Monday, November 25, 2013

Being an atheist does not make you evil

Sometimes, atheism is good. It forces people take responsibility for their actions and give credit where credit is due and not simply blame or give credit to a divine being for whatever shit that happens or haven't happened yet. Atheism makes people more mindful of their actions because they simply could not ask for forgiveness and expect to be forgiven.

May you be an atheist, agnostic or religious (whatever religion), I frankly do not care. But I would seriously care if you keep forcing your beliefs down my throat and act all self-righteous. Plus, contrary to religious fanatics' beliefs, being an atheist does not make you evil. Being a Satanist makes you evil --duh.

But I am not an atheist FYI.  I believe in God, magic and aliens. I firmly believe there is a higher power, that there are things beyond science and that extra-terrestrial beings are too busy to visit us.

Point is, I'm saying that being an atheist is not bad at all. Live and let live IMO. Whatever floats your boat.

I am an Agnostic Theist who believes that there is a God, but I do not know who or what he/she/it is. I do not understand God. I do not claim to understand God. I don't think I ever will. Leave me alone.

And also, religious fanatics, please do not spawn.


Here's a link to the article that inspired this post

When God isn't on the guest list

My past post on my opinion on religion

Monday, November 11, 2013

Climate Change - How to Help the Victims of Typhoon Hayan

A lot of people would laugh at me for my obsession with environmental preservation. I seriously get all irate and crazy when I see people doing seemingly petty things like litter, waste water, refuse to segregate the trash or refuse to walk or bike even short distances and opt to go all lazy and take public transport or take their car. These are small things that add up!! Let me see you laugh now, insensitive jerks! Climate change will continue to fuck our country over and over again with super typhoons.

If you really want to help the victims of Typhoon Hayan, don't stop at making donations or volunteering every time there is a calamity, start by changing your lifestyle and doing your part as a steward of this earth.

Sorry, not sorry for the rant. Global warming and climate change is as real as the sky is blue. it's not a laughing matter. it's not a joke. it's not a trend that comes and goes. it's real, it's happening now. Let us all do our part to reduce carbon emissions by making smart choices and caring for our only home.

Monday, October 21, 2013

Coming home at last: A love story

Once upon a time, there was a young girl who met a young boy and they fell in love. How they met was not particularly romantic, and it definitely wasn’t love at first sight, but what they had was so real. Their love was fueled with so much passion and fire that quick as their story was, they left behind a trail of memories burned into people whose lives they have shared. It ended as quickly as it started, but everyone remembered how good they had it.

Anger, spite and pride engulfed the love that they once shared, until it was nothing but a mere memory. A very wispy memory numbed by the pain they caused each other. Years have passed, relationships were formed… There were long moments when they forgot about each other. Moments lived purely in the present oblivious to the happy reminiscences of times long-gone.

But something was always missing, yet they were too proud and too hurt to realize what needed to be done. Call it fate, call it destiny, call it what you want –but one day, the cosmos aligned for them to meet again. It was the hand of god, the doing of somebody bigger than all of us, which brought the two of them back together. This time, they were older, wiser and this time, they knew how it felt to live life without the other.
That girl was me... and the boy was Paulo. 

This is my story.

We met at a party thrown by a not so very close friend –I knew the girl, Paulo knew the boyfriend. As soon as I arrived, I was immediately “matched” with Paulo. I don’t know why... maybe because I looked like the kind of girl who would go for the dirty little rocker types. He wasn’t really my type then. Too skinny, too brooding... I usually went for the handbag type guys... you know those hunky types you use as accessories and as a trophy to show off to family and friends. I didn’t really care if they had a brain; I usually fell in love with their gorgeous physique and chiseled features –sense of humor and wit optional.

That night I caught myself going into the room where he was, several times, just to get a glimpse of him. We didn’t really get to know each other that night but the next day, I couldn’t get him out of my mind. I was really intrigued with him to be honest. It was infatuation lvl 9000. There was something about him. I don’t know what it was.

I didn’t have his number and he didn’t have a Myspace account but luckiliy, one of his friends gave me his number. I’ve actually never made the first move on a guy before, but for Paulo’s case, I made an exception.

I can’t remember what I first said to him to start the conversation. He said it was something like “hey sexy” but we really can’t remember exactly. I don’t know how we got to talking about music, bands, movies and then more serious topics like ideas, beliefs, life, etc. but we did.

