life is a beach

boracay, at last!  it’s just that everytime a foreign co-worker asks me about it i get too embarassed to say that i have never been in the island.  being a filipino, i think it is expected that i can tell them something about it and the best way is to experience being there.

so after almost half an hour flight from manila, i found myself in caticlan and after a few more minutes made it in boracay island.  it was literally summer hot.  the place that i stayed for three days was a few steps from bulabog beach, eastward of the island, which is mainly an area for windsurfing and kiteboarding.  you wouldn’t see a lot of  tourists in the area unlike the main tourism beach which is white beach.

white beach, opposite of bulabog beach has everything.  all tourism-related establishments that i can think of can be found here.  i had a good italian dinner at don vito’s, a cheap meal at andoks, coffee and refreshing drinks to beat the heat at starbucks, hallowich and cafe del sol, and henna tats for $2!

nightlife is very impressive – a number of bars kept the night alive which includes live bands.  i had a few beers at coco loco bar (i was unsuccessful to go loco, though! hehe.), and walked barefoot alone by the beach, just enjoying the moment by myself.

. . i hope to get a chance to be in boracay again sometime next year.

what hurts the most

i can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
that don’t bother me
i can take a few tears now and then and just let them out
i’m not afraid to cry every once in a while
even though going on with you gone still upsets me
there are days every now and again i pretend i’m ok
but that’s not what gets me

what hurts the most
was being so close
and having so much to say
and watching you walk away
and never knowing
what could have been
and not seeing that loving you
is what i was tryin’ to do

it’s hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere i go
but i’m doin’  it
it’s hard to force that smile when i see our old friends and i’m alone
still harder
getting up, getting dressed, livin’ with this regret
but I know if i could do it over
i would trade give away all the words that i saved in my heart
that i left unspoken

what hurts the most
is being so close
and having so much to say
and watching you walk away
and never knowing
what could have been
and not seeing that loving you
is what i was trying to do

what hurts the most
is being so close
and having so much to say
and watching you walk away
and never knowing
what could have been
and not seeing that loving you
is what i was trying to do

not seeing that loving you
that’s what i was trying to do
ooohhh . . .