O for Ormoc

Weesam was another name for another kind of fast craft, a moving vessel that can go up to four hours of nonstop boat ride that’ll take you to other parts of the Visayas. That Saturday it took us to Ormoc City, woot! I thought it snobbish for someone’s [from the city] first time to be in a province to ask someone from the Province if they have malls or at least taxis. But I can’t resist asking Paolo, the bike’s brother, if they have a water refilling station – which would signify if they have mineral water.

Paolo just laughed and handed me my first Ormoc city water in a glass. “People here drink tap water. It’s healthier,” he said. I just shrugged. I have a strong stomach, good thing.

Ormoc is pretty. It reminds me of Tagum City, Davao. The city is a small place that you could get around in ten minutes and we found ourselves at Pardi’s, a grill restaurant slash bar slash tapsilogan for dinner and its owners were accommodating enough to suggest that we get in to Dustria, an RNB club next to it, free of charge. Thinking that I’m in no condition to go clubbing, I had to pass. Plus I saw the interior of Dustria and uh, not really likeable. Sorry, but it is close to Autoshop bar here in Cebu where the, uh, others go to.

Across Pardis is Bedidas and oh, they have the best cakes! They told me their’s are homemade and they even had their creamers and sugars in sachets they patented after their name and logo. They made me bring a lot as souvenir to bring home to. It was a cute gesture I had to laugh.

The entire establishment is in the middle of their plaza and everybody was there. Just a typical Saturday night where everybody dressed in shorts and flip flops and were milling around with their coffee mugs in tow… very comforting?

That same Saturday night we went to Sabin Resort where a local college was having their Mr. and Miss Pageant show inside the ballroom and Joey, Paolo’s cousin, was generous enough to hand us tickets. Check out their question and answer booboos!

Host: So… what is one first thing that you will do if you will win this contest?

Contestant: Thank you for the question.

(That’s it?)

Host: What’s your name?

Contestant: William

Host: What do your friends call you?

Contestant: Yumyum.

(My… )

Host: What do you think of the economy today?

Contestant: Anyway…

(Wasn’t that the first time she talked?)

More from these clips.

But serious,this time. Ormoc is nice, quiet and harmless. You wouldn’t even think of running into any of your old flames there. People close their stores at 7pm and go to sleep the next hour. You could hear birds chirping and crickets and everything that makes sounds at night and you wonder if anyone was having sex that time, the entire island would hear about it.

Philippines is beautiful. I see all those kids waking up early and donning their uniform and walking on a small bridge to get their school. I see a woman opening up a window and there lies her entire livelihood – a mini sari sari store that housed almost everything from Snow Bear to Sparkle soft drinks. I see the entire neighborhood of Villa Teresa traipsing inside Stars and Stripes – the all 99 store – because it’s newly opened and their goods are imported. Little did they know that almost all items there are priced from 80-99 and they still shell out more than they could afford to.

I am not saying that because I at one time doubted Philippine’s beauty but seeing and being in Ormoc makes think about those kinds of things – the reflections that make you stare at the car window and watch house by house pass by. I needed that. I needed that moment… not a magic moment, but something more that makes us better persons.

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Wat, wat!

Another week to live off on work and five straight days of slaving does not really sound that appealing much. At least I have next weekend’s trip to Ormoc, Leyte with friends. And a Tambuli getaway with officemates this same weekend. Ditto with FTV’s Bar Tour. Who is crazy enough to make all these plans in one weekend?? I’ll probably know next week which plan will win but I’ve got dibs on the Ormoc trip.

I haven’t been to Ormoc! What is Ormoc? Lol.

I looked it up and found out that besides … and it has …., technically, it is a small place… small enough to house one Saturday night crowd at the Loft. Joke! Muahah! Someone might take offense, uuuyy.

But I want to go see Ormoc. Last small town I remember being at was Dumaguete and I had fun because most of the crowd I saw were from Cebu. We’re supposed to be there from Saturday till Monday morning and with what I’ve come up so far, I can hardly wait how Ormoc will entertain me. *wink*

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CDO-lag

Just got back from CDO and Ormoc (tell all sooness) and the city is so pretty with all the left over buntings!

I miss the fiesta celebrations for the second time. I heard they had a blast from last weekend’s FU’s Anton Ramos party. My cousins told tales of drunkenness and absolute highness for three days. I just shrugged and told them that I didn’t really miss out on anything especially when I was still high from Stylewatch. Lol. What I did miss is my family. My dad was surprised I didn’t go out that much. We spent every moment together he was starting to get sick of me and goaded me to go out and see friends.

Hours before our boat trip back to Cebu on Monday, I had an emergency stop at my Alma Mater for my sister’s Parent-Teacher’s Conference (PTC). Naturally, I was forced to sit down and listen to her teacher’s complain about her kikayness. “She should stop putting on makeup while in class.” “All she ever does is pull up her compact and look at herself in the mirror.” “Sige lang arte, sige lang pa-gwapa.”

Blah. Blah. Blah. Same comments from last year. Are they really necessary? How she applies blush on has nothing to do with her studies, my god. Personalan nato, ha. That’s the thing with small schools. You’d know everyone’s shit down from how she combs her hair to how she plagiarizes her termpaper. Everything is a scandal, a controversy and the next person to wear the skimpiest outfit will be the topic of discussion the next day.

Haven’t they learned from previous batches by now? *wink wink*

Teacher’s should deal with their student’s quirkiness – it’s what makes up their character and whatever they do with their personal lives and personal effects never affect their performance in school. I would know. My sister is doing good. She is no different from the straight-A student who picks her nose in front of class so why pick on how pink her lipstick is?
So I sat down and took it all in and smiled at the teachers even though at the back of my head I want to tell to listen to themselves because they don’t make sense. I used to teach in that same school and because I was more kikay than the students, I never for once thought that such a habit would get in the way of their studies. I used to go to that school. I am not coined Ms. Doña Victorina for nothing. Years spent in a school that is conservative should mold you to become more kikay. Haha. Whatever. I have blogherria. I should post more. Ciao.

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