After that first text, I was texting with him like a maniac. We talked about anything and everything almost the whole day. Nothing mushy, nothing flirty at all and I marveled at how intelligent he was. He was a fountain of knowledge –my internal dictionary and encyclopedia was challenged. But he wasn’t just book smart... He was street smart, witty, insightful and funny. I actually never met a guy like him before –I can honestly declare that I found him to be my intellectual equal.

He was the first person I thought of when I woke up, the last person on my mind before I slept. This was around April 2008. Whenever I made plans to go out, Paulo would always be on top of my “to invite” list –I didn’t mean to and I didn’t even notice it, but I was courting him big time. I really liked him. His brain was something I coveted and the brooding sexiness was just an added bonus. However, Paulo proved to be a challenge and confusion –I was never sure if he was just shy or if he simply wasn’t interested in me at all. Every time I asked him out he couldn’t just say yes right away, he’d always find a way to draw things out before I could get him to come with. He became a game I was determined to win. But I lost my own game.

After hanging out a few times, he started to show signs that he liked me too. He started inviting me to his gigs and all that. I didn’t know when or how exactly it happened –But I fell in love.

Right about the same time I decided to let go and jump right into the pool of crazy in love juju, not caring if I break my neck when I land, I realized he liked me too.

There were no formal declarations, we just started seeing each other regularly –regular meaning every waking hour, we were together. It’s like we were a couple but no words were spoken to make it official.

It was July 11, 2008 –After Redhorse Muziklaban Auditions at Freedom Bar Anonas when I manned up and asked Paulo what we were exactly. He told me we were boyfriend-girlfriend and so it was made official, we were a couple. We weren’t like normal couples who did all the mushy stuff like monthsaries but its just nice to remember that day.

We were super in love. We got along like bread and butter. Our interests were almost identical. Whatever he introduced to me I genuinely liked, and vice versa. We talked, we played, and we laughed. We were over our heads in love. We just didn’t know it then. All we knew was that we always had to be together. Not being with each other even for a few hours felt so wrong.

Everything turned sour when I graduated college and he was still studying at the Conservatory of Music. I worked the night shift and we barely had time for each other. He was jealous of everybody, he wanted to control me and his jealousy and lack of trust drove me insane. For my part, I always picked a fight every time I missed him –at that time I didn’t realize it was how I felt. I just remember always finding something or someone to fight over so I could get his attention. When we fought, we hurled words at each we didn’t mean. But I would always end up chasing after him, cry outside their house (in the rain!) like a pathetic excuse of a human being begging him to talk to me. He was too proud and simple quarrels were stretched to days.

Then I got tired, as I was wont to be. I came to a point that instead of assuring him, my black little heart found ways to spite him. I was in no mood to nurture his insecurities anymore and our fights got worst, still I always ended up chasing him, begging him to make it okay. I loved him, I really, really did. This went on for months. I drank almost every day. I always came home drunk then I would cry myself to sleep. Every day, I came to the office eyes swollen from crying. I lost weight. I lost my sense of self. My friends and family were telling me to let it go. Move on, this wasn’t right anymore.

We were on a roller coaster ride of love-hate and our relationship was doomed for destruction. One day, after almost 5 months of relationship drama (we went out for a year), my patience could no longer take it and the love that I once felt for Paulo –it could no longer be felt. At that time, I thought that I actually fell out of love. Years later, I realized that the love was still there, it was simply overpowered with anger. I hated him for making me feel so worthless. I hated him for making me look like a fool. I hated him. I wished for nothing else but to see his corpse and smile. When I broke up with Paulo, the tables were turned and perhaps he realized then how much I meant to him because he started chasing after me. But for me it was too little too late. Leaving him was not enough; I wanted to hurt him bad.

It just so happened that there was this guy in the office who liked me. He really wasn’t my type at all. He was the jock-y type and I never did feel any chemistry with him. But everybody was rooting for us, so when he said he knew Paulo (they were childhood friends and neighbors), a jackpot bell sounded in my head. How awesome would it be to go out with this guy and spite the hell out of Paulo? Today, I couldn’t believe I would sink to as low as using an innocent person as a pawn –I was the new Queen I’ll take the King. However, this guy was super nice. Despite the fact that I felt no chemistry with him, despite the fact that I admittedly manipulated him into liking me even more than he already did, at one point I think I actually felt a little love for him. He was really such a nice person. He was like a puppy. He was so different from Paulo.
If during that time, Paulo was making any moves to get back together, I didn’t see it. I was too blinded by hate.

