Grieving May, Happy June and Swimming with the Whale Sharks in Oslob

Hello June!

Hello rain!

Goodbye sun-kissed beaches and rolling waves.

It’s the end of summer here in Cebu and the rest of the 7,107 islands of the Philippines (did the cartographers slip in Scarborough shoal for the count? 😉 ).

Yannie and I haven’t posted a blog for a while now, mostly because last month has been mostly a downhill emotional ride for me. At the beginning of the month, my very special aunt Gina gently passed away. Two days later, my beloved grandma, Lola Sisay passed away too just days after finally coming home from Canada. Near the end of the month, our most loyal and protective family dog Chuchu passed away too after seven years of terrorizing passersby on our street with her gleeful barks and playful bites.

Oh May!

Month of grief.

I’m glad you’ve run your course.

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On a brighter note, last June 2-3 we went on a 2 days and 1 night end-of-summer getaway to Boljoon and Oslob with my family and relatives. The beach resort where we stayed was absolutely delightful to say the least.

Granada Beach Resort & Spa.

Granada Beach Resort & Spa is kinda bit hard to find since there’s no signpost on the highway which points the way to its secluded location. It’s a 110km 3-hour long drive south of the city. Granada Beach Resort & Spa is more of a ‘private’ resort in a sense that they don’t accept walk-in guests.

If your looking for pure relaxation, then this is the place to go.

They even have a Spanish era stone watchtower which they have beautifully restored and where you can spend the day pretending to be on the lookout for pirates.

The highlight of our trip was of course, swimming with the whalesharks in the town of Oslob.

This trip and the video was made possible thanks to my super cousin, kuya Brian. Thanks!

‘Til next time!

Charlie & Yannie

check out Granada Beach Resort & Spa’s website here.

Liloan Lighthouse and Beach Kayaking

Charlie: Last May 5 I finally convinced Yannie for only the second time ever to join me on a bike ride. Of course I had to throw in a lot of sweeteners to convince her to bike with me, like making our destination the crystal blue waters of a beach and promising to let her use my own bike.

Our ride started out very early in the morning some just before the sun could paint the sky entirely blue. Our primary destination was the Lilo-an Lighthouse, some 24 kilometers away and after that, find a beach to cool off. Everything went smoothly, the morning chill lovely to the bones.

After about an hour of riding and 1 bike crash in the middle of the road later we arrived at the Lilo-an Lighthouse or Parola as what the we liked to call it.

I could’ve sworn that the lighthouse was much bigger the last time I visited it. Hmmm… I hastily concluded that maybe we had slipped into a multidimensional portal when we crashed our bikes and transported ourselves into the land of Lilliput by accident.

Thankfully, Yannie pointed that the real lighthouse was right over there.

Much relieved that my hastily concluded hypothesis was wrong, I took more pictures of the lighthouse. After that we proceeded to find some chow and a place to dip our feet on some refreshing beach water.

Yannie: It was past 9:00am when we thought we’ve finally found our refuge, the beach! Yes, but it was not the total comfort that I had anticipated. Imagine this: Outstretched on the cream-colored sandy shore were clusters of crowded tables and chairs with a thick number of flocking beach-goers. The sea was brimming with swimmers and kayakers blissfully oblivious to the hot spell above the ground. The water was graying on the near side while bluish farther on with a scattering of seaweeds here and there. Karaoke sound was blaring at full volume from side to side. It was ear-splitting. But I had no time to whine about it nor did I want to march out and scout for another place. Although the place wasn’t so perfect in terms of relaxation but it’s perky and decent enough as we were on a shoestring budget. Also, I felt tired and hungry to say the least.

By favorable chance, we were seated to a modest spot amidst the clamor . We instantly pigged-out on our food and loosened up a bit afterwards. As the moments soaked by I observed a lot of peddlers rushing in and out of the resort. It was amusing how they make their table-to-table sales pitch like it was a big day for business. With so much activities and buzzing people around, it was indeed!

a woman with her bucketful of ice cream bar*a man selling green mangoes* another woman with who-knows-what-she-is-selling* another man puffing a cigarette selling taho* an ungendered person selling summer shorts and dresses!

my personal favorite was this man and his playfully chromatic lifebouys, which any child would dote on.

The liveliness of the surrounding was so contagious that you’d look obnoxious and out-of-place if you just sit and watch around. Yet after feasting on our brunch, the water became more somber for it was already swarmed—with people and seaweeds.

