Justin Bieber Can Back. Can You?


I'm finally back! I guess, I really couldn't keep this blogging hiatus for a long time (yay!). Well, it's Saturday. I was slowly dying of boredom and I was about to finish myself off by listening to one more Justin Beiber song (I told you, I'm starting to become a Belieber) when I got an email saying I have won (a runner up) in Electrolux's Blog Writing Holiday Edition Contest. Sweet baby cheeses, life-saver, you are! Nabuhayan ako ng dugo.

Aside from winning and having a nasty virus that sent me sneezing and coughing sticky greenies (please excuse the mental graphic scene) that has done a pretty good job embarrassing me in quiet meetings and public places, the past weeks went by without much incident. I mean, I have been having no-bullshit days. And I think that's horrible. I cannot write anything when nothing bad happens (or when I'm too happy, too). And also, I haven't been thinking about anything lately. And that is terrifying for an over-thinker like me.

But not having a bad day isn't that bad at all. LOL. For the past few days, I have been working my ass off. And honestly, this new job is a bitter-sweet ride. I have got to admit, it wasn't easy transitioning from a skill-wise low self-esteemed Software Designer (that's how my previous boss made me feel) into a full-fledged Front-end Web Developer. But I love what I'm doing. I haven't gotten bored or stressed (yet) coding websites and fixing bugs, not to mention with a platform and framework that is totally new to me. Come on, Team Z, bring it on! (I hope our team lead wouldn't read this, baka kasi bigyan ako ng maraming tasks) Haha.

Anyway, Jan and I were supposed to have a medical examination today. But since this nasty sticky green goo is still dripping non-stop from my nostrils, I decided to just rest and have our med exam moved to Monday or Tuesday instead. Funny how this should be a perfect time to go and see a doctor but I had to be well before I can actually see a doctor. I need a clean medical certificate that would show I am fit for something that is physically strenuous. I'm afraid that a simple cough and cold on the record would restrict me from doing so. Paranoid lang.

Actually, I don't remember the last time I paid my doctor a visit. I usually turn to Dr. Google when something goes wrong. And funny how I still turn to him, when in fact, he can be scarier than any other quack doctors combined for he doesn't shy away from bad news. He has this pretty amazing way of convincing you that you have a brain cancer or ebola or that you are going to die.

We will all die anyway.

But I don't want to die of brain cancer or ebola. But maybe I would die of excitement. Because in the incoming days, Jan and I will be traveling far for another adventure. And I'm really stoked. And now that I think about it, uso pa ba ang laglag bala sa NAIA? Because I am now thinking how I find it derogatory not to mention dehumanizing that we have to secure our bags in the strangest, weirdest, and most ridiculous possible way just to protect ourselves from the very same people who were tasked by law to protect us. Hay nako! Makastress!

Nah. Here I go again, thinking about the worst possible things to happen. The chances of being victimized by Laglag Bala would be very slim anyway. We're not even rich to begin with, and we don't even look rich. Pero dapat parin maging maingat.

Wow. I think I just talked about a lot of things in just one blog post. So much for the short hiatus, huh? February has been good so far. And I believe the rest of 2016 will be the same. See you on my next adventure! :)

The Blogger Syndrome

I think I've been bitten by a bug. One that injects virus that causes Blogger Syndrome. Okay, I made that up. But I'm pretty sure bloggers do experience this. You know, that instance when a blogger goes on a blogging hiatus for no reason at all. But to cover up for my lack of enthusiasm, no extraordinary bullshit happened that's worth writing and sharing. Hence, the silence.

I wouldn't have actually written anything lately if not for Snape's demise. I think for the longest time, that's the only time I have spent an hour or two over the internet, reading about the news, tweets, tributes, and homages made for him and still convincing myself that it wasn't true.

I haven't actually drowned myself online like I used to because I have been spending most of my time getting back to my active self again or sleeping or eating after work. I left the world of cat videos, social media bickering, infinite selfies, and Be Like Bill posts to experience the real world. Although I still give about half an hour reading posts and researching for our next getaway destination. Teehee. :)

This hiatus isn't new to me. I went from months to nearly a year without a blog post before. And I know that it has not even been a month yet but I can already see where this is heading. It's going down the basement to sit in the dark and gather dust til it pleads to be taken out and written on again. Hehe. Kidding. Well, I have the real world to blame for being far more interesting than the internet.

But really. I'm quite busy and I have a lot of things-to-do lined up ahead (work, travel, campaign, blogger perks, etc). Yes, blogging is a therapy for me, but facing another hour in front of the computer while the day is beautiful outside is the last thing I would want to do.

I guess the real world is doing a pretty good job keeping me away from the pixels and making tales out of it. Blogging will definitely be light and slow but I promise it will not be kept in the dark. Yeah, I might have been bitten by a bug. It's nothing really serious. But before this virus could spread all over my body that I'd lose myself again to making excuses as to why I can't make a blog post and get stuck in a blogging rut, let me give you a quick update of what's happening lately:

1. Everyday I wake up at the sound of my alarm at 4:30 in the morning, turn it off and close my eyes for a "minute" because I like to live dangerously.

2. I think I'm starting to become a Belieber. :|

3. The mountains are calling and I must go.

I hope you guys will still be around because I'll be telling you about the amazing things I will experience and places I get to see when I get back. See you! :)

After All this Time? Always.

For the past weeks, I was robbed of my peace of mind. That's what I get for overthinking and over analyzing things, for worrying about the future and possible worst-case scenarios, and for being too weak to get out of that thinking loop.