Throughout the course of my short relationship with rebound guy, he bored me to no end and I always felt that something was missing. I found myself bullying him all the time I wanted to control him and I made him feel like he would never be good enough. I didn’t do it consciously of course, but I caught myself doing it many times, still I did not stop. I had too much hate and anger in me. It was safe to say that he had me at my worst and for that I am deeply sorry. He was an innocent casualty.

After rebound guy came another guy. He was as gay as they come, but he had a kid (so i think that made him straight) and he seemed pretty responsible so I thought, what the hell? Again, this guy was so different from Paulo. I was surprised at how fast I fell in love with him. We did not have anything in common and I was constantly met with quizzical looks as if to say “are you sure?” every time I introduced him to my family and friends. Despite not having anything in common, I made a conscious decision that I wanted him to last more than a year. The thought of marrying him was tolerable. He seemed stable career wise, he was family oriented, he had a life plan and he looked like he would not give me any drama.

If I was a monster to the rebound guy, I was an angel to this guy. It was like I wasn’t myself at all. I submitted to him. I catered to him. It’s like I wanted to erase the wrong things I did to rebound guy. I wanted to change.

To everyone, we looked like the perfect couple despite our personalities that were as different as night and day. Everyone expected us to be forever, even me. Everything seemed final and in place when we finally took his child to live with us. I fell in love with his little girl just when our differences were starting to take its toll and I was falling out of love. Not only did he bore me to no end but I hated who I have become. Still I held on to him. I kept thinking that something could be done, I could be fun for both of us. We could earn more money and go to more places and maybe then we would be happy.

While to everyone else, we were a picture perfect family –deep inside, I was broken. Despite my unhappiness, I held on, I wanted to prove something. I wanted to show people that I could make this work. I wanted to prove to myself that I was not a fickle pickle.

The second year of our relationship I fell into a deep state of depression, probably as bad as the time I tried to kill myself when I was 17. I couldn’t leave him. I tried but I can’t. I felt so sorry for him because I knew how much I meant to him and to his child. I asked him for my freedom but he won’t give it, he gave me something else. He gave me a long leash. I started going out with my friends and for the last year of our relationship I felt I was single, except that I had to come home every day, take care of the child and sleep in the same bed with him. All my romantic philosophies were gone and my beliefs changed so drastically. I was happy, but it was an empty kind of happy. I was happy but he was not part of that happiness.

This year, I started thinking about Paulo. Wondering what he was up to and all that. I added him on Facebook and sometimes we would comment on each other’s stuff but that was about it. One time I messaged him about making me a playlist (he was my human ‘Genius’) for running. That time I didn’t feel like I wanted him, it just felt like after almost 4 years, I no longer hated him and I wanted him back in my life. Not in a romantic way. After all, of all the boyfriends I have had, Paulo was a friend to me. We were like two peas in a pod and we shared so much in common.

It was August 25 when I first saw Paulo again. It was sort of an accident that we saw him –although it was at my insistence that we drove to their neighborhood but I didn’t really expect him to be there. In truth, I always passed by their neighborhood hoping to see him, but I never did.

I have not seen him in about 4 years; I was not at all ready to feel what I felt then when I first saw him. Again it wasn’t love at first sight, but the happiness I felt when I saw his smile for the first time in years and his excited reaction to seeing me made my heart swell to about 10x its size. But of course I played it cool. The following week, we were scheduled to cross paths again and I was not at all expecting the intensity of the excitement I felt. I pushed it away. I ignored it. I did not want to even entertain it. This was not some regular boy toy that I could flirt with today and forget tomorrow. This was Paulo.

August 28 I asked him if his band could play for our office function. We got to talking on Facebook and then he gave me his number, but it was just all about that, the band and the event.

