LIFE LATELY | Titas on Vacation

LIFE LATELY | Titas on Vacation

There was a time when I traveled hard core. I was out for a flight or a long bus ride almost every weekend. Some are planned out, some spontaneous, but no matter how carefully crafted the itinerary is, we’ll most likely be spending the night somewhere cheap. It terms of traveling expenses, the sleeping situation is the least among my priorities. I’ve slept in smelly hostels, hostels with ceilings that are falling apart, rooms where I can get tetanus with one clumsy move. I’ve slept in public health offices, tents, and even a monastery. I always thought, you’ll be out most of the day anyway, it’s just a place to store your things and sleep. You wouldn’t mind the mildew or the curious noise on the roof once you get your shut eye. I never understood why people would spend so much money on a hotel room. You’re on a vacation. You’re supposed to be outdoors.

And then the years rolled in, and I became one of those people.

Gone are the days where I can sleep on cots on wooden bamboo frames or earth mats in camping grounds. Before, I can just go without knowing where I will be sleeping. I can sleep on the bus, on the plane, in a corner in a random room sitting down. Now, one of the first things I have to ask is where will I be sleeping. See, when you hit 30, body parts start hurting. It’s not that I’ve packed up and given up on my adventurous spirit. I just don’t think one night of sleeping on something cold and hard in a cramped fetal position is worth weeks of pain and a trip to the doctor. Plus, as you get older, vacations begin to look more like vacations, and not the amazing race-like itinerary kind of trip your 24 year old self was particularly proud of.

Right now, priority is a comfortable sleep. When my friend, Mabel, on a holiday from cold cold Canada, wanted to go to the beach, I said, ‘let’s’, as long as we stay in a nice resort, maybe Cebu. Choices were thrown in, but considerations were made: I just want a landtrip and do not want the hassle of rushing to make it to the boat schedule. I want it in front of an empty beach, like the resort feels like a private one, with very little to no guests. I want good food, cooked to my liking. And if I’m not sleeping on my own bed for a couple of nights, I want an airconditioned room, with a very comfortable bed.

And that’s why for the second time, we ended up in Hale Manna.

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Get your adventures in while your young kids. When you reach my age, you just want to be on the beach reading the book, and by sunset, take your book on your airconditioned room and sleep.

This is 34.

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VIDEO | When The Titas Go to Moalboal

VIDEO | When The Titas Go to Moalboal

Let me just say right off the bat, I am bad with touching base with friends.

I am the kind of person that will fall right off the face of the earth until some friend of mine will message me asking if I am still alive. And that they miss me. I just tend to disappear.

And it’s not even because I’m deliberately trying to do that. I am not a mean person. I don’t test friendships or relationship, like I don’t want you testing me on just how much of a friend I can be. Because I’m sure if it will be measured by physical face time or even facetime, I’d fail miserably. I will be there on your wedding, your children’s birthday, or any milestones legitimately worth celebrating, I’m just not a coffee every weekend (or month) with everyone kind of friend. But everyone who knows and loves me are aware that I’m a call, or a text, or a private message away. And really I try to answer within 24 hours. And I love my friends who take no offense when I can’t respond right away. I love my friends who know if I text Lallie, I know she’ll smile and think of me, send me love and light… and then forget to reply for 2 days. I’m just like that. And I treasure friends who know “Lallie’s just like that.”

So I appreciate friends who act as if you’ve seen each other yesterday when you meet each other after a long time. Mabel went home for the holidays and the now Canadian polar bear in here begged for a beach trip. Tessa and I decided that we’d like to go back to the chillest resort we know. There’s a beach, beach huts with mattress and pillows and people who’ll bring you food and cold beer. We will lounge and exchange stories. We’ll catch up with each other in this one weekend we’re together and there will be no forcing it. No awkwardness or harbored ill-feelings and high school-ish “tampo”. We’ll laugh and we’ll eat and we’ll drink. We will sit and stare where the ocean meets the sea in comfortable silence. In between, the stories of our lives lately will just flow, like a bottomless, overflowing well. And we will let the world hear it.

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LIFE LATELY | Hey, 2017.

LIFE LATELY | Hey, 2017.

