8 and 9 June 2007. When editor Kristin Llerin asked me to write about Boljoon for the Cebu Yearbook, I asked, "Why ME?". I'd just written an article on it a few months before for the Lifestyle page (supposedly, it was what inspired the Yearbook editors to feature Boljoon in the yearbook), and I felt I had written all I had in me to write about Boljoon, after years of yearning for it. I'd explored all I wanted to. It was a closed book, as far as I was concerned. "Because you like to travel!" she said. Fine. It was MY Boljoon, after all, so I thought it might as well be me. When I got there on a Friday morning (the first weekend of the schoolyear, and I was already on another "vacation" :P) to interview some government officials, I discovered that there was an archeological dig going on in front of its historic church, and that there were actually still a couple of places I hadn't been to...which some of the locals hadn't even heard of, eit...
21 to 23 November 2008. After a horrendous week of coursework deadlines (gave a presentation on the 19th itself, stayed at the library till 5 a.m. that night to finish my chemistry paper due at noon the next day, woke up early on the 20th to proofread my paper, reprint and submit, then practice for another presentation at 1 pm), I finally got to properly celebrate the last year of my 20's on a tour of different villages along the English Jurassic coast (a UNESCO World Heritage site) in the county of Dorset. This year, though, I had the improbable (and ironic) surprise of actually having a classmate who's exactly my age. We found out we had the same birthday because we were groupmates for that presentation we had on our birthday :P So what's the probability of celebrating your birthday with someone exactly your age? Very small, I'm sure, and probably never again, so this was a rare gift. Because we both had all our November deadlines over last Thursday, we decided to do...
16-18 February 2007. It was supposed to be a field trip for a physical oceanography class I wasn't even enrolled in. So yes, I got on the boat and made the motions with the drogue and the GPS to map the currents. I had wanted to go to Danjugan Island ever since I read about it in a coffee table book in 2001. But instead of Danjugan, I got to stay in the precious little island across it, owned by the tito of one of my classmates. Imagine an island all to yourself--with its own kayak, great food, three adorable dachshunds, and sunrises and sunsets all throughout the year. The pictures, I think, speak better than I can.
og kinsa daw ni? nataranta ang mga gurlash nganhi Ü
ReplyDeletethat's my brother =) he just turned 22 last dec 22
ReplyDeleteNice guitar! \m/ rak on! \m/
ReplyDeleteNice shot! panalo...
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