September 1 I saw him again. We were with a group of people and we didn’t really talk, I couldn’t even look at him for fear he’d see me looking. It felt awkward especially with everybody teasing us. It was odd how I reacted to his presence. If I was over him why could I not open my mouth to speak? After I left the place, he texted me to apologize to how everybody was teasing us and then it happened. We were back to texting like maniacs about nothing and everything. Nothing mushy, nothing romantic – It felt like we were really just platonic friends. And then we started hanging out every day, after work. We would sit somewhere and just talk and talk and talk. We never ran out of stuff to talk about –just like how we were before. And then I felt it, that overwhelming happiness when I realized how much I missed actually talking to someone, how I missed talking to Paulo. Exchanging thoughts and ideas, not just me doing all the talking feeling like a clown all the while being judged for my seemingly unconventional ways.

The more we hung out, the tension grew and it wasn’t long till it would snap from the pressure. And the inevitable happened –we fell in love, again. We talked about our pasts, how we were kids who did not realize how good we had it. And then he apologized to me – a real apology, not one masked with pride and justification. And we broke down –I waited for him to acknowledge how much he hurt me and I apologized for spiting him with my rebound guy. We apologized for all the pain we caused each other. We laughed at our petty fights: about the length of my skirt, his temper, my temper, his jealousy, etc.

This time it felt greater. This time we both knew how it felt to lose each other. It was like we were made to separate for 4 years in order for us to mature just to be crossed with each at the perfect time.

But it wasn’t a perfect time. I had a boyfriend, I took care of his kid, and we had investments. But the love I felt for Paulo was too great. Not everyone gets to experience this. We had to try it. We had to make it work or else forever regret not giving it a second try when everything felt just so perfect between us.

With Paulo I was 100% myself. I did not feel the need to earn so much money so we can go places to look for happiness. I did not feel the need to meet other guys and sigh at what I was missing. With Paulo, we could be standing in the streets, and I felt perfectly at peace with the world. Happy, contented… at home.

We could just talk for hours on end and not get bored with each other. We could sit in silence without feeling awkward. It was the kind of in love that poets wrote about, that musicians sang about. It was the kind of love everyone dreamed about –it was the kind of love that people wrote books and movies about. Everyone coveted this kind of love, but not everyone had the courage to go out and gamble their hearts for it. But I did.

The thought of leaving the current relationship plagued me for a moment, mostly because I was scared of disappointing people and I was scared of what other people will say. For sure I will look like the biggest tramp. But then I realized that I would never get this chance again, and for sure as hell I will not lose Paulo again. I talked to my friends and family, to the people who matter, and told them everything. They understood and that gave me the courage to take the plunge.  

I chose my happiness. I chose Paulo. I tried to love people so very different from him --but in the end, we will always find a way home.

So here we are now, I know I have hurt people with the decision that I made. But hopefully in time, they will get better. I am so blessed. I am so happy. I am so over my head in love... not at the idea of love… but with my Siopau. Words cannot begin to explain the love I feel for him. I never knew I had this much to give to begin with. i cannot guarantee if this is forever, but I want it to be. I seriously want to spend the rest of my life with this guy. This time, I am not saying that "HE COULD BE THE ONE"; what I am saying is that I want him to be.

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Castaways in Burot Beach, Calatagan Batangas

Last month, our trip to CDO was cancelled due to a series of unfortunate events. It was really disappointing, especially for me, but thankfully, this Burot Trip came along or else I would have cried myself a river.

Originally, we were going to be big group --maybe around 10 or more. But more than half of our expected party backed out last minute due to work (not allowed to take a leave) or a KJ significant other (didnt want to come and would neither allow the partner to join, how stupid right). It was just the 5 of us: Joven, Marky, Chino, Adrian and Myself --all half boys-half girls. Fun!

It was a really beautiful and exciting experience starting from the highly stuck up guards, the super beautiful place, the feeling of being a castaway in a deserted island to being burgled by fishermen. Read on!

We arrived at the new (is it new?) Bus Terminal at Uniwide Reclamation Area in Alabang , which was pretty far I admit, at exactly 4am --the bus was just about to leave.

Ordinary bus going to Calatagan Batangas

The fare was Php150 per head, which was not bad at all. The seats were really hard though and our butts were cramping halfway through the ride, but I was able to get some sleep till Tagaytay. I was awoken by Joven so I could check out the heavy fog that wrapped around us. Who needed air conditioning when it was this cold?

Heavy fog in Tagaytay
The only drawback with travelling by ordinary bus are the various nasty smells that you would encounter along the way --other than of course the cramped butt situation, but save for those, it was pretty okay. Plus, you don't have much choice anyway because according to the dispatcher, there is no set schedule for aircon or non-aircon buses leaving Manila to Calatagan, you just have to get lucky.