Suitably, a few minutes later, I found a subtle solution! To go kayaking! The trick was to propel far off the sea, that way we could swim to our satisfaction, hassle-free. So we rented 2 single kayaks, for racing sake. I was so stoked since it was my first sea kayaking experience. The race hasn’t even started when Charlie tipped over just after his first paddle, capsized all the way. I was sure I saw some kids laughing at him, 😀 Certain I was on a winning notch in the race then. It was so exhilarating that all the piercing muscle pain that i felt had gone even before i realized it. Oh wait, i haven’t told you the best part yet, we paid the 2 rental kayaks at a bargain price of only 100 pesos/hour!

Charlie: After our fun in the sun Yannie took a nap while a whiled away my time counting coconuts and ants. When it was time to go we biked back on the same road. Tired as we were, we had to stop over to take a picture of the glorious sunset

Bike ride into the sunset. Spectacular stuff!

‘Til next time!

Charlie & Yannie

Kota Beach Resort, Bantayan Island

We’re on our 11th post now! Woohoo! Someone pleeaaasee stop us, we’re on a hot streak blogging roll! Oh yeah!

Inflated bravado aside, it hasn’t really been that easy coming up with a meaningful post every week. I had thought that blogging was as easy as typing away my thoughts with such ease like melted butter gliding on a frying pan. Now I’ve realized that it takes time, three cups of coffee, and endless hours of mindless browsing over the internet before a spanking new blog post spreads its wings and take its maiden flight into the big bad cyber jungle.

Well, er, so… on to real topic of this blog!

Bantayan Island Relaxation.

Ahh, now there’s a much deserved break of 3 days and 2 nights for both Yannie and me. For this treat, we were joined by our good ‘ol friends Gary, Irish, and Naids.

Yannie: We set out at 1pm last Saturday under the scorching heat of the city. When we arrived at the North Bus Terminal we decided to take the van-for-hire in lieu of the usual big yellow Ceres bus. We thought that this alternative mode of transportation would be much faster with fewer stops along the way and would be more comfortable, being air-conditioned and all that, plus the driver assured us that we could catch the 3:30pm ferry if we took his ride. Right we were on the first count, but dead wrong on it being comfortable at all. Inside the van we were jam-packed tight as candies in a donkey piñata ready to burst at the first sign of a whistling fart. Everyone of us at the back were producing buckets of sweat I was surprised the tiny van didn’t fill up and drown us all on our own sweat. (eww, why did I even write that? That’s so gross..) Only Gary and Irish had it easy as they occupied the front seats of the van.

Charlie: Mercifully, the ride ended after 3 grueling hours. Along the way I noticed that the roads in the town of Bogo were quite nice for a long distance bike ride and I made a mental note of it for future bike escapades. Anyway, we arrived at Hagnaya Wharf in San Remegio at exactly 4:21pm with just 9 minutes to spare to catch the Super Shuttle Ferry to Bantayan Island. But we were too late. The ferryboat had a malfunction with its ramp and had to cancel its trip. So we ended up waiting for another hour and then boarded the Islandshipping ferryboat which left port at about 5:45pm.

The boat ride took about an hour and a half, along the way too we experienced a picturesque sunset at sea.

Night had completely fallen when we arrived at the port of Sta. Fe, Bantayan Island. At the port, we had to feign disinterest, pretended to walk all the way to Kota Beach which was about 2km away, and when that didn’t work, haggled hard with the tricycle driver to cut down his “exorbitant” fare to a measly 15 pesos for each of us. Haha! talk about budget kings. When we arrived at Kota Beach Resort we settled in the farthest room away from the beach, but we had no complaints on that because it was 100% free! courtesy of Yannie’s great family connections 🙂

Time check, around 7pm.

When we finally sat down at a local restaurant, we ate..er scratch that..we DEVOURED our dinner of crispy fried chickens. Well maybe Gary, Irish, Naids, and Yannie might object to what I just wrote and claim that they ate only a little, but I admit I did eat my dinner with such gusto as could only be accomplished by a famished man.

After our dinner we bunkered down for the night, dead tired as we were yet still eagerly anticipating the fun we would have for the next day.

