My partner and my dog had a chance to spend a weekend with friends in Subic, some time last year. It was a first for us, for several different reasons. First time with our Milo to come with us on an out of town trip. First time for us to do a weekend staycation outside Metro Manila, with friends and some of my colleagues. This was also when I had my first underwater kiss, preserved forever digitally using a Sony Xperia Z phone (what a wonder that phone is! Now, we have one of our own – a Z3).
We stayed at Treasure Island. It was a small-ish resort with a pool and it’s rooms had a boutique hotel-feel to it. Ours were painted blue and the bed frame was in cement!
We visited the PX Goods outlets and had some shopping at Puregold Duty Free (SPAM was really cheap there). I would like to commend the security staff of Puregold, by the way. Because we had Milo and it was scorching hot outside so we couldn’t leave him in the car, the guard and the manager allowed us to leave Milo (inside his carriage) in a shopping cart by the entrance, inside the store! Thank you sirs! We went to this chinese restaurant, Kung Fu Kitchen in Harbor Point for dinner which served a very good Xiao Long Bao.
It was sad that we didn’t get to go to Zoobic Safari which I really wanted to visit but we woke up really late the next day as we had a lot of chismis the night before with a lot of games and some drinking.
Here are some more pics of our weekend getaway. It was a very memorable experience for us. Even our drive home was fun!
Due to familial connections, I had two nights free at Richmonde Hotel in Ortigas! Fun!
This was back in October 2013, (I know, two years ago!) but I am backing up travels and places right now and I’m starting here.
So an aunt based in Dubai came home for a quick vacay and because she had an investment with the Megaworld condos, she had this gift card for 2-nights at a Deluxe Room in Richmonde Ortigas. Oh well, what am I to do but chaperone?
The room was nice and very comfy beds and sheets and pillows, as expected. The pool was exceptional and I loved it so much because not a lot of people were checked in, I guess owing to the big brother Richmonde Eastwood. The hotel was decked with Halloween decor. I can’t remember much of the buffet breakfast but I loved the small smoking area right at the corner of the mezzanine hotel restaurant, overlooking Lourdes School and very much in view of Megamall. The hotel is literally walking distance to the mall.
I would say I like the hotel a lot. In fact last year, I was calling up for a hotel reservation on New Years and I pencil booked for Richmonde. I wanted to try the one in Eastwood but I was like number 40+ in the waiting list. I could have booked the one here but last minute I got a confirmation for the new Marco Polo so I opted to stay there instead.
All in all, not a bad place to stay the night. I would say this is best for overnight stay on business, as it’s so close to EDSA and everything and everywhere’s accessible from there. Although if you want all the bangs and whistles for a weekend staycation, I suggest to look elsewhere.
PS – This is not a paid advertisment of the hotel. In fact, it was free! But should you need to contact the hotel for booking, you know the drill.
I had such high hopes for this blog. I read a book or watch another movie and then write about it. I’d do it each day, no fail. I had tons of movies and a lot of books so I wouldn’t really run out of material.
But it’s been three days of non-stop movie surfing and reading through Chapter 1’s and I have yet to stumble into something good. I’m in a rut. I’m having word-constipation. I am blocked.
Babe heckled me earlier today, “what happened to your blog now? Nothing!” That definitely cramped my style.
So it brought me to thinking why I endeavor to write. This happened while I was watching Midnight in Paris. And in the movie Gertrude Stein said: “We all fear death and question our place in the universe. The artist’s job is not to succumb to despair, but to find an antidote for the emptiness of existence.”
That’s it then. I do not fancy myself an artist but I can’t put it to words better myself. While I am literally suffering from being out of a job right now, I can’t hep but morosely think that the office I left would not be suffering alongside me. It would go on. Everyone goes on. I was a visitor and it was time that I leave. But what of me? What of the sweat and hard work, the sleepless nights, the fostered friendships among colleagues? They go on, too. Nothing stays. Nothing lingers.
While I don’t fancy seeing my name or God-forbid my face all over the internet, this is still a record of me somewhere. And one time, in the world of fleeting memories and constant changes, there is a tangible proof of my life. I watch my movies, I read my books, and then I write down my thoughts and sometimes my feelings, the best way I can. I capture a time of my life, a life that I fear is as insignificant in this endlessly moving world.
I have been bawling uncontrollably, and I’m just drying my eyes now so I can see what I’m writing down. You see, I just finished season 3 of Glee and that last episode of Finn telling Rachel there’s no wedding and she’s on the 4:30(?) train to New York while he’s staying to join the army, because (sob), that’s the right thing to do. I just can’t…
I’m sorry. There are parallels to my life right now and all I have done so far is hiding and wishing so hard that all these, all these things happening to me would just go away and evaporate. I’m so scared! I stay on my couch this whole time not bothering to answer calls or texts or even Viber.
But I digress. Glee has been one of my favorite TV Shows since it started. Watching it brings me back to my high school choir days memorizing my parts and trying desperately to read the sheet music. I loved it and I miss it terribly. In college, I auditioned and became part of one of the choir groups but I couldn’t deal with the dancing. I was just into straight singing and to be honest, not even very good.
Back to Glee, it’s not so much the dialogues although I really enjoy the comedic treatment on most of the scenes but it’s more the context that I really identify with. Just this last episode, I was crying so much because I don’t know if I ever could have the courage that Finn had shown. I think the right thing to do for me right now is not something I can do. And it scares me so much.
I must be confusing you right now. Well, I confuse myself sometimes. Let me leave you with this, and this is just before Rachel hopped on the train.
Finn:“I wanna marry you so badly I can’t go through with it.”
Finn:“Look, you’re gonna get on that train. And you’re gonna go to New York and you’re gonna be a star. Without me. That’s how much I love you.”
My first website! Can you imagine?! This isn’t my first blog but for the first time, I had thought of one coherent theme, with a start and end, and this is it. So come in and have a seat. Welcome to my living room.
For the past five months, I have been staying home since I lost my job. Couch potato would not even begin to describe what I have been. I can still feel my butt impressions on my sofa.
So with this blog, I am inviting you to come in and share what I am doing these days – from the adventures Under the Sea to spending nights in the Best Exotic Marigold Hotel, riding astride Saphira in beautiful Alagaesia, shopping at Barney’s with Becky Brandon, singing with the New Directions at McKinley High, and everything in between. We’ll talk about my favorites and the parts I love the most. And I will try not to mention what I hate about it. Promise (crossing fingers).
I hope to be able to get a full-time job again soon and that would probably mean the end of In My Living Room. But whilst I am in my sofa, worrying about where I’m going to get grocery money from next, I welcome you to join me in the living room adventures mostly from my 1 TB hard drive Apollo.