We arrived in Calatagan at around 7am and we went to the public market first to buy our food. We had Tinolang Manok on the menu but they didnt sell Moringa (malunggay) --they told us that in Calatagan, stuff like malunggay were not for sale, just find a tree along the road and you are free to pick as much as you need. There was a Malunggay tree just beside the market so I kinda climbed a bit to pick a few branches. The vendor commended me for my climbing skills too. harhar

I think we were pretty lucky that day because we decided to buy our water from this really nice lady instead of the place where the tricycle driver suggested --turns out, her son who now lived in Manila with his family, was on vacation in Calatagan and they were on their way home to Manila Sunday night, they had a big van so she offered us if we wanted to carpool with them instead of taking the bus.

After our purchases, we took a tricycle from Calatagan Market to Burot Beach, which was more or less 20 minutes. It was php150 to rent a tricycle since the place was indeed pretty far and the roads were undeveloped.

Upon arriving in Burot Beach, we were greeted by these SM guards (the beach is owned by Henry Sy) who looked and acted like they accidentally shoved their batons up their assses. Man, were they super uptight and rude. Especially this one guard who I really really despised. Everything cost gold too.


Shitty Picnic Table:

Shitty Picnic Table with Shitty Roof:

Ice (which normally cost php3.00 in Manila):

Cooking Pot Rent:

Barbecue Grid Rent:

Sulo (gas lamp):

We asked them if we can possibly get a discount on the table (its normal for us to haggle but we don't do it rude, were really very sweet about it to be honest), and he said:

"Kaya nyo nga pumunta dito impossibleng wala kayong mga pera"

(if you can afford to come here its impossible that you dont have money)


The Main beach was not really crowded but there were a few campers there already and we didn't fancy sharing since we came here for the castaway experience. Joven and I searched the place for a better camping spot and we found....

Beach 3

Beach 3
This is Beach 3 as they called it and its all the way to the back, about 350 meters from the yucky toilets, mini-store and guards. 

It was pretty far and we had a lot of stuff between us including our water jugs and cooler so I asked one of the guards (the one I least liked because he was the one who left his post to ogle at us, ogle since he wasnt really helping) if he could maybe help us so we can all transfer our stuff in one trip. He said:

"Madami ako ginagawa"

(I'm doing a lot of things)


maybe you can see some of the garbage left behind my insonsiderate tourists and locals alike --garbage ranged from plastic bags to slippers

The site, although very beautiful, was littered with garbage. Being a neat freak and OC when it comes to environmental cleanliness, this really got my blood boiling abit. i mean, how can people be so inconsiderate! 

Short rant: I don't understand how people can just leave their garbage, do they think that trash will just magically disappear? ugh! /end of rant  

I asked the same guard if I can borrow a broom to clean up the area, he pointed me to the direction of the caretaker who lent me his broom but did not offer to help.

The place was really beautiful though so it helped to take our mind off the snooty guards and the less than accommodating staff.

This is right behind our campsite. SO PRETTY!

Our tents set up. View from the "main road"
View from the hilltop overlooking our campsite
Upon arriving, we immediately set up our stuff and got started cleaning the area and then preparing our breakfast, it was only about 730 am.

Shrimp for breakfast!

Right before eating breakfast, we cleaned the fish right by the rocky area when 3 fishermen (or squid men since they were catching squid), who had their boat anchored near our campsite, offered to help us. We ended up bartering one of our cocktails for 5 pieces of freshly caught squid! 

Posing with squidward tentacles!

they were still kinda alive! so fresh!

The reluctant fisherman. We literally grabbed him and held him in place so he'd take a picture with us.
After our meal, it was rest for a few minutes and we were off to explore. Instead of going to the main beach, we decided to walk to the other side and see what was there.

On our way to the other other side "the land beyond the cow". Paranoid Android me always have my pink bag, it contains all my essentials like sunblock as well as my valuables -- phone, wallet, ipad and also Chino's stuff. :D everytime we leave the campsite, Id be like, "give me your valuable stuff we cant just leave them here!"
thats Adrian and Marky. Those rockies was where the fishermen were taking a nap earlier.

We dubbed the area "yung lagpas sa cow" (beyond the cow)

Trail going to the "secret beach"

had to pass by mangroves. Notice the garbage, ugh!