2nd day: Sunday

Yannie:  One quirky fact about Sta. Fe, Bantayan Island is that it has so many churches packed into its little town. There’s the Roman Catholic Church right smack in the middle of the town, then the Aglipay Church right in front of it across the street as if looking for a showdown. Then there’s the Jehova’s Witness’ Kingdom Hall, and the Seventh Day Adventists somewhere along the corner, and then there are the animists which you can find worshiping at the sandy white beaches and sacrificing their skin for the sun-god all day. So with all these faiths around, whenever we asked someone for info on the Sunday Mass schedule we’d always get a different response every time. We did manage to nail down the exact schedule for the Mass after much confusion albeit, to 6 in the morning and 4:30 in the afternoon.

We had planned to attend the early morning Mass but we overslept. Our 3 cellphone alarm clocks were swatted away like flies every time they rang. We did eventually woke up sometime between 7 and 8 in the morning. After a ‘healthy’ breakfast of canned tuna and instant noodles we took to the beach and swam to our heart’s content!

Charlie: After our morning swim we decided to hunt around town for a delectable treat of halo-halo, the best medicine for the hot summer sun. Unfortunately, Gary and Irish couldn’t join us on our halo-halo hunt because Gary was having a slight fever and had to take a mandatory rest as ordered by Dr. Irish,hehe

Our super halo-halo hunt ended at Cuo-Cuo Bar Hotel & Restaurant, where we were served with this deliciously special halo-halo.

When we had our fill of the halo-halo, we headed straight back to the beach.

After we had lunch Yannie, Naids, and I took a break from the summer sun by taking an afternoon nap. Meanwhile Irish and Gary, who was feeling a little bit better, decided to take their turn at halo-halo hunting themselves. By 4pm all of were gathered inside the church for Sunday Mass.

With nothing else to do after the Mass, we went back to the beach again for some fun sunset pictorials.

Yannie: Before it became completely dark in the evening, we decided to stroll on the beach since the waves have long rested. Occasionally stopping to snap a shot, we walked along the stretch of the  shoreline and passed by a number of resorts.  I wondered, could this island be so small that everywhere is a walking distance in a leisurely pace? Not that I consider of adding that on my to-do-list, but it should appeal Charlie, more than anyone else, and his biker’s impulse. He might as well grab a bike and round the island for a tireless and fun ride. Now, that’s more likeable for me. 😀

Speaking of which, you can actually rent a bicycle at a fair price of 150 pesos ($3)  for a much privilege ride-all-you-want a day. Just ask any locals or your helpful resort receptionists, and they could easily point you to someone. Now, Don’t complain if you are given with an old and rusty bike, what do you expect? Plus these people don’t think you for a real and pro biker!haha

Nah, I’m kidding! Of course they give only what they can offer best.

3rd day: Monday

Charlie: The next day at dawn I woke up at 5am in the morning hoping to catch the sunrise with my camera. Sadly, it was drizzling when I went outside. Frustrated by the rain, I just went back to sleep. The sky was clear when all of us had fully awaken.

Yannie: Monday! The inevitable last day of our stay. Everybody moved non-hastily as to savour each moment, saying our silent goodbyes to the little paradise and grudged on the mundane days of work ahead of us. Oh why do good things have to come to an end? Too dramatic, eh? But no, we didn’t have to mourn about it. ‘Coz that could only mean another vacation trip to plan! Hopefully, next time we’ll stir up and rekindle our passion for adventure and hopefully go on a wild and a thrilling trek next week!

‘Til next time!

Charlie & Yannie

For those of you who want more info about Kota beach and ferryboatschedule/rates, just drop us a comment and we’ll gladly help.
And hey! Wanna see the evil looking red-eyed bird that haunted us all night outside our room? Check it out on our facebook page!

Whiteman

(er, a sort of book review)

During my elementary years in USC, right after the dismissal bell rang I would head straight to the school library and dive right into a sea of books while my classmates and the whole school would be out in the field playing “shatong” or “takyan”. True story. I know I know, I’m such a nerd. Strangely though, after countless hours I’ve spent inside the Bastion of Knowledge, I’ve never ever tried borrowing a book. I guess I just didnt want to bother borrowing a book since I was there everyday, or maybe I was just scared of approaching the librarian’s desk, small shy kid that I was. Whenever I found a good book that I couldn’t finish in one afternoon I’d carefully place it on a faraway shelf called the ‘Math Section’. Trust me, nobody ever went near those books. That way I made sure nobody was going to accidentaly find it.