And just when I got off the grid, I become deeply saddened hearing that one of my favorite actors was avada kedevrad by cancer. Alan Rickman. Although I still wish that what I've read from CNN was just a hoax. :(

Goodbye Professor Snape, the Half-blood Prince, Head of the Slytherin House, Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher, Potions Master, member of the Order of the Phoenix, the bravest wizard I've ever known, and that one person I've never expected to learn so much about love from.

“But this is touching, Severus,” said Dumbledore seriously. “Have you grown to care for the boy, after all?”
“For him?” shouted Snape. “Expecto Patronum!”
From the tip of his wand burst the silver doe. She landed on the office floor, bounded once across the office, and soared out of the window. Dumbledore watched her fly away, and as her silvery glow faded he turned back to Snape, and his eyes were full of tears.
“After all this time?”
“Always,” said Snape.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

I have loved Snape even before the movies came out. But Alan Rickman amplified what's already beautiful. He's got the voice, the attitude, that swoop, and the style that makes his portrayal to the character flawless. There could have never been a better Professor Snape. And I don't think I'd like to see someone else play such a hated and yet well-loved character. No one can say "Always" better than he does. He is the best and the only Severus Snape there could ever be.

There were already too many celebrity deaths and I've never been this affected. I'm a tough meanie, but this got me teary-eyed. Really. Perhaps, this has stricken me so much because I am a certified Potterhead and I've always been a Slytherin - a proud one.

To the man who can bewitch the mind and ensnare our senses, to the one who was able to bottle fame and brew glory, and even though you weren't able to put a stopper in death, that doesn't make you any less of the awesome you are. Thank you, Alan Rickman for all those years of brilliant entertainment, for teaching us that heroes can hide even in the most unlikely places, and for breathing life into Professor Snape and making him real.

The world has lost a little magic but all the houses are united tonight.

I raise my wand in your honor. You will surely be missed.
Always. Alan Rickman 1946-2016

I Can Has Cheezburger?

At this point, people have already realized that on the internet:

1. Everyone has an opinion.

2. Everybody is smart.

3. Nobody knows you're a dog.

Yes, these are the dark times.

I used to be such a stickler for correct grammar, punctuation, spelling, and all that jazz. But then, 16 years of exposure to the internet since the mIRC days, I have learned to tolerate grammatical errors knowing:

1. The English language is constantly evolving.

2. My grammar can be all over the place. And I've been corrected too many times already. Teeeheee. :D

3. I just don't fucking care anymore.

Perhaps throughout those16 years, more than half of it were spent on the internet alone. If I wasn't busy making my life look good online, I'd catch myself in between arguments with flamers and trolls trying to make a point from something that's already pointless. The internet has become so vast and powerful that it's no surprise how it can actually stir up emotions. No matter how tough I can be, a little snide comment about me from an anonymous sender can sting.

It was only when I got a little older that I learned how to brush off personal attacks. But I have got to admit, there were those times when the urge to retaliate is too strong, all because of one thing: poor grammar and spelling. And it breaks my heart when I had to read two or three times to figure out what the writer (or my attacker for that matter) means because I had to dumb myself down to understand it.

Ang sarap patulan. But seeing that he/she cannot even tell the difference between your and you're, wag na lang. This is why I oftentimes reject an argument. Life is too short to go to a war-zone over razor-sharp comments against someone who thinks highly of himself but cannot even remember a simple high school English lesson. I completely understand a few grammar slip ups or misspelled words, but I will never be cool with constant grammar mistakes combined with an opinion that shames other people. Criiiiinge! Not worth my time.

I know I might be raising an eyebrow right now. And I may seem a little tough to those whose first language isn't English. I want to make it clear that I'm no Grammar Nazi and I have nothing against those who try to communicate properly. But for someone who likes to bomb others with ad hominem attacks, at least, do it properly and I just might give you a good argument. Or just shut the hell up if you can't. It doesn't take a lot to know the difference between "Your shit" and "You're shit." Unless you are the idiot you were referring to when you said, "Your a idiot."

Kung mangaaway ka na nga lang, please lang, umasta nang naaayon sa talino.

This rant just made me hungry. 

Sibadan Fish Cage and Enchanted River Revisited

(My allergies have subsided a little. The itch become tolerable and now I can blog about the third and last part of our Bucas Grande escapade. Although, this no longer took place in Bucas Grande.)

If you have read my previous posts: Part 1 and Part 2, you would know the sole reason why we had to stop by Surigao del Sur, when we could have just went straight home to Davao City instead.


From Tandag City, we went straight to Hinatuan, Surigao del Sur where one of our favorite destinations in Surigao is located. We had our breakfast at Sibadan Fish Cage and helped ourselves with delightful and large servings of prawns and danggit. 

After stuffing our tummies with seafood goodness, we decided to take a dip while we wait for Enchanted River's daily fish feeding activity that happens every 12 noon. I was surprised how big the fishes in Sibadan have grown. These fishes are now at least two feet and could weigh more than 15kg. No kidding.
Sibadan Fish Cage

But what's even more surprising was how friendly the stingray has become. It was more than a year ago when we visited here, we were told that we were the only ones bold (or stupid) enough to swim near the stingray. But time has gone, things have changed. Just as Sibadan improved their facilities, the stingray improved its temperament as well. She has become friendly and it even seems like she loves the attention and even the camera! She was named Brenda, by the way.