There were a lot of mudskippers in this area

And behold! The Beach Beyond the Cow! It was virgin beach pure as the morning dew.

Marky fixing her unwanted family jewels LMAO

Playing Frisbee in the shallow crystal clear water

The weather was perfect too. We were a bit worried about the weather since it was raining when we left Manila.
the waters were really calm and so pristine

And then we found about a million starfish just scattered in the shallow water. Don't worry we put them back and they were still alive. 

My starfish collection complete!

Some of the funnier starfish fanpics:

Starfish Nipples

I forgot who Marky was trying to imitate here. Some singer.. maybe Rihanna or Lady Gaga.

We played frisbee till about 2pm and because of all the excitement I neglected to retouch my sunscreen. Which resulted to:

The Party Lobsters. We were sun baked so baaaad!

When we were to cook our lunch, we learned that, for some reason, we somehow consumed 1 whole can of butane gas already --so we only had one left. We had to be frugal with our one remaining can of butane. We did have one plastic bag of charcoal because we initially planned on having pork belly barbecue but since we didn't want to spend php70 for the barbecue grid (yeah, were pretty stingy that way) we decided to just use the charcoal to cook the rice. Around this time, Darling, one of the staff, asked us if we'd like to go to Puting Buhangin (an island) for 45 per head. We had other plans for the day so we asked him to return the next day.

Starting the fire was pretty much an achievement for me and Chino. We gathered dried up coconut husks and some dried up seaweed, added that to the charcoal plus we also used the used oil from the fish we fried earlier and after a couple of minutes, we had a roaring fire going. 

We had adobo for lunch and that yummy fish that we cleaned earlier in the morning.

After lunch, Joven and I went to check out the other areas and the others stayed in our campsite to take a million photos of themselves. The beach was pretty shallow everywhere and a couple of meters from the shore, the part thats already underwater, the sand is muddy, just like in Laiya. I wonder if this is a "man-manipulated" beach? or maybe beaches in Batangas are naturally like this, I don't know. I did go for a quick snorkel and and the beach in our camp had lots of seaweed, the type that are like cogon grass and on the seabed are either spotted worm sea cucumbers or feather mouth sea cucumbers, either way, they were longer than 1 meter. It was a bit creepy swimming around surrounded by all the tall grass and on the floor are slimy, wriggling worm looking things as big as snakes. I like snakes but these sea cucumbers are just creepily squishy looking, like they are made of disgusting jelly.

We didnt have any light save for the one flashlight I brought and the one gas lamp we rented, so we decided to cook dinner early. Dinner consisted of Chicken Tinola and Roasted Cheese and Onion Stuffed Squid.

While we were preparing dinner, Darling, one of the staff, accompanied by the snooty guard, asked us if we wanted to start a bonfire because they sold bundles of wood for php250. We told them that one sulu (gas lamp) was fine with us.  Ashort time after that, another fisherman came by to ask us if we wanted to go to Starfish Island for only php20 per head, way cheaper than Darling's offer, to which we said we'd like that very much. We asked him to come back at 8am the next day.

Our super fresh squid stuffed and roasted

We had dinner by the beach because it was still a bit light out and we wanted to save our source of light.

Our yummy dinner seasoned with seawater and sand
After dinner we all talked about hanging a shit but the toilets were not nice and it was off putting doing your business while other people lined up outside. I told Chino that he might want to consider doing his business behind the bushes not far from our site, since I myself dont mind doing it there, I've been doing number one behind the rocks just off the beach haha. Just when I was pointing a place for him, there was a guy standing behind the flora and we had eye contact and he hurriedly sat down so he was out of sight. I gigled and said, well there you go, there's a guy there already. I'm telling you this part because it's crucial to the burglary that happened the next day.

After dinner we all washed up in the public showers but Joven, Chino and I took showers together outside the super tiny cubicle because going inside that cramp space made us really squeamish.

It was around 730pm when we were all done taking a shower and there was nothing much to do. It was super dark in our area and the whole beach was pitch black. I think the people who were there earlier already left --they might have been locals on a daytrip. We packed up everything in the cooler so the dogs wont get it and all the knives Joven hid, because he said he feels like if he left it out somebody would murder us in our sleep haha.