Yep, those were the days. I miss going to the library. There’s only one public library here in Cebu City (which I’m aware of), it’s close to where I live, yet whenever I pass by the place, it somehow gives me an aura of exclusivity, of unwelcomeness which I can’t explain. So I just defer visiting it; instead I go to local used bookshops in order to satisfy my book cravings. I browse around the discount section where the book costs range from 5 to 80 pesos (about $0.10 to $2.00 ). I go to this section because that’s where my pocket limits me these days. The books on this section usually are about political crap, a sprinkling of self-help DIY’s and romance, and if I’m lucky, I find a rare gem. I once found a ruby entitled Hit#29 by David Fisher, I’ll write a review on that maybe later; this time I found a diamond from Africa entitled: Whiteman by Tony d’Souza.

It’s a short novel, each chapter feels like a warm storytelling session set by a campfire with everyone listening intently to an old-timer recounting his days spent in a primitive village called Tegeso in the West African country of Cote d’Ivoire. This veteran’s name is Jack Diaz, an American volunteer for an organization called Potable Water International. He’s fondly called Adama Diomande by the villagers; Adama, the Muslim version of Adam, the first man, and Diomande, Dio–‘of the,’ Mande–Mande, or Malinke people. In every chapter, there’s a bittersweet lesson he learns as he slowly moulds his life to the ways and the real meaning of life in West Africa. Slowly, inside him, his American identity erodes into the West African soil, his desire to belong to Africa taking root like a baobab tree. He wants to be part of Africa, to live like an African and not just be an outsider. But he also knows that no matter what he does or how hard he’ll try to belong, he will still always be an outsider, a whiteman.

Rich with proverbs that can only come from the wisdom of a village, one of the best I qoute, “Why remind a blind man that he is blind?” The novel is easy to read, the prose short and sweet, without fussiness or overdescribing the landscape, the dialouge crisp yet full of practical wisdom and hidden humor. Normally I would blaze through a book and try to get to the ending as fast as possible, but this time I read Whiteman slowly, savoring every bit of Africa that the authour described for me in his own words. I knew, right after I flipped the last page of the book, that like Adama, I too was already missing Africa. This book touched my heart and rekindled the part of me when I was a kid that proudly said to anyone who would listen: “Someday I’m going to be a volunteer! I want to be a missionary! I want to go to Africa!”

Charlie

Holy Week Special: Stations of the Cross

Holy week is faithfully observed in Philippines on the final week of Lent season. Whether it holds a meaning to us or not, it’s always a time worth spending with our families. While some people excitedly plan on a drive-out-of-town-over-a-long-weekend getaway, devoted Christians observe it by praying, abstinence, visiting churches and attending mass.

As tradition would have it, my family went to the Celestial Gardens located in the hills of Banawa on Good Friday to pray and commemorate the death of Jesus Christ through the 14 Stations of the Cross. Each station has a life-sized sculptural image which depicts the story of His final hours:

1st  station (Scriptural Way of the Cross):Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane

1st station (Traditional form) : Jesus is condemned to death

2nd station: Jesus accepts the cross

3rd station: Jesus falls the first time

4th station: Jesus meets His Mother

5th station: Simon of Cyrene carries the cross

6th station: Veronica wipes the face of Jesus

7th station: Jesus falls the second time

8th station: Jesus meets the women of Jerusalem

9th station: Jesus falls the third time

10th station: Jesus is stripped of His garments

11th station: Crucifixion: Jesus is nailed to the cross

12th station: Jesus dies on the cross

13th station: Jesus’ body is removed from the cross

14th station: Jesus is laid in the tomb and covered in incense.

“All of this is done by our Lord for forgiveness of our sins, and for life everlasting with Him”

Hope y’all had a blessed week!

Yannie

Bike Ride Talamban-Budlaan-Busay

Bike ride again! Enjoy!

‘Til next time!

Charlie

Solo Bike Ride Talamban-Budlaan-Pulangbato-Pit-os

Last friday night I decided to try a new route for my biking trips since my usual biking routes were bordering into becoming a chore. I tried to remember last’s week trek to Budlaan river and thought that it was actually a pretty good bike trail. So yesterday morning I got up at 5AM while everyone in the house were still snoring in their sleep, threw on my helmet, and rode out into the morning mist.

You can trace my ride on google earth with this neat app I downloaded to my cellphone called  iMapMyRide (click here and here.)

I was feeling great by the time I reached Sunny Hills in Talamban. The cold morning wind had done it’s job of awakening my spider senses. The road climb up to Budlaan was a bit slippery due to the previous night’s rain so I pedaled slower than usual. Still, mud made its way into my shirt, shorts, and occassionaly to my handsome face but I wasn’t too concerned about it. I took a pit stop about 200 meters before I reached point where the road split in two directions, one of which led to Busay and the other leading to Budlaan proper.