I reek of optimism as soon as I wake up. I love the smell of possibilities coming off the coffee beans I grind every morning. If there is anything I am proud of among my many qualities, I am a move forward kind of girl. We can’t do anything about yesterday but today is another chance to go at it. Good thing, I’m mostly alone most days when I wake up because it, admittedly, can get annoying. This optimism — and annoyance — kicks up a couple of notches after Christmas. My favorite holiday is coming up.

Two days before the new year, I had my spreads ready. My calendar was prepped for the new year. I kept a habit tracker for the last three months. For those three months, there’s a gaping hole on all boxes which should be marked – either because I didn’t do them or I didn’t mark it when I actually did them and forgot about it. All of them are incomplete, only proving I have bad habits and is bad at keeping track of my bad habits. But we move forward, so a new habit tracker for January was all squared and lined up. My creative content schedule had all the dates mapped out – ready to be filled in. I was ready to ring in the new year.

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Pramis. Naglinis ako ng banyo na October. Di ko lang namark-an.

I was so ready for 2017.

I watched the fireworks from our balcony as the clock striked midnight. Three years ago, my money-burning neighbors would start lighting up big flashy fireworks starting 9 pm, and I had the best seat in the house. For the next succeeding years, the fireworks in my neighborhood started to become more modest. This year’s light show wasn’t as impressive as years past, but somehow my asthmatic self was thankful for it. Maybe people realized that abundance is better served in the media noche table or maybe, change did indeed come. It was drizzling too, at the turn of the new year. I closed the door when another neighbor unleashed his final hurrah — a terrorist-cell level judas belt that turned into a black mushroom cloud probably seven or eight houses down my street. I prayed for a heavier rain. Wash it all away — the smoke, the fireworks, the ashes, the political turmoil, the heartaches.

Wash 2016 away. I think as the clock struck 12, the entire world collectively breathed a sigh of relief.

I was supposed to write a fresh new blogpost on the first of the year, as soon as I wake up, and one consistently for the following days for the rest of my days. I was also supposed to edit a video that will be scheduled for Tuesday; There will be a youtube video Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. A new year, A new start. I live for this moment.

THEN, on January 1, we visited and prayed with lolo, had a family lunch, shopped clothes and reached my shopping quota for the year at Cotton On, watched Sunday Beauty Queen, went to a wake and then went on to ‘pagpag’ at a full packed Bugis at Banawe. After, I packed my base camp duffel bag and napped. Then, a couple of hours after midnight, I was in NAIA terminal 2 with two of my closest friends and spent the next few days in a lovely resort where you won’t be reminded by your worries because there was negligible internet speed.

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At Lolo’s. 01 January, 2017
Walang internet. We entertained ourselves. So Tessa Pizza.
Walang internet. We entertained ourselves. So Tessa Pizza.

So, I’m never good with the whole resolutions, ‘new year, new me’ hype. I never claim to be.

But I’m good with moving on.

Notice I didn’t consider the events following the the turn of the new year as an excuse not to follow thru with my writing plans. THEN, not BUT. Sure, I didn’t set 2017 off as planned, but life happened, and life is beautiful. January 1st was a massive quality time with family and with Jr, a much needed capping off the holidaze. The trip to Cebu was also a much needed make up time for long distance, precious friendships. In the recent years, I have come to terms with the fact that I am not a great multitasker. I can only pour so much of myself at any given time on one thing. I can not give myself fully in the moment while writing/capturing the moment. I am not going to work on being a multitasker either, but here’s what I’m going to be working on: always my best effort. Writing, creating, cooking, loving, laughing, making people laugh, being a friend, being a wife, being a person, living — nothing half-assed. Best effort lang.

I always found the clap back ‘ikaw na‘ annoying. There’s nothing wrong with doing your best and people whose only reaction to your best effort is ‘ikaw na‘ do not contribute to the conversation and consequently, to your life. Dismiss it, and them. There’s a word going around recently that I found more to my liking: GINALINGAN. So that, my friends, is my year’s marching orders. Adopt if you must. In everything we do, leave everything on the table. Go all in. The standards are yours to set and it should not depend on the approval of others, or in more abreast terms, ‘likes’. You do you the best you can that when you glance back, you can say, ‘Ay, ginalingan‘.

Then look forward, move on, and do it again.


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