It started to drizzle so we went inside our respective tents. It was really quiet as Chino already dozed of to sleep and we were talking in whispers for some reason. The only sound was the music I was playing on the iPad and the various night sounds. Then there was light everywhere and it looks like somebody is shining a spotlight all around so I went out and asked who it was, the person asked us if we wanted to light a bonfire.

Joven quipped that we were okay with our one gas lamp and I added that it was raining so how can we have a bonfire. It was a little fishy why he asked us to light a bonfire when Darling and Snooty guard already asked us earlier but we put it out of our minds. The drizzle stopped thankfully so Joven, Marky, Adrian and I came out of our tents and we had a few drinks, a few chats --mostly me and Joven boasting that we had everything in our tent how our tent is like a mansion because we had a TV (iPad), mattress (mat), comforter and pillows (blanket and bags), we had vitamins, fruits and drinks in our tent. haha braggarts. Joven brought some vegetables so in no time at all we were all pretty sleepy and in dreamland. I had a very good sleep save for the time we woke up at 1:30am and a few times after that to shout "shhhht!!!" because we thought we heard the dog/s going through the garbage bag. 

Joven, Marky and I woke up bright and early the next day to go for a walk, wait for the sunrise and take photos of the place.We weren't able to take photos of the sunrise because its on the other side of the island and by the time we got there the sun was already up in the sky.

The walk going to the main beach and mini store

Rockies in the secluded beach 2. There were campers there yesterday that's why we looked somewhere else, but this area is very nice and secluded too.

Aquarium looking rock formation in beach 2

looks like a pier of some sort. We swam here in the afternoon and in this rocky area are lots of fishes, sea urchins and a really deep drop off.

the main beach
View of the main beach from the pier looking area

We went back to the campsite to prepare breakfast which took us a good 2 hours since we also cooked our lunch so we dont have to do anything when we got back.

Below is a picture I took of Chino washing rice in the sea. I'd have to say this is one of my most favorite picture of the trip. The lighting, the candidness of it --it's just really beautiful. I'd like to add that since we were really far from the water source, we washed everything in the sea --rice, meat, our hands etc. Everything we ate had a hint of salt water. It was awesome! :D
My favorite picture

our breakfast of scrambled egg (inside the halved mountain dew bottle), adobo rice and fried liempo.

This photo truly captures Joven's battle with the pork belly and the hissing oil
After breakfast, we tidied up everything, cleaned up our area and washed all that needed to be washed so we were chore free the rest of the day. The fisherman as well as Darling did not come back so we thought that we were better off looking for them at the main beach. We didn't find them so we played frisbee instead since most of the other campers were already gone anyway. We also went to the pier looking area to see if the water is deep enough for jumps and dives. We decided that we could go to Puting Buhanging or Starfish island after lunch.

Main beach area. The orange block are the toilets 

swimming at the main beach. Towards the afternoon it got a bit wavy because of the strong winds.

the curve of the main beach is really pretty, I think

This was at the pier looking thing where the waters were deeper and in fact there was a deep drop off  that was super deep it was too dark to see the bottom. Since this area had lots of rocks, the marine life was really very colorful. Lots of colorful fishes, starfish and ugh, long spined black sea urchins. I know that long spined sea urchins are important to the balance of marine ecology but they give me the creeps. 

Here's one video of us jumping at the pier looking area with some local kids.

We had a blast playing frisbee, jumping at the pier and snorkeling. Chino and Adrian went back to the campsite at half past 10, I would assume, and Joven, Marky and I followed at around 11. I remember accurately because when we arrived, Joven and I were starving so we decided to eat leftover tinola and Adrian remarked that it was too early for lunch as it was only 11am. After eating, Joven went to get his backpack and he found that it was missing. The first culprit was Adrian since he likes to play practical jokes a lot. But after a thorough search, it was nowhere to be found. The butane gas stove was also missing as well as the remaining liquor and even my bag of apples and lemons. Why didn't he just take the Tinola so he'd have pulutan too, hmm?

I went to check and saw that my belongings were also scattered all over the tent but I can clearly remember putting away all my things before leaving. It dawned on us that we were burgled and it was such a disaster because Joven had all our fare money, although Chino and I still have cash on us, what Joven had was our budget for this trip.