Actually this was an unscheduled stop. My breaths were getting shorter, evidence for being out of shape and neglecting to ride my bike for close to three weeks. The thoughts of giving up the climb and heading back were starting to pop inside my head but I willed myself to get on my bike and rode straight on. After I passed the sign that pointed to Budlaan Proper, all bikerhell broke loose. The road rose to a 50 degree incline. It was pretty steep and I just couldn’t ride it in one go. Huffing, puffing, stopping, and even resorting to walking, I plodded on. I probably made three stops to catch my breath. I also whipped out my camera and pretended to admire the scenery every time a motorcycle passed me by so as not to obviously look like an out-of-breath biker.

When I thought that my lungs were finally going to burst and I would fall off the cliff and break my neck and die, I reached Budlaan Proper.

Yikes! the uphill climb just wont seem to end…

After another few minutes rest I started once more on the last part of the climb. My pace was so slow that even my bike speedometer mocked me by registering 0 km/h. To elaborate even further, even ants were happily walking past me by. All of it felt like I was in a nightmare wherein everything was in slow motion. But that didn’t matter as long as I was surely getting nearer to the top with every push of the pedal. I knew the top was just right around the corner.

Til at last, the “top”.

A few meters from the “top” the paved road abruptly gave way to a mountain biker’s paradise. 🙂

The rain last Friday night made the trail pretty slick. I had to summon all of my limited mountain biking skill trying not to crash. I have to tell you though, every freakin’ damn pedal stroke to get to this point was all worth it!

(I only took pictures at the easy part of the trail because my fingers were too busy gripping the brakes to even bother while navigating on the difficult areas)

I even chanced upon a dead snake sprawled across on the trail. I didn’t have the heart to just run over it’s dead body so I stopped.

In truth, I was mostly too chicken and afraid thinking that the snake was just playing dead and would bite me once I touched it. There was no way to ride around the snake since the trail was pretty narrow. So I got off, carried my bike and stepped over the snake, got on the bike again and rode like crazy desperately praying that the snake wouldn’t rise from the dead and eat me.

The trail ended after about 30 minutes of riding. I had arrived in Pulangbato. I took some pictures of the bridge that the locals told me led to Guba and other baranggays with excellent mountain biking trails.

After a couple more kilometers, I exited to the main road.

After that it was easy ride back home. Total ride distance: 30km. Total ride time: 2:12Hrs.

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Til next time!

Charlie

My thoughts on Budlaan trek

I was fully expecting a long and exhausting hike up to the falls. Something as beautiful and unheeded as this place must be hidden somewhere deep in the mountains.  So I geared myself up for what might had been at least a 3-hour trek.

I was mostly on the lead, but I would always take the liberty of asking Charlie which way to go when confronted by a fork on the trail. Giving him the burden to make that decision is reassuring. Besides that, I could always point the blame to him if we got lost. (Lol)

I was on a full swing when I had my first glimpse of the river down below only after 15 minutes of walk. I knew then and there that we were near our destination and that I was mistaken about the ‘looooong’ trek.

As we slid down the steep slope, I was ultra-vigilant not to make a slip-up. I knew that one misstep would cause me to roll down the landing. Matched with the slippery ground was the fact that there’s nothing much to hold on to, neither a steady tree nor rock perhaps. It was even more unfortunate for some of our companions who were on slippers that they had to slide down barefoot. Lesson learned? Hiking shoes are preferable than Islander slippers.

Just when I thought everyone was doing fine, as I reached the bottom all in piece, Hanz made an epic fall. A priceless moment caught on cam that everyone couldn’t help but laugh hard after a moment of concern.

Yannie

Budlaan River Trek & Kabang Falls Adventure

I don’t know if you’d notice or not but there’s usually a gap of about three days before I put up a post on our most recent trek. Laziness is probably the best reason for the delay, coupled with sore muscles and my unconscious aversion to anything hi-tech (i.e. a computer) right after a trek in the irrational hopes of prolonging the sensation of still being in lost in the wilderness. To those who eagerly await for details of our latest adventures or to those who thought that we might not have made it out of the jungle alive, please do accept my apologies.

