Posts Tagged ‘paradise’



“LaBoracay” by Lapiskamay (mech pencil on moleskin notebook) drawn May 1, 2014, a Labor Day.

It’s that time of year where people flock in the island just to enjoy the heat. But what really catches my eyes are not the bikini bodies but those random and clothed people just lying in the sand and not having a care in the world. That’s summer paradise. Wish I can have those moments.

My Moleskin Diaries is back! I found a new notebook with an actual moleskin to justify my hand’s craving to doodle. I had my first post back in January but I lost the notebook and only last week I found a replacement, and I love it.  Thank you FullyBooked Cebu! (I really hate your price tags though).

Yeah every summer for the rest of my life I’ll be looking back on the days I spent in Boracay. Used to be a slave an auditor out there. Great place for summer and its bad news if you hate big crowds haha. I think I’ll go back there next year for the Skyathon 2015, it’s a beach run easy 10k course. I’ll be half-naked and barefoot out there. Anyone who want to tag along just contact me.

For the meantime here’s my previous post on my Moleskin Diaries:

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By the way, a moleskin notebook looks like this (mine’s technically dont have a moleskin cover, it looks like one though haha).

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It’s two thousand years ago when history’s most iconic dinner buffet happened on that fateful Maundy Thursday. Hours later a punk betrayed his Master for thirty silver coins, and he did it by showing a bit of bromance by kissing the poor Holy Man by the cheek. Two thousand years later we are still commemorating the later turn of events that happened after that fateful kiss. Holy Week started with a kiss. And here I am (still) stranded in the island paradise of Boracay, and the way I see things around here I guess I’m in for another Unholy Week.

This morning I find myself reading under the shade of some trees just at Station 1. This blistering summer heat has turned my flat into an oven toaster, so I have to find a place that’s cooler – the beach baby!I was wearing an unholy black shirt with the words, Quit your job. Buy a ticket. Get a tan. Dive all day. Fall in love. Never return. Lonely Planet Boracay. I’m doing the third line while doing two other things not mentioned: Reading and Bikini Watching. Babes in their bikinis were passing by almost every minute and I can help but get distracted from my read – the twisted novel Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter. My personal favorites are those who are wearing white two-piece bikinis, and those with black swimsuit. Di bale na kung may bilbil. But then came a pack of belles in their white bikinis giving out pamphlets, inviting people to party with Big Fish, promising great music and wild dancing deep into the night. How can I refuse those fairies of this once enchanted island? Oh my, those lovely damsels, I wish they’d stop by my side and flirt all day and party all-night. My mind had long lost its innocence and I am not going to look for it in this place.

After the charm/poison has subsided from my system I suddenly went into observing the lives happening in this beautiful island. These people; the ones who dine by the restaurants, the ones swimming on the beach, the ones up in the sky with a parachute, and those fellas underwater (with oxygen tanks of course) they could be coming from all parts of the country or even the world treating themselves with pleasures and relaxations Boracay could offer. But aren’t these the same people who years ago in this same Maundy Thursday were at their comforts of their home, reliving the suffering and honouring the solemnity of the death of Jesus Christ?

People all over the country are observing their penetencia that their sins may be forgiven, and here these maddening crowds are practically making a festival in this island. Even I whilst I should be observing a mass and hear the sietepalabras (the seven last words of the cross) tomorrow afternoon, chances are I’dbe observing an artist navigating his brush and paints against a t-shirt at Lonely Planet.

Here in the island people just want to have fun, eat, swim and relax. A year of work and a five-day paid holiday vacation chances are these people won’t even remember the event that took place two millennia ago. I’d just hope we’d come to our senses sooner or later how a Man purchased by virtue of agony and pain the sins we’re fondly enjoying now. The thought of it brought forth shame inside. Perhaps I should go to church tomorrow, but then I think I shouldn’t. Going to church and hearing the long long long sermons (times seven) will only remind me that I’m not at home that I’ll only miss my brothers’ mischiefs, my big sister’s arms locked into dad’s and my mom’s specialty – the sweet and warm dinulgog. I can only pray that experiencing a holy week are not confined exclusively inside a church or the deafening silence of prayers, but goes down deep into solemnity and sincerity in every man’s heart that reaches out to God… saying Dear God, I’ve been bad this week forgive me for all the sins committed and to which to come. Thanks Man, for giving your life, it should have been us not You on that cross. Amen.

This article is published on the October issue of the local newspaper Boracay Sun, titled 'Running in Paradise'.

I was infected with the running virus a year ago in the Cebu City Sports Complex while pursuing pretty girls. Later I learned there is no cure for this kind of sickness. Once the infection starts to get deep inside there is no turning back. So at dawn or at dusk I run like a crazy man. I may look like a normal office guy but deep inside my shoes is a menacing pair of feet aching to run and conquer unexplored territories. But you know what? I love every moment of it.

Last April, I was transfered here in Boracay. What’s the reason, I didn’t catch. Half of my heart tells me it is an opportunity to grow as a professional that leads to a brighter future. The other half is telling me this is an exile – banishment from pursuing lovely Cebuana’s and running with crazier people during weekends. Either way I took the assignment, enough with that ‘brighter future’ preaching and Cebuana legs were talking about Boracay! It is a dream come true and technically an unexplored territory for my feet to conquer.

The first thing I did after arriving in the island was swim in its beautiful white sand beach. The water is crystal clear, the sands powdery white and bikinis are everywhere. I think I had a stiff neck the next day.  But a neck has little to do with running unless stealing some glances on heavenly bodies by the side of the road, which I quickly realized is a constant distraction.

Over the month I disovered running in the island isn’t so bad at all. For my running regimen I discovered these three routes I am taking whenever my feets is on a roll:

Make the island colorful and crazier.

Route #1.The most distracting route to take is running by the front beach, especially during afternoons. One side displays a breathtaking golden sunset, the other holds beach beds but both of these sides are filled with beautiful half-naked women. This is truly paradise. Usually this routes starts in Station 2 in front of the Tourist Center and ends in Diniwid Beach, you know the farthest end of front beach with the rock formation. The Willy’s Rock serves as my pit stop to catch my breath and somebody else’s Frisbee. I run slower in the beach front not just because of the views but also it takes lots of effort to run there. The sands absorb your feet deeper every single step of the way so it’s double the effort compared to the road pavement. It hurts at first and really takes some adjustment to get used to.

Route #2. Another exciting route for running enthusiast to enjoy is the route by the Back Beach that takes you all the way to Mt. Luho – the highest point in the island at 100 meters above sea level. It is a challenging uphill climb good for exercising lower body muscles not commonly applied in the flat roads. I recommend climbing there before sunrise. The Mt. Luho Viewpoint resort opens their door that early for us to see a grand view of the entire island, for free. After I’m done at the viewpoint, when time permits, I don’t turn back to the way I came from, instead I continue running forward. The road on the other end serves as a secondary main road accessing the eastern side of Brgy. Balabag. The road view offers more green and less concrete atmosphere. Want to have a bonding with nature? Take this road.

The first time I used this road I thought I was lost wondering where it would take me and if it will even connect with the main road (I didn’t consult a map). Fortunately it did, you are close to the main road when you reach the Poseidon Spa with its colossal stone gate, run down that last hill and you’ll reach the Go-Kart racetrack but just ignore the dumpsite nearby. The main road is just nearby and in no time you’re back to civilization. Congratulations!

Route #3. But if you want a long and challenging run I suggest you take the main road and run all the way to the end of paradise, I mean the Puka Beach – the northernmost part of the island. I only recently take on this road to push myself some extra coverage of the island since this route could be around 11-13 kilometers back and forth from Station 2. It’s a great route to build up stamina because of its length and to increase speed since the road is generally flat. Running this route gives me the country side view of the island away from the beach front crowd and general commercialization. Make sure to pack up a bottle of water and apply some SPF against the heat.

Currently I am training my infected feet to spread love on the upcoming Ilo-ilo City leg of the 35th National Milo Marathon. I have not run before in Ilo-ilo City so it is a great opportunity to widen my dating, I mean, running horizon. I am taking the route#3 to prepare for the 10K category. Hopefully no kids will outrun me this time, it’s not easy being outrun by a 12 year old! And girls here I come. Hahaha

Though my work offers me limited time to run I am still thankful I have a job that pays for my running shoes, apparels and bottles of Pocari Sweat. In Cebu I could pair up with anyone running on the oval, but here I am fortunate just to have a time to run.  I have to admit I feel alone to see only a few running enthusiasts running on the beach and most of them are tourists, when most parts of the country are now devastated with the running virus evidenced by the growing popularity of the sports.  But I pray that someday the running will spread here in the island. Until that time come I will always continue running who knows along the road I’ll meet a dazzling lady that’ll keep me from chasing other girl, or even better I could win a person to start running.

Miss Shamcey Supsup was once asked the question, if ever you will be born again as an animal what would you want to be? She answered to become a bird because she wants to fly and see the world from above. But for me, I wanted to be born as a wild horse. Why? a.) Because I want to go wherever the winds of destiny will take me. b.) Because real men knows horses embodies the essence of a free spirit – youthful, strong and wild. Just look at the bottle of Red Horse and Colt45 to see my point. Lakas tama!

Catch me running on paradise.