Day 034 – 2018.03.02

Perhaps he universe wanted me to be more hyped over this Cebu trip, so he played a trick on me.

I don’t regularly check my emails, but I did on a Friday night, around 10 PM. Opened the wrong account for the one I’m looking for, but the right one to receive the message from Cebu Pacific: You have been rebooked to a later flight.

It was almost an hour of fighting the urge to flip everything and everyone, but after almost 30 minutes of arrangement, we got a 3 AM flight instead of a 9:30 AM which was our original time.

By the time I finished the transaction, it was already 11:30 in the evening, I was not finished packing and I had no sleep yet. I had to be with my friends at 1:30 to go to the airport and check in by 2 AM.


Anyhow, we survived everything. Flight was smooth, I was able to catch some Zs while in transit, and Cebu welcomed us with gloomy skies.

I caught myself at the brink of crying and my heart clenched a bit when I was walking at the airport and seeing ground crews.

I remember dad.

He used to work at the airport. He used to wear those neon-colored vests probably or the neon-colored jumper, and he used to ride those trucks for the plane’s fuel. I wondered how he moved around as a ground’s man. Every single personen with a vest reminded me of Dad.

I knew then, I’m always going to have mixed feelings being at the airport.

Anyhow, later we had breakfast at Chowking and planned from there. By around 9 AM, we got a deal to visit some islands in Mactan to snorkel and swim.

I’m not big on waters, but I like what nature shows me from beaches or inside a boat, so I’d still say it was a great experience.

The water was very clean and clear, so it was easy to spot fish and other children of the ocean even without disturbing them in the water.

After leaving the area of Lapu-lapu going into Cebu City, I noticed that the jeeps are different from the ones in Manila. They like small owner-typed jeepneys, so they are narrower inside.

They are pained in solid colors of red, green, blue, etc. and absent of the details of a traditional jeep. A local explained that it’s not because of the jeepney policy which is a national issue now, it’s just what it had always been in Cebu. It’s a unique flavor of the place then.

I also noticed that the Uber drivers are really friendly. I guess they are used to the tourists. Actually, most of the people we have interacted with so far are really friendly! Also, there’s this lingering familiarity of Manila, but when I started hearing Cebuano everywhere, I’m reminded that I’m indeed in a trip in the Visayas.

So over all, I like this trip so far. 🙂


Day 032 – 2018.01.02

Finally. Finaaallllyyyyy~~~~~ I’ve finished reading this Simon book.



I’m usually not happy to finish reading a story if they are good, like there’s the feeling of accomplishment for being able to focus and just read, but then you’ve grown somehow attached to the characters that you don’t want to say goodbye just yet, but then there’s this book with all the unnecessary dialogues–internal and external–that I’m like, yasssssss, we done here!

It was only half of the book when the plot seemed to be moving. Yes, Simon’s friends are important to his development as a person, but then there’s too many details about them which are unnecessary for the plot to move. The conflict was established immediately, like in the first chapter, and then it only moved by half of the book. The next parts of it felt like fillers instead.

I just wanted to know who was Blue because the email exchanges were very nice, at least.

So I’ll just look forward to the movie. At least, in the limitations of the medium to not include some internal dialogues, I’ll be saved from them with the story still in tact.

Simon Versus the Homo Sapiens Agenda” (novel) – 3/5 stars

Day 031 – 2018.31.01

Kindle broke my heart–again
(the relationship)

I’ve never been in a real relationship, so I can’t really miss or mourn for something I never have, but I’ve been in numerous relationships with gadgets I’ve grown to really love and be attached with, so in retrospect, yes, I’ve had my heart broken.

Twice, by the same thing.

You see, I made a djzsdbfkjsdbfknd;jgbdf;jgbld of a post when my Kindle, Sir Benedict, suddenly summons into life after suddenly deciding to give me the cold shoulder (unresponsive screen) without a clear clue of what I could have done wrong. It was like I was happily living in the relationship, but the love had become one-sided, and I was blind about it.

But I negotiated. I tried my best to revive it using various ways the Internet suggested (wall charging, hard resetting, factory reset, etc.), but alas, no response.

So I gave it space. I left it alone for a few days, but in between breaths and work, I prayed that it will come back. After some time I checked on it again. Perhaps it will come back to life–to me–just as suddenly as it died on me.

But it didn’t.

So I decided. Perhaps, it was time to move on.

Despite missing it, I looked for others, for replacements. Something cheaper, something that others have enjoyed, but Sir Benedict will always be the focal point. It’s like life before and after it. I even went back to physical books, thinking it was a better distraction because physical books and kindle, have different feels.

One day, after almost a month, I missed Sir Benedict. Just trying my chance, just one time, with a spark of hope, I reconnected with it.

And it responded to my fingers. My Kindle was warm to me again!

I was happy. Elated! I couldn’t believe it for the love of me. How could it be?! But then, it didn’t matter. What mattered is that it was back, and I wanted to be more careful this time around.

Whenever I held it, whenever I opened it, there’s this lingering paranoia that it will say goodbye suddenly like last time. I made sure not to take it out, to put it down oh so carefully, and hold my breath whenever I wake it from sleep. I was in constant fear of losing it again.

Because now I know it can.
It will.
If it wanted to.
It will break my heart again.

And it did.

I was reading a fanfic one night when it suddenly decided to once again give me the cold shoulder.

This time, my earth didn’t shatter as much as the first time it happened. It felt like I was waiting for it to happened. And it was sad to realize that.

Oh, so very sad.

For the second time, this Kindle broke my heart.