So anyway, last Sunday our patent pending “Adventure Spirit” led us to Kabang Falls, the most underrated yet amazing waterfalls right in the backyard of Cebu City. This time around our trekking group grew larger from just Yannie and me to a modest nine trekkers courtesy of my friend Hanz and his energetic group, the Radical Millionaires. We had agreed to meet at Jollibee near University of San Carlos Main Campus so we could take the 13C jeepney ride to Sunny Hills Subdivision in Talamban. From Sunny Hills Subd. we would take a habal2x ride up to Sitio Baugo where we would start our trek. All things went according to plan and by 10:30 AM we arrived at Sitio Baugo, all set and raring to find adventure.

The next phase of our plan was to follow a trail starting from the town center that would lead us to the bottom of the valley and into Budlaan River. From there we would follow the river upstream until we would reach Kabang Falls. Everything went smoothly at first, the beginning of the trail was well trodden with occasional stepping stones placed along the way to help us keep our feet from being stuck in the mud in case it would rain.

Along the way we passed by small orchid plantations. Sadly the orchids had already been harvested to meet the demands of graduating students’ parents and their need to pin a corsage onto their child’s toga.

To compensate for missed opportunity to see scores of orchids in bloom, Mother Nature gave us mango trees in full bloom to appreciate instead. 🙂

The trail was pretty straightforward with just the occasional fork along the way. Since we were on an exploratory expedition and imbued with the innate ability of not asking for directions, we took the most viable route whenever we encountered a fork on the trail, placing great trust on our “instincts”. Little did we know that our “instincts” just made our trek very challenging.

After about 30 minutes of trekking the trail abruptly changed into a steep and dangerous single track that went straight down into the valley. We were unsure where to go next but upon hearing the sound of rushing water below and catching a glimpse of the river, we decided to go ahead and climb down hoping for the best.

The trail was so slippery with pebbles, not much to hold on too and lots of sharp spiky plants that ripped our skin. Everybody tried their best to help each other out.

But unfortunately my friend Hanz lost his footing and slid down about 2o feet and temporarily lost his eyeglasses. Everybody was very concerned, I and Jan helped him find his eyeglasses. But afterwards we couldn’t stop laughing because I caught it all on video, hahaha!

As it turned out, we actually took a wrong turn and ended up making a shortcut right to the foot of Kabang Falls!

After the hazardous trek downhill, our next hurdle was climbing these humongous boulders.

At last, Kabang Falls!

The water was freezing yet that didn’t stop us from taking the plunge into the falls.

We discovered that there was a cave hidden behind the waterfalls, fantastic!

By 2:00pm, dark clouds were gathering over the mountaintops, so we decided to cut short our fun and head back before the rain could make our climb super slippery and dangerous.

Finally, we were back where we started. Tired, bruised and wounded, yet still enjoyed every bit of adventure.

Till next time!

Charlie & Yannie

You can check out more pics on our Facebook Page here.

Don Bosco Boy’s Home Liloan video shoot and Brian McKnight Cebu Concert AND Lechon Kawali

UPDATE! Here’s the video we made:

Last weekend we couldn’t go trekking since we were shooting a short video for the upcoming Brian Mcknight live concert in Waterfront, Cebu City. This concert is for the benefit of  Don Bosco Boy’s Home Liloan Live the Dream Project.  Even-though my feet were itching to step on some good old mud and mountain trails, trekking had to give way to work i guess. BUT in terms of the effort, sweat, and muscle aches compared to a whole day’s trek, last weekend’s film shoot was dead tiring.

We started shooting at around nine in the morning and wrapped things up late at 9PM. Kudos to our director/editor Hanz (check out his wonderful blog:  www.hanzflorentino.com ) and our main actor, Raymond for keeping up the energy. Special thanks to Ate Beth for guiding and keeping watch over us all throughout the day and to the Manangs of Don Bosco Boy’s Home Liloan, I can’t thank you enough for the most delicious lechon kawali I have ever tasted in my entire life so far.  Absolutely crunchy, and I still can’t get over the yummy fact about its texture and the way the skin slides off the fat as if it was never there. God is good!

By the way, if you want to watch the concert, here’s some info:

This coming Saturday, MARCH 17, 2012

Time: 8 PM

Venue: Waterfront Hotel and Casino Lahug, Cebu City

TICKETS:

Reserved Seats

GOLD A – P2,300

GOLD B – P1,700

Free Seating

SILVER – P1,300

BRONZE – P700

Hope you can watch the concert!

Charlie