Notice the pink bag I always have with me? All my valuables are there and I always remind the others to just have me bring their stuff --for the life of me I don't understand why Joven left his phone and wallet in the tent. Lucky I have my pink bag or the thief'd have a fiesta because I had all the other phones, the ipad, wallets and camera.

So now Joven had nothing except the clothes on his back, well actually he didnt have clothes on his back, just his boardshorts and his slippers. We went to report the incident and the staff as well sa the caretaker Kuya Ramon, this time, were pretty helpful. 

They were all pretty upset with what happened since they have always been lenient with the fishermen or whoever who would sometimes stop by the beach to rest, even though they really weren't allowed to.

The guard on duty then was Kuya Dilaw, and he was way, way nicer than that Snooty Guard from yesterday. Dilaw's wife was really helpful too, she accompanied me to go around the area to see if maybe the thief disposed of Joven's things, the stuff he doesn't need and couldn't sell. We walked about a kilometer and we reached a private beach cared for by a Kuya Dante but we found nothing except for fresh footprints in the land beyond the cow, maybe the theif took that route. Kuya DAnte's beach by the way, was smaller but much more virgin.. there was a fish farm behind the beach, some goats and some cows. So anyway, when we didn't find anything the guard for that beach offered us a ride back. 

If you read the whole blog, here are the possible suspects:

  1. The 3 fishermen we traded squid with
  2. The man I thought was pooping behind the bushes near our campsite
  3. The second fisherman who offered php20 per head island hopping
  4. The man who came late at night to offer bonfire (they said they dont know of such a man and he was most probably a fisherman judging by the foglight on his head --why was he offering a bonfire he was not an employee)

Before going to the police precint. Luckily Joven's jacket was not taken so he had that to wear. (It gets cold in Burot late afternoon to early morning hence the wet suit and jacket)

We reported the incident to the local police, and it was pretty funny because the SPo1 was also gay --as in openly so. 
The police report had a lot of typos like Results WORLD Manila and the cost of the gas stove was on 700 not 7000 jeez! haha

We were pretty bummed after what happened but we got over it fast. Joven is such a cool guy that he didnt bitch about it and he took everything lightly. It's just stuff afterall.

After countless retelling as well as theories as of who could be the suspects, we decided that there was nothing left to do. Stuff like this do not get solved in the Philippines --and we could search the sea if we must but who'd give a shit? Kuya Ramon was really very accommodating after the incident and he took out a few bottles of Empi Light, cooked a lot of "pulutan"like freshly caught Tuna sisig and chicken feet --for consolation, paconsuelo de bobo as we would call it. 

But what happened happened. They were accountable because it was under their jurisdiction and admittedly their security was not very good --for the duration of our stay only once did the guard check on us and the staff was really not very accommodating to be honest. But we are at fault too because we were too relaxed. Joven should have brought his valuables with him at all times --you know, just like in any place, the gym for example, management will not be accountable for loss of valuable stuff. 

It was the first time this happened in Burot Beach, even the police said so. It's a shame how it is in the nature of people to abuse privilege given to them, I'm referring to the caretakers leniency towards the fishermen because he is sympathetic towards them and don't want to be a dictator and disallow them to rest on the beach or rockies. They were to have a meeting the following day and they will tighten security --this includes not allowing fishermen to dock there anymore.

We're just thankful that nothing worse happened --like the thief taking ALL our stuff. We were laughing about it over drinks asking ourselves what we'd do if ALL our things were taken? we'd have nothing except our swim clothes. LOL We also had a theory that maybe the guy who i thought was pooping could be the same game with the foglight and maybe he stayed there for the night and he heard me and Joven boasting about our tent that's why he ransacked that instead of Chino's. LOL

It was really lucky too that yesterday we had a carpool offer so we were more comfortable going home. 

We left Burot Beach at 6pm, considerably lighter, tanner, just a little bit affected, Joven just a little bit upset but not really but all in all we had a really awesome learning experience --from learning how to stoke a fire like Bear Grylls to always being mindful of our security.

Borrowing a quote from John Wyndham's The Day of the Triffids:

“It must be, I thought, one of the race's most persistent and comforting hallucinations to trust that "it can't happen here" -- that one's own time and place is beyond cataclysm.” 


I'd still recommened Burot Beach just make sure you don't make the same mistake we did. Hurry before Henry Sy turns this beautiful beach to a golf course and resort.

If you want to go to Burot Island, contact the caretaker, Kuya Ramon: