meets the eye. Who can tell?
Finally, like any die-hard tweeter, my fingers poised on the phone screen, I ask the golden question, “Any tips on how we can be friends with Money?”
Stocks: “Well, when you see Money, don’t pinch it too hard or hug it too tight. It really hates that. High and low, honey, it’s got to flow.”
ATM: “Just let it go. The more you give, the more you get. Look here, when you want a smile out of someone, what do you do? You give out your smile first, right? That’s just how it is with Money. The best way to get it is to give it away.
Bond, for the first time, takes a pause from brooding and drinking, long enough to utter two simple words: “Be patient.”
Investment, ever the practical guy, promptly brings out a long form and says with the conviction of a Nike: “Just do it! Sign up and party with us.” And then, even before the ink could dry…“Got any referrals?”
Oh well, why not? The more friends of Money, the merrier. Just retweet if you please.
-- SunStar Weekend, 02 July 2011
Sunday, June 12, 2011
A Soul from The Past
Commit the oldest sins, the newest kind of ways.
– W. Shakespeare
When I was a young Christian, I remember asking my spiritual guide if she believes in reincarnation. She told me then that no, we only get to live life once and then there’s judgment – whether a soul goes to heaven or hell.
Although, I had great respect for her and I believe that she is of God, somehow the answer didn’t quite ring true for me. I wanted to think she’s right but my heart was telling me otherwise.
For how else can you explain the lingering whispers of the past, that sense of déjà vu that tells you somehow you’ve lived a certain scene before? What do you make of the recurring dreams, so elusive and yet so familiar? Or how do you explain the instant connection you feel for a person you haven’t even met before?
At that time, I let the answer go. That was 10 years ago, but now, I’m haunted by the same question still.
You see, I couldn’t shake this nagging feeling that I’ve just met this soul from my past—how many lifetimes removed I have no way of knowing. Yet somehow, certain events lead me to believe that there is a karmic debt owed -- whether on his side or mine, I do not know.
The first time I saw him, I didn’t like him. He was fair of face and seemed to know it. He dressed well and strutted instead of walked. Shallow, I first thought, and so shrugged him off. But life has its own plans and I found myself thrown together with him and soon enough, we became close.
To my surprise, he has an old soul, just like what I always thought mine to be. Oh he’s vain and overly concerned with trivial things like most guys are in this generation, but there are moments he takes me aback with his nuggets of wisdom and rare perceptions of life which spark something in my own soul. I’ve seen him selfish, but I’ve also seen him kind and generous. He was a rare find and I loved him.
Then one night, I dreamed about him. The details to which are blurry to me now. But the feeling remains that somehow in that dream, he laughed at me – mockingly. He uttered words that seemed to have scorned my pride or my vanity. And then I woke up. Weird, I thought.
Days, weeks passed. I couldn’t explain it but I started getting annoyed with his little antics. There were moments I didn’t want to talk to him just because. I wanted space from him and I didn’t know why.
Then one day, we had a fight over the littlest thing. But just the same, like a broken dam, all the bitter feelings came rushing back. I was inexplicably mad and furious. He was surprisingly mean and cold. So we cut off our ties with each other.
And now, I seem to be waiting. Waiting for what exactly I don’t know. An explanation? A final fight for peace? For love to heal all wounds?
Days, weeks pass. As I wait, life goes on. Sometimes, earthly matters make me forget all about it. But there are times the feeling comes back. There’s an echo in the soul crying out— déjà vu. It’s all so familiar. We’ve been through this before.
And as I write this, I guess it’s no great coincidence that Jaime Licauco’s book “Soulmates, Karma & Reincarnation” (the only local book on this subject, I’m told) just landed on my lap. I admit I don’t completely agree with everything he wrote but, just like a crack of lightning, one line from his book strikes me:
The soul never forgets.
Time, it seems, has gotten away from us. He’s so far now. I don’t know if we’ll meet again in this lifetime. But the karmic debt has come knocking. I guess both of us have not ripened enough yet to resolve it now. Perhaps in the next life… or the one after.
But I pray, let it be now and let us find a way somehow. For after all, who knows if this lifetime were truly to be our last?
-- SunStar Weekend, June 11, 2011
– W. Shakespeare
When I was a young Christian, I remember asking my spiritual guide if she believes in reincarnation. She told me then that no, we only get to live life once and then there’s judgment – whether a soul goes to heaven or hell.
Although, I had great respect for her and I believe that she is of God, somehow the answer didn’t quite ring true for me. I wanted to think she’s right but my heart was telling me otherwise.
For how else can you explain the lingering whispers of the past, that sense of déjà vu that tells you somehow you’ve lived a certain scene before? What do you make of the recurring dreams, so elusive and yet so familiar? Or how do you explain the instant connection you feel for a person you haven’t even met before?
At that time, I let the answer go. That was 10 years ago, but now, I’m haunted by the same question still.
You see, I couldn’t shake this nagging feeling that I’ve just met this soul from my past—how many lifetimes removed I have no way of knowing. Yet somehow, certain events lead me to believe that there is a karmic debt owed -- whether on his side or mine, I do not know.
The first time I saw him, I didn’t like him. He was fair of face and seemed to know it. He dressed well and strutted instead of walked. Shallow, I first thought, and so shrugged him off. But life has its own plans and I found myself thrown together with him and soon enough, we became close.
To my surprise, he has an old soul, just like what I always thought mine to be. Oh he’s vain and overly concerned with trivial things like most guys are in this generation, but there are moments he takes me aback with his nuggets of wisdom and rare perceptions of life which spark something in my own soul. I’ve seen him selfish, but I’ve also seen him kind and generous. He was a rare find and I loved him.
Then one night, I dreamed about him. The details to which are blurry to me now. But the feeling remains that somehow in that dream, he laughed at me – mockingly. He uttered words that seemed to have scorned my pride or my vanity. And then I woke up. Weird, I thought.
Days, weeks passed. I couldn’t explain it but I started getting annoyed with his little antics. There were moments I didn’t want to talk to him just because. I wanted space from him and I didn’t know why.
Then one day, we had a fight over the littlest thing. But just the same, like a broken dam, all the bitter feelings came rushing back. I was inexplicably mad and furious. He was surprisingly mean and cold. So we cut off our ties with each other.
And now, I seem to be waiting. Waiting for what exactly I don’t know. An explanation? A final fight for peace? For love to heal all wounds?
Days, weeks pass. As I wait, life goes on. Sometimes, earthly matters make me forget all about it. But there are times the feeling comes back. There’s an echo in the soul crying out— déjà vu. It’s all so familiar. We’ve been through this before.
And as I write this, I guess it’s no great coincidence that Jaime Licauco’s book “Soulmates, Karma & Reincarnation” (the only local book on this subject, I’m told) just landed on my lap. I admit I don’t completely agree with everything he wrote but, just like a crack of lightning, one line from his book strikes me:
The soul never forgets.
Time, it seems, has gotten away from us. He’s so far now. I don’t know if we’ll meet again in this lifetime. But the karmic debt has come knocking. I guess both of us have not ripened enough yet to resolve it now. Perhaps in the next life… or the one after.
But I pray, let it be now and let us find a way somehow. For after all, who knows if this lifetime were truly to be our last?
-- SunStar Weekend, June 11, 2011
Sunday, May 29, 2011
One Night Stand with KL
Kuala Lumpur, also known to many as “KL”, is said to be the primary go-to place in Malaysia. Not only is it the capital and largest city of this country, it is also home to the tallest twin buildings of the world, The Petronas Towers. For a glimpse of this iconic wonder and more, I rode the 5-hour bus trip from Singapore—anxious yet patiently optimistic like a lover blessed with a small window of time.
Upon first sight, I took KL by the hand and let the conversation flow. I was delighted to find that this huge city is a fascinating mix of the old and new. It’s not so much different from home, really. Well, they’ve got taller buildings and wider spaces, true, but every now and then, you’ll be surprised to hear a familiar word or two, see the same old brands screaming on the streets and malls, even wonder at the same flyovers and wooden houses.
And the people, well, they look just as pretty as us Filipinos, don’t they? In fact, being brown-skinned and no taller than 5’2”, I’m often mistaken for a Malay native. That is, until my half-bemused responses to their “Selamat datang” (Welcome) “Selamat petang” (Good afternoon) or “Terima kasih” (Thank you), give me away as a foreigner.
Strolling along the streets, I took in the sights and malls. From its distinctive cuisine to its towering structures with Moorish, Tudor, Neo-Gothic and Grecian-Spanish architecture, KL has many treasures to offer. For me though, the real gem of KL is a cool, long-haired “TEKSI” driver named Andy, a third generation Malaysian of Indian descent.
You see, I was about ready to brush KL off as just another Manila, when Andy and his spanking “teksi” cruised by, full of tourist brochures, maps and tips on how to experience best his beloved city. With well-trained drivers like him, no wonder Malaysian tourism is booming. Like a real friend of KL, Andy was only too happy to show off its best side or tourist spots. And so, despite it not being in the itinerary, I found myself taking that 30-minute drive to BATU Caves and more.
Located in Gombak district, north of Kuala Lumpur, Batu Caves is a limestone hill, said to be around 400 million years old. Rising almost 100 meters above the ground, it has a series of caves and cave temples featuring ornate Hindu shrines, many of which relate to the story of Lord Murugan's victory over the demon Soorapadam. For the curious, there’s a steep flight of 272 steps leading to the shrine. The site is also well known for its numerous macaque monkeys (scary temple guardians, if you ask me) which visitors feed — sometimes unknowingly too.
The best way to romance the city, Andy says, is atop the famous KL Tower. So there I go on a 52-second elevator ride to what seems like forever.
At 276 meters above sea level, the KL Tower Observation Deck makes you fall in love with the city skyline, which you can get to know better via telescope or an audio kit available in 16 languages. You can also purchase a memento at the surrounding souvenir shops.
The KL Tower Terrace features the 1Malaysia Cultural Village, which offers visitors the rare opportunity of a walk-through Malaysia’s unique replicas of traditional 'kampung' houses in a village setting. Here, I bonded with ‘My Malaysia’ as it strongly brought back memories of home-- of scenic views, the “Bahay Kubo”, of smooth wooden floors, familiar tools and replicas.
Moving on, no visit is complete – Andy says—without a trip to Bukit Bintang district or Suria KLCC. Apparently, shopping is big in Malaysia, with Kuala Lumpur alone (according to Andy’s handy brochure) having 66 shopping malls. So, with a familiar Starbucks coffee on hand, I strolled along Suria KLCC, a premier shopping destination in Malaysia due to its location beneath the Petronas Twin Towers.
The mouthwatering smell of authentic Malaysian cuisine led me to Madam Kwan’s Café. One of the great pleasures of being in Kuala Lumpur, I find, is being able to savor its local cuisine and delicacies. Their hawker favorites like Curry Laksa (noodles in curry soup with chicken, fresh prawns, bean sprouts); Madam’s specialty of Nasi Bojari (tri-colored rice with assam prawns, beef rendang cooked in exotic herbs and, of course, deep fried chicken); Malaysian Satay with Chinese tea are particularly delicious. Burp away!
Night finally comes and the city dazzles with its fashionable tall buildings partying around town. Designed by what seems like a nice blend of old age colonial and futuristic architects, these skyscrapers strike their best pose in their evening gowns – some with unique skirting, others with layered floors, curves and hats, and mostly decked in glitter and gold. Of course, the most stunning of them all is the Petronas Twin Towers. The sheer size of it is already overwhelming. Add the colors and the lights all the way to its 88th floor, and you could happily stare at it for hours… till dreams take over.
By the break of dawn, I wake up and stand by my hotel room window, watching the sun rise over the towering buildings. They look different, colder somehow, with the new shade of the morning. Sipping on a cup of hot chocolate, I whisper my goodbyes to this sexy city. Dear KL, I can’t promise you I will be back soon as there are more places to see. But definitely, I will remember you fondly, every now and then.
-- SunStar Weekend, 28 May 2011
Upon first sight, I took KL by the hand and let the conversation flow. I was delighted to find that this huge city is a fascinating mix of the old and new. It’s not so much different from home, really. Well, they’ve got taller buildings and wider spaces, true, but every now and then, you’ll be surprised to hear a familiar word or two, see the same old brands screaming on the streets and malls, even wonder at the same flyovers and wooden houses.
And the people, well, they look just as pretty as us Filipinos, don’t they? In fact, being brown-skinned and no taller than 5’2”, I’m often mistaken for a Malay native. That is, until my half-bemused responses to their “Selamat datang” (Welcome) “Selamat petang” (Good afternoon) or “Terima kasih” (Thank you), give me away as a foreigner.
Strolling along the streets, I took in the sights and malls. From its distinctive cuisine to its towering structures with Moorish, Tudor, Neo-Gothic and Grecian-Spanish architecture, KL has many treasures to offer. For me though, the real gem of KL is a cool, long-haired “TEKSI” driver named Andy, a third generation Malaysian of Indian descent.
You see, I was about ready to brush KL off as just another Manila, when Andy and his spanking “teksi” cruised by, full of tourist brochures, maps and tips on how to experience best his beloved city. With well-trained drivers like him, no wonder Malaysian tourism is booming. Like a real friend of KL, Andy was only too happy to show off its best side or tourist spots. And so, despite it not being in the itinerary, I found myself taking that 30-minute drive to BATU Caves and more.
Located in Gombak district, north of Kuala Lumpur, Batu Caves is a limestone hill, said to be around 400 million years old. Rising almost 100 meters above the ground, it has a series of caves and cave temples featuring ornate Hindu shrines, many of which relate to the story of Lord Murugan's victory over the demon Soorapadam. For the curious, there’s a steep flight of 272 steps leading to the shrine. The site is also well known for its numerous macaque monkeys (scary temple guardians, if you ask me) which visitors feed — sometimes unknowingly too.
The best way to romance the city, Andy says, is atop the famous KL Tower. So there I go on a 52-second elevator ride to what seems like forever.
At 276 meters above sea level, the KL Tower Observation Deck makes you fall in love with the city skyline, which you can get to know better via telescope or an audio kit available in 16 languages. You can also purchase a memento at the surrounding souvenir shops.
The KL Tower Terrace features the 1Malaysia Cultural Village, which offers visitors the rare opportunity of a walk-through Malaysia’s unique replicas of traditional 'kampung' houses in a village setting. Here, I bonded with ‘My Malaysia’ as it strongly brought back memories of home-- of scenic views, the “Bahay Kubo”, of smooth wooden floors, familiar tools and replicas.
Moving on, no visit is complete – Andy says—without a trip to Bukit Bintang district or Suria KLCC. Apparently, shopping is big in Malaysia, with Kuala Lumpur alone (according to Andy’s handy brochure) having 66 shopping malls. So, with a familiar Starbucks coffee on hand, I strolled along Suria KLCC, a premier shopping destination in Malaysia due to its location beneath the Petronas Twin Towers.
The mouthwatering smell of authentic Malaysian cuisine led me to Madam Kwan’s Café. One of the great pleasures of being in Kuala Lumpur, I find, is being able to savor its local cuisine and delicacies. Their hawker favorites like Curry Laksa (noodles in curry soup with chicken, fresh prawns, bean sprouts); Madam’s specialty of Nasi Bojari (tri-colored rice with assam prawns, beef rendang cooked in exotic herbs and, of course, deep fried chicken); Malaysian Satay with Chinese tea are particularly delicious. Burp away!
Night finally comes and the city dazzles with its fashionable tall buildings partying around town. Designed by what seems like a nice blend of old age colonial and futuristic architects, these skyscrapers strike their best pose in their evening gowns – some with unique skirting, others with layered floors, curves and hats, and mostly decked in glitter and gold. Of course, the most stunning of them all is the Petronas Twin Towers. The sheer size of it is already overwhelming. Add the colors and the lights all the way to its 88th floor, and you could happily stare at it for hours… till dreams take over.
By the break of dawn, I wake up and stand by my hotel room window, watching the sun rise over the towering buildings. They look different, colder somehow, with the new shade of the morning. Sipping on a cup of hot chocolate, I whisper my goodbyes to this sexy city. Dear KL, I can’t promise you I will be back soon as there are more places to see. But definitely, I will remember you fondly, every now and then.
-- SunStar Weekend, 28 May 2011
Saturday, May 07, 2011
The Lion King in SIN City
Okay, I confess, when I was researching Asian destinations in travel sites like agoda.com and airasiatravel.com, it took me a moment to realize that SIN City was actually a code for Singapore. I know—funny, right? There I was ignoring it with the careful thought I should go look for a ‘wholesome’ destination. “Told you all along ‘twas what you were looking for,” the smartass in me could only roll my eyes.
What happens in SIN City anyway? It wasn’t the month of the ‘Big Singapore Sale’ so there’s no chance for greed. Singapore time and money (at current conversion rates: $1 = Php 35) are too precious for sloth. Local food? Nah, for me, too bland for gluttony. Wrath? Not a chance when the people are too disciplined and everything from transportation, the roads, to the placement of their buildings are too organized. You only have to stroll by the Marina Bay’s Esplanade and, as a Filipino, be amazed that somehow, it could be done after all. With that, yes, I admit a twinge of envy. What leadership, what hard work for their country! If only …
Just then, I was distracted by a roar on the streets. From one billboard to another: The Lion King has arrived! That is, Disney’s multi-award winning Landmark Musical has finally reached the shores of Singapore. As it happens, the Sands Theatre at Marina Bay Sands is currently the proud new 'home' of the Lion King produced by Disney's Theatrical Productions and Base Entertainment. Performing in Southeast Asia for the first time after touring the world over 13 years, this musical has already won over 70 major international theatre awards. As a matter of pride and lust, this, finally, is one hot happening I’ve got to see.
The story is, of course, familiar to anyone who saw the 1994 classic Disney film. At its heart, The Lion King is the powerful and moving story of Simba - the epic adventure of his journey from wide-eyed cub to his destined role as King of the Pride Lands. I’ve seen the film a handful of times (and loved it over and over) and yet, the story is even more powerful in theater – the death of Mufasa, the grief of Simba, the viciousness of Scar, the tug-of-war at Pride Rock—somehow it’s all magnified here.
Perhaps it was the moving live performances of its lead cast – Broadway veteran Jonathan Hume (Simba) and Puleng March (Nala). Or it could be the revolving stages, breathtaking lighting effects or simply the sheer size of the 1,600-seat Sands Theater, which easily filled up even 30 minutes before show time.
Whatever it is, Director Julie Taymore was able to blend African art and Broadway artistry brilliantly. From the first Zulu chant—that hair-tingling moment when Rafiki, the wise old baboon, opens the show chanting against the black and crimson African sunrise—all the way to the closing notes of the last song ‘Circle of Life’, I was on the edge of my seat, all the while thinking: O-M-G.
The theatre production was so wonderfully rich, it was hard to decide what to look at – the changing sets; the life-size animal puppets from elephants to rhinos, cheetahs and giraffes sauntering from the aisles to the stage; the twist of Balinese-inspired jungle dances; or the characters behind the elaborate masks and complicated costumes. All these to process while you vainly try to remember the haunting lyrics of Elton John and Tim Rice’s Academy Award-winning ‘Can You Feel The Love Tonight’.
Yeah, it definitely got me. For two whole hours, I was blissfully lost (and found) in the African Savannah.
As I watch it all in SIN City, it’s only quite natural that I pick up a few lessons from The Lion King as well: 1) That hyenas are really annoying; 2) That bad things do happen, and there’s nothing you can do about it (Timon to Simba); 3) Just because someone says it's your fault doesn't always mean it is (Scar); 4) Remember who you are and where you came from – at the bottom of it all, you are still The King’s child (Musafa); 5) When the burden’s too big, better let it go-- “Hakuna Matata” or No worries! (Timon and Pumbaa); 6) It’s always a worthwhile challenge to live and breathe and try not to eat each other; and 7) Finally, a lesson from the Baboon: we can cannot run from our past, instead we learn from our sins/mistakes and turn these into opportunities for discovery and growth.
After the show, going back to the concrete jungle of SIN City was a bit disconcerting. We washed it down with Tiger beers.
We went up to the intriguing Marina Bay Sands’ SkyPark, a giant surfboard or a ship (depending on how you look at it) floating atop three hotel towers. At the viewing deck, 200 meters in the sky, I took a moment and looked down towards the bay, the towering structures and bright lights of SIN City. Yes, definitely, there’s pride there. But well-placed, if you ask me.
You see, Singapore is unique. From a humble beginning, this tiny island with no oil, not even resources as abundant as ours, has managed to emerge as an economic powerhouse, from third world to first world in a matter of decades. Well, no wonder it’s Asia’s very own Pride Rock, don’t you think?
According to the “Malay Annals”, once upon a time, a prince of the Sri Vijaya empire landed on the island and heard a strange beast roaring, which he later learned was a lion. He immediately named the island “Singapura”, a Sanskrit word for Lion (Singa) and the City (Pura). Centuries later, The Lion King lands in the city as well, still roaring with success. In the Sin City jungle, I suppose, the lion never sleeps.
The Lion King Musical plays at The Marina Bay Sands Theatre, with eight shows a week, till the final curtain call on 31st May 2011. Ticket starts from $65 to $240. If you happen to be in Singapore or are planning to visit anytime soon, go watch it. You won’t regret it lah!
--SunStar Weekend, May 7, 2011
Sunday, April 17, 2011
The Songs of Sentosa
I’ve never owned an iPod so I’m always fascinated by the sight of more and more people getting earplugged (not earrings) and easily shutting off the world – or any form of conversation for that matter– as they immerse in music. Forgive me if you catch me staring sometimes but, aside from the fact that your gadget looks way too cool, my mind also tends to wander and wonder about mundane stuff like – “What’s that song that’s making you bop your head nonstop?” Or, “Hey dude, we’re in Sentosa. Does your iPod manage to catch the beat of the island?” I can only guess.
When traveling, I always find it important to feel the rhythm of the place – be it slow, fast or easy. That way, it’s easier to get to the heart of any destination. Sentosa Island, Singapore, in particular, brings a wave of unforgettable iTunes you can easily download from its surrounding waters, beautiful structures, dazzling technology, attractions and people. If given the chance to save and shuffle the songs of Sentosa in any iPod, my playlist would be as follows:
UNDER THE SEA
Sentosa, dubbed as Asia’s favorite playground, takes entertainment to a whole new level by bringing in our favorite ocean playmates – Oscar the fish and the flipping dolphins, among others. Its dazzling 83-meter long glass tube is an interactive, one-of-a-kind Underwater World experience as it surrounds you with a wealth of marine life. Like a toddler in the sea, I couldn’t get enough of playing peek-a-boo with the sharks, trying to rub noses with the adorable dugong or running alongside the graceful rays.
As if that wasn’t cool enough, at night, Sentosa beckons with the “Songs of the Sea” – an award-winning show played on water featuring lively music, amazing pyrotechnics, water jets, fire and a melody of lights. Simply magical! Sebastian the Crab apparently nailed it decades ago when he sang to the Little Mermaid, “Under the sea, under the sea, darlin’ it’s better down where it’s wetter, take it from me…” Percussions? Oscar, bring it on.
TRANSFORMERS
I have the sneaky feeling that Sentosa Island is not at all what it seems. Some things you see sleeping innocently at daylight, like cranes for example, could easily take flight at night. The Crane Dance, one of the major attractions in Resorts World Sentosa, tells the love story of a pair of mechanical cranes whose love, accordingly, transforms them into ‘real birds’. Unbelievable may be, but the astounding light and water effects, the sheer beauty and sight of steel cranes moving deftly in the midst of water and light illusion is something worth watching for. Then, there’s the placid Lake of Dreams at the heart of Festive Walk, which dramatically comes alive every night. “Simply smokin’” I call it, what with its playful illusions of fire-breathing dragons, water cannons and laser special effects. And the best thing is-- the show’s free! Another remarkable “transformer” is the Steven Spielberg-inspired studio over at Universal Studios, “Lights, Camera, Action!”, which easily rearranges itself to give a thrilling play of wind and fire as you get to experience a simulated hurricane in a New York City set. As that singer of the Transformers’ theme song wails, yes definitely, Sentosa is “more than meets the eye.”
HARD ROCK
One of the coolest hotels I’ve been to is Hard Rock Hotel in Resorts World Sentosa. Oozing with style and creativity, its design and memorabilia give testament to the glories of music and rock culture. The walls are adorned with the faces of revolutionary artists from the 50s to the new millennium such as Diana Ross – The Supremes, The King of Rock N Roll Elvis Presley, Michael Jackson, Bob Marley, Tina Turner, Madonna, U2, Rihanna and more. Just walking along the hall of fame with the blown-up photos of these rockin’ superstars makes you feel like a rock star yourself without the stress of having to cut a record album. They inspire you to dance or sing along, and as Alicia Keys on the wall would tell you, “No one, no one, no one can get in the way of what I’m feelin…”
AMERICAN IDOL
For me, Universal Studios Singapore is one big American musical experience. It offers not just one but a series of hit remakes racing through the charts. If I were to judge or vote for my favorite number in this theme park on Sentosa Island, it would have to be “Thriller!” sang by the freaky Monsters at Pantages Theater in simulated Hollywood. These cool rock n’ rollin’ Monsters, headlined by Count Dracula, Frankenstein, The Mummy and others, show the world they still have “IT”, with their screaming repertoire of “It’s My Life”; “You Give Love a Bad Name”, “Freak Out!” and once more, “Thriller Night”. In fact, they were so good, I had LSS (last song syndrome) while I was screaming my head off in the dark aboard the high-speed rollercoaster called Revenge of the Mummy in Ancient Egypt (another theme zone) – which, hands down, is definitely the most freaky ride ever. Sharp turns, fast reverse sections, fireballs, scarab beetles, Imhotep amidst total darkness…a psychological thriller, indeed!
The other song contenders in Universal Studios aren’t bad either. Timon and Pumba’s rendition of “In the Jungle, the Mighty Jungle” brings together well-loved animal characters like the Madagascar troupe and the “Far, Far Away Kingdom” (another major theme zone) mainstays Shrek, Donkey and Puss in Boots. But then, the jungle king still towers over all. At 37 meters high, Merlion – the half lion, half fish creature, sits on top of a hill, preening as people line up for a photo op.
Anastasia’s “A Journey to the Past” also blends well with The Lost World- Jurrasic Park and Waterworld, Ancient Egypt and old Hollywood featuring vintage cars and singing quartets with spanking shoes and oily hairdos as they belt out the Jukebox on the streets.
The “Empire State of Mind” duet by American rapper and hip hop artist Jay-Z and R&B soul singer Alicia Keys, is also a show stopper in the New York zone. This song easily encapsulates the place. To borrow their words, “In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh there's nothing you can't do, now you're in New York. These streets will make you feel brand new, big lights (and bright yellow taxi cabs, mind you) will inspire you. Let's hear it for New York!”
However, the one garnering the most popular text votes, I bet, would be “Paparazzi”. There’s hardly ever any tourist in sight without a camera on hand. There are queues everywhere of people wanting to photograph with fake celebrities. But you know who the biggest superstar is? Nah, not Marilyn Monroe or even the Merlion. Listen and listen well as Lady Gaga clues us in, “Baby there’s no other superstar, you know that I’ll be papa-paparazzi.”
BUSES AND TRAINS
What I find absolutely delightful in Sentosa Island is its very organized – and take note: free! – transport system. For every significant destination, there are always color-coded buses, trams or trains waiting to bring you there. Inspired by the song “Buses and Trains” by the Bachelor Girl, I (to rephrase a bit) “walked towards a bus, got picked by a train, keep fallin’ in love, which is kind of the same… and it felt so good, I wanna do it again!”
While scribbling notes on this musical journey, I‘m yet on another bus on my way to nowhere. As we exit the gates of Sentosa Island, I couldn’t help but hum along and bop my head – sans iPod—to the lingering chords of Michael Jackson’s “Don’t forget me when I’m gone… my heart would break….”
-- SunStar Weekend, 16 April 2011
When traveling, I always find it important to feel the rhythm of the place – be it slow, fast or easy. That way, it’s easier to get to the heart of any destination. Sentosa Island, Singapore, in particular, brings a wave of unforgettable iTunes you can easily download from its surrounding waters, beautiful structures, dazzling technology, attractions and people. If given the chance to save and shuffle the songs of Sentosa in any iPod, my playlist would be as follows:
UNDER THE SEA
Sentosa, dubbed as Asia’s favorite playground, takes entertainment to a whole new level by bringing in our favorite ocean playmates – Oscar the fish and the flipping dolphins, among others. Its dazzling 83-meter long glass tube is an interactive, one-of-a-kind Underwater World experience as it surrounds you with a wealth of marine life. Like a toddler in the sea, I couldn’t get enough of playing peek-a-boo with the sharks, trying to rub noses with the adorable dugong or running alongside the graceful rays.
As if that wasn’t cool enough, at night, Sentosa beckons with the “Songs of the Sea” – an award-winning show played on water featuring lively music, amazing pyrotechnics, water jets, fire and a melody of lights. Simply magical! Sebastian the Crab apparently nailed it decades ago when he sang to the Little Mermaid, “Under the sea, under the sea, darlin’ it’s better down where it’s wetter, take it from me…” Percussions? Oscar, bring it on.
TRANSFORMERS
I have the sneaky feeling that Sentosa Island is not at all what it seems. Some things you see sleeping innocently at daylight, like cranes for example, could easily take flight at night. The Crane Dance, one of the major attractions in Resorts World Sentosa, tells the love story of a pair of mechanical cranes whose love, accordingly, transforms them into ‘real birds’. Unbelievable may be, but the astounding light and water effects, the sheer beauty and sight of steel cranes moving deftly in the midst of water and light illusion is something worth watching for. Then, there’s the placid Lake of Dreams at the heart of Festive Walk, which dramatically comes alive every night. “Simply smokin’” I call it, what with its playful illusions of fire-breathing dragons, water cannons and laser special effects. And the best thing is-- the show’s free! Another remarkable “transformer” is the Steven Spielberg-inspired studio over at Universal Studios, “Lights, Camera, Action!”, which easily rearranges itself to give a thrilling play of wind and fire as you get to experience a simulated hurricane in a New York City set. As that singer of the Transformers’ theme song wails, yes definitely, Sentosa is “more than meets the eye.”
HARD ROCK
One of the coolest hotels I’ve been to is Hard Rock Hotel in Resorts World Sentosa. Oozing with style and creativity, its design and memorabilia give testament to the glories of music and rock culture. The walls are adorned with the faces of revolutionary artists from the 50s to the new millennium such as Diana Ross – The Supremes, The King of Rock N Roll Elvis Presley, Michael Jackson, Bob Marley, Tina Turner, Madonna, U2, Rihanna and more. Just walking along the hall of fame with the blown-up photos of these rockin’ superstars makes you feel like a rock star yourself without the stress of having to cut a record album. They inspire you to dance or sing along, and as Alicia Keys on the wall would tell you, “No one, no one, no one can get in the way of what I’m feelin…”
AMERICAN IDOL
For me, Universal Studios Singapore is one big American musical experience. It offers not just one but a series of hit remakes racing through the charts. If I were to judge or vote for my favorite number in this theme park on Sentosa Island, it would have to be “Thriller!” sang by the freaky Monsters at Pantages Theater in simulated Hollywood. These cool rock n’ rollin’ Monsters, headlined by Count Dracula, Frankenstein, The Mummy and others, show the world they still have “IT”, with their screaming repertoire of “It’s My Life”; “You Give Love a Bad Name”, “Freak Out!” and once more, “Thriller Night”. In fact, they were so good, I had LSS (last song syndrome) while I was screaming my head off in the dark aboard the high-speed rollercoaster called Revenge of the Mummy in Ancient Egypt (another theme zone) – which, hands down, is definitely the most freaky ride ever. Sharp turns, fast reverse sections, fireballs, scarab beetles, Imhotep amidst total darkness…a psychological thriller, indeed!
The other song contenders in Universal Studios aren’t bad either. Timon and Pumba’s rendition of “In the Jungle, the Mighty Jungle” brings together well-loved animal characters like the Madagascar troupe and the “Far, Far Away Kingdom” (another major theme zone) mainstays Shrek, Donkey and Puss in Boots. But then, the jungle king still towers over all. At 37 meters high, Merlion – the half lion, half fish creature, sits on top of a hill, preening as people line up for a photo op.
Anastasia’s “A Journey to the Past” also blends well with The Lost World- Jurrasic Park and Waterworld, Ancient Egypt and old Hollywood featuring vintage cars and singing quartets with spanking shoes and oily hairdos as they belt out the Jukebox on the streets.
The “Empire State of Mind” duet by American rapper and hip hop artist Jay-Z and R&B soul singer Alicia Keys, is also a show stopper in the New York zone. This song easily encapsulates the place. To borrow their words, “In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh there's nothing you can't do, now you're in New York. These streets will make you feel brand new, big lights (and bright yellow taxi cabs, mind you) will inspire you. Let's hear it for New York!”
However, the one garnering the most popular text votes, I bet, would be “Paparazzi”. There’s hardly ever any tourist in sight without a camera on hand. There are queues everywhere of people wanting to photograph with fake celebrities. But you know who the biggest superstar is? Nah, not Marilyn Monroe or even the Merlion. Listen and listen well as Lady Gaga clues us in, “Baby there’s no other superstar, you know that I’ll be papa-paparazzi.”
BUSES AND TRAINS
What I find absolutely delightful in Sentosa Island is its very organized – and take note: free! – transport system. For every significant destination, there are always color-coded buses, trams or trains waiting to bring you there. Inspired by the song “Buses and Trains” by the Bachelor Girl, I (to rephrase a bit) “walked towards a bus, got picked by a train, keep fallin’ in love, which is kind of the same… and it felt so good, I wanna do it again!”
While scribbling notes on this musical journey, I‘m yet on another bus on my way to nowhere. As we exit the gates of Sentosa Island, I couldn’t help but hum along and bop my head – sans iPod—to the lingering chords of Michael Jackson’s “Don’t forget me when I’m gone… my heart would break….”
-- SunStar Weekend, 16 April 2011
Saturday, April 02, 2011
Postcards from Bali
Dear Readers,
I have traveled far to visit the famous and most photographed island called Bali, Indonesia. To be blunt, getting to the ‘land of the gods’ was not exactly a walk in the park. It’s almost like journeying to Narnia. First, fellow adventurer Jan and I have to go through the confusing maze of Kuala Lumpur’s airport and run through the mad crowd towards the tiny plane that would take us to the island. But then you have to guess which plane among those lined up in the runway as there were absolutely no signs or clues, how could that be? But following our gut, we passed the test on that and climbed aboard the right one. Then, upon landing, there were the dragons at the gate, otherwise known as Customs, who just had to pick on you just because you’re a damsel without a knight in shining armor. Well, there’s nothing left to do but smile, play the game and, if you’re lucky, tame the dragons, which we did. Finally, outside the gates of Ngurah Rai airport, there were the hyenas that welcome you with a smile, bring you to your coach… and then, ta-da! charge you almost like an arm and a leg of your carry-on rupiah. Shameless, just shameless. But after surviving the challenge of the maze, the dragons and the hyenas, it was almost like the gods were smiling down on us. From the distance, we could hear the enchanting echo of the gong. We were ready to enter Bali. Ah, Bali. For a glimpse of this delightful island, let me share with you some postcards. – xoxo –
Postcard #1 Kuta Beach
Dear Bro,
How’s Boracay? Would you believe it, I’m frolickin’ here in southern Bali – the famous Kuta Beach to be exact. The locals tell us Kuta used to be a sleepy fishing village half a century ago, but slowly expanded since the 1960s after its long sandy beach was discovered by travelers from Asia and wandering surfers from nearby Australia. To tell you the truth, the beach is kinda disappointing, it’s grayish and not that smooth – nothing like the powdery white sands of Boracay. But the sunsets? Wow, simply spectacular. A short walk on the beach leads you to the Boardwalk, where you’ll find the chic beachfront ‘Discovery Shopping Mall’, a line of shops, boutiques, galleries and restaurants. I know, I know, so what, right? But you see, aside from being a shopping mecca and the centre of night life activities in Southern Bali, Kuta is also famous for its breaking waves and waist-deep water, making it perfect for surfing, wakeboarding, and of course your sport- kiteboarding. You’d love it here, bro. Miss ya. -xoxo-
Postcard #2 Bintang Beer
Dear Drinking Buddies,
I have a confession to make. For the first time, I passed over my fave margarita for a few bottles of the local beer. I don’t normally drink beer, right? But Bali’s ice-cold Bintang Pilsener is simply irresistible. Originally from Java, Bintang (which means “star” in Indonesia) is by far the smoothest beer I’ve ever gulped down without an aftertaste. I’m hereby sending to you a postcard of Bintang. Have you seen it? Would you happen to know where we can find it in Cebu? If not, perhaps, you can forward this to our favorite bars and hopefully, they will import it soon. Till the next drink. Cheers! – xoxo –
Postcard #3 Bali Coffee
Dear Mom,
I took a whiff of the best-tasting coffee here in Bali (even perhaps the world) and thought of you. We visited a coffee plantation in Wedang Sari, Sebatu Village in Kintamani where they also grow their own honey, lemon, cinnamon and more. We saw how they harvested, ground and prepared their coffee. The most interesting was the Kopi Luwak - coffee made from the beans of coffee berries which have been eaten by the Asian Palm Civet (weasel-like face, cat-like body and long tail with fur which may be either gray or brown with darker stripes). These beans pass through its digestive tract, then defecated seemingly without losing their original shape. These are then collected, washed, sun dried, roasted and ground as required, yielding an aromatic coffee that is noted as the most expensive and rare in the world. Unfortunately, we didn’t try it though as it’s so expensive and the whole process frankly just weirded me out a bit. However, they did offer us a free taste of their ginger tea, lemon tea, ginseng coffee, ginger coffee, chocolate coffee and the original pure Bali coffee. It smelled so good and the taste was unlike anything I’ve ever tried. It’s just heavenly, mom. I’ll bring you some. – xoxo-
PostCard #4 Ubud Market
Dear Sis,
I know you sent me to Bali on a mission – to find one of your uniquely shaped purses. But despite going to different markets already, I still couldn’t find it. Are you sure that even exists? Nevertheless, Balinese bazaar-hopping is fun. I get a kick out of being asked “How much would you like to pay, daahh-ling?” or “Don’t you like this one, dahling? It suits you dah-ling.” Apparently, Bali is the land of the dah-lings. Anyway, we will continue on to the colorful Ubud market where they sell all things from batik, silver, handcrafted bags, jars, paintings and hopefully, your purse. Don’t worry sis, I’m not giving up on the mission. You are, after all, a dah-ling. –xoxo-
Postcard #5 Balinese Painting
To my artist friends,
Bali totally inspires in the richness of its art and handicrafts, especially in the Ubud art villages of Celuk, Batubulan and Batuan. In Celuk, we met the gold and silver smith who lured us into buying silver rings we couldn’t resist. Batubulan, which our guide explained means “stone” (batu) and “man” (bulan), is famous for its intricate stone carvings displayed in houses and lined up on the streets. Finally, in Batuan, we visited the house of the master painter I Wayan Mardiana and his brothers Made (2nd); Nyoman (3rd) and Ketut (4th) – also all painters—whose gallery simply explodes in color and the most variety I’ve ever seen from elephants to Hindu gods, women, landscapes and more. As you can see, I stole a shot for inspiration. –xoxo-
Postcard #6 Jimbaran Seafood
Dear Popsy,
For our last supper, our Balinese guide, Made, took us to a fresh grilled seafood restaurant in Jimabaran Bay, said to be the best place to enjoy dinner at sunset, with a unique Balinese dance from the lovely Hindu epic Ramayan. And what a feast it was with crabs, shrimps, fish, mussels and veggies, plus Bintang beer. I know you won’t be easily impressed with this, after all, you can find all these food in your own backyard. Anyway, how’s your side of the sea in Medellin, pops? As I prepare to eat this feast, sadly I realize I still don’t know how to pinch a crab. Wish you were here. –xoxo-
Postcard #7 Tanah Lot
Dear Elizabeth Gilbert,
One fine day in Bali, we took a long drive from Kuta to Kintamani to gaze at the majesty of its semi-active volcano Mt. Batur. Then we proceeded to see the amazing rice terraces at Tegallalang and ended by sunset in Tanah Lot, where a great temple stands on a huge rock by the Indian Ocean. Somehow, between the peak of Mt. Batur and the uneven rice plains of Tegallang, I began to wonder about your journey and search for balance between devotion and pleasure in Bali. In the temple at Tanah Lot, before they granted us entry, they let us drink from the holy spring, put a yellow flower behind our ear, and dabbed some grains on our forehead. Yes, I felt both the devotion to their faith and pleasure over beauty, but balance? It’s such a tricky thing isn’t it? Bali, since I set foot on the island, has been consistently throwing me off guard. In Tanah Lot, as I sit between a huge rock and the Indian Ocean, I feel my world shift yet again. Still, I smile at the setting sun as I remember your words, “Even in my underpants, I feel different.” –xoxo-
--SunStar Weekend, April 2, 2011
I have traveled far to visit the famous and most photographed island called Bali, Indonesia. To be blunt, getting to the ‘land of the gods’ was not exactly a walk in the park. It’s almost like journeying to Narnia. First, fellow adventurer Jan and I have to go through the confusing maze of Kuala Lumpur’s airport and run through the mad crowd towards the tiny plane that would take us to the island. But then you have to guess which plane among those lined up in the runway as there were absolutely no signs or clues, how could that be? But following our gut, we passed the test on that and climbed aboard the right one. Then, upon landing, there were the dragons at the gate, otherwise known as Customs, who just had to pick on you just because you’re a damsel without a knight in shining armor. Well, there’s nothing left to do but smile, play the game and, if you’re lucky, tame the dragons, which we did. Finally, outside the gates of Ngurah Rai airport, there were the hyenas that welcome you with a smile, bring you to your coach… and then, ta-da! charge you almost like an arm and a leg of your carry-on rupiah. Shameless, just shameless. But after surviving the challenge of the maze, the dragons and the hyenas, it was almost like the gods were smiling down on us. From the distance, we could hear the enchanting echo of the gong. We were ready to enter Bali. Ah, Bali. For a glimpse of this delightful island, let me share with you some postcards. – xoxo –
Postcard #1 Kuta Beach
Dear Bro,
How’s Boracay? Would you believe it, I’m frolickin’ here in southern Bali – the famous Kuta Beach to be exact. The locals tell us Kuta used to be a sleepy fishing village half a century ago, but slowly expanded since the 1960s after its long sandy beach was discovered by travelers from Asia and wandering surfers from nearby Australia. To tell you the truth, the beach is kinda disappointing, it’s grayish and not that smooth – nothing like the powdery white sands of Boracay. But the sunsets? Wow, simply spectacular. A short walk on the beach leads you to the Boardwalk, where you’ll find the chic beachfront ‘Discovery Shopping Mall’, a line of shops, boutiques, galleries and restaurants. I know, I know, so what, right? But you see, aside from being a shopping mecca and the centre of night life activities in Southern Bali, Kuta is also famous for its breaking waves and waist-deep water, making it perfect for surfing, wakeboarding, and of course your sport- kiteboarding. You’d love it here, bro. Miss ya. -xoxo-
Postcard #2 Bintang Beer
Dear Drinking Buddies,
I have a confession to make. For the first time, I passed over my fave margarita for a few bottles of the local beer. I don’t normally drink beer, right? But Bali’s ice-cold Bintang Pilsener is simply irresistible. Originally from Java, Bintang (which means “star” in Indonesia) is by far the smoothest beer I’ve ever gulped down without an aftertaste. I’m hereby sending to you a postcard of Bintang. Have you seen it? Would you happen to know where we can find it in Cebu? If not, perhaps, you can forward this to our favorite bars and hopefully, they will import it soon. Till the next drink. Cheers! – xoxo –
Postcard #3 Bali Coffee
Dear Mom,
I took a whiff of the best-tasting coffee here in Bali (even perhaps the world) and thought of you. We visited a coffee plantation in Wedang Sari, Sebatu Village in Kintamani where they also grow their own honey, lemon, cinnamon and more. We saw how they harvested, ground and prepared their coffee. The most interesting was the Kopi Luwak - coffee made from the beans of coffee berries which have been eaten by the Asian Palm Civet (weasel-like face, cat-like body and long tail with fur which may be either gray or brown with darker stripes). These beans pass through its digestive tract, then defecated seemingly without losing their original shape. These are then collected, washed, sun dried, roasted and ground as required, yielding an aromatic coffee that is noted as the most expensive and rare in the world. Unfortunately, we didn’t try it though as it’s so expensive and the whole process frankly just weirded me out a bit. However, they did offer us a free taste of their ginger tea, lemon tea, ginseng coffee, ginger coffee, chocolate coffee and the original pure Bali coffee. It smelled so good and the taste was unlike anything I’ve ever tried. It’s just heavenly, mom. I’ll bring you some. – xoxo-
PostCard #4 Ubud Market
Dear Sis,
I know you sent me to Bali on a mission – to find one of your uniquely shaped purses. But despite going to different markets already, I still couldn’t find it. Are you sure that even exists? Nevertheless, Balinese bazaar-hopping is fun. I get a kick out of being asked “How much would you like to pay, daahh-ling?” or “Don’t you like this one, dahling? It suits you dah-ling.” Apparently, Bali is the land of the dah-lings. Anyway, we will continue on to the colorful Ubud market where they sell all things from batik, silver, handcrafted bags, jars, paintings and hopefully, your purse. Don’t worry sis, I’m not giving up on the mission. You are, after all, a dah-ling. –xoxo-
Postcard #5 Balinese Painting
To my artist friends,
Bali totally inspires in the richness of its art and handicrafts, especially in the Ubud art villages of Celuk, Batubulan and Batuan. In Celuk, we met the gold and silver smith who lured us into buying silver rings we couldn’t resist. Batubulan, which our guide explained means “stone” (batu) and “man” (bulan), is famous for its intricate stone carvings displayed in houses and lined up on the streets. Finally, in Batuan, we visited the house of the master painter I Wayan Mardiana and his brothers Made (2nd); Nyoman (3rd) and Ketut (4th) – also all painters—whose gallery simply explodes in color and the most variety I’ve ever seen from elephants to Hindu gods, women, landscapes and more. As you can see, I stole a shot for inspiration. –xoxo-
Postcard #6 Jimbaran Seafood
Dear Popsy,
For our last supper, our Balinese guide, Made, took us to a fresh grilled seafood restaurant in Jimabaran Bay, said to be the best place to enjoy dinner at sunset, with a unique Balinese dance from the lovely Hindu epic Ramayan. And what a feast it was with crabs, shrimps, fish, mussels and veggies, plus Bintang beer. I know you won’t be easily impressed with this, after all, you can find all these food in your own backyard. Anyway, how’s your side of the sea in Medellin, pops? As I prepare to eat this feast, sadly I realize I still don’t know how to pinch a crab. Wish you were here. –xoxo-
Postcard #7 Tanah Lot
Dear Elizabeth Gilbert,
One fine day in Bali, we took a long drive from Kuta to Kintamani to gaze at the majesty of its semi-active volcano Mt. Batur. Then we proceeded to see the amazing rice terraces at Tegallalang and ended by sunset in Tanah Lot, where a great temple stands on a huge rock by the Indian Ocean. Somehow, between the peak of Mt. Batur and the uneven rice plains of Tegallang, I began to wonder about your journey and search for balance between devotion and pleasure in Bali. In the temple at Tanah Lot, before they granted us entry, they let us drink from the holy spring, put a yellow flower behind our ear, and dabbed some grains on our forehead. Yes, I felt both the devotion to their faith and pleasure over beauty, but balance? It’s such a tricky thing isn’t it? Bali, since I set foot on the island, has been consistently throwing me off guard. In Tanah Lot, as I sit between a huge rock and the Indian Ocean, I feel my world shift yet again. Still, I smile at the setting sun as I remember your words, “Even in my underpants, I feel different.” –xoxo-
--SunStar Weekend, April 2, 2011
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