From Windows to Chrome

Before, there was Windows. Then, there was Google Chrome. Hahaha! Well, whatever this joke is, I still appreciate the good things Chrome deliver to its users. Come to think of it, it is the easiest Internet browser for me... ^_^

Short Galerian Break

The boat to Puerto Galera seemed to be a microcosm with the number of different kinds of citizens in it. The weather was perfect; sunny and cool. On our way, the peaceful ride did not give a hint of how hard climbing a mountain would be.

A friend of Gabby invited us to join climbing mountains and since we're both up for challenges, we grabbed some hiking bags and decided to join this trip. It was merely a day hike since we alloted time for beaching and staying in our lodge. The problem was we came there too late and the team decided to make the five-hour climb into three so as not to climb down at night. I thought it would be easy so I still brought our hiking bag. But within ten minutes of climbing, my heart was pounding like a kettle drum and anytime, I felt like fainting. Climbing a mountain wasn't as easy as it seemed. I checked the others; aside from Gabby, everyone else was fine. They came in different shapes and sizes but they're all accustomed to such activity that they just kept on going.

Gabby and I had lots of stops along with the sweepers (the veterans who get left behind to take care of newbies). There was one time that we found some caterpillar on Gabby's sleeve. I am juts so glad there were no limantiks along the way. 
As we tagged long, I learned that the technique to keep in pace was to merely walk (as advised by Kit, one of the mountaineers). In Gabby's case, she learned to walk REAL slow which made her always the last person to arrive at stops but still be able to keep up despite being tired. But the team decided that we cannot go on anymore for some many factors, including the ones I mentioned above. Also, with us as newbies, we cannot reach the peak within the expected time. So they decided to make one last stop, rested there for an hour, and we started climbing down the mountain. The way down was easier, for one does not need to exert too much effort in dragging oneself up. The problem was that it was slippery and one has to have balance and strength to keep from falling or continuously running down.
Puerto Galerian night is socially motivating; bars are open and people that you don't see at daytime are out there. When Gabby and I wandered around White Beach, we thought of bringing our friends there. Don't get me wrong; the company we had there was really good. But to be with our closest friends would be great there, watching fire dancers, dipping into dark sea, sitting on white sand, drinking in bars, hooking up, and all the fun we could think of.

The next day we woke up to enjoy the beach; white sand, less people (it's not peak season and it's morning), clear water, smiles, and a game of frisbee.

Our stay there was very short. And I feel like there's more to explore the next time we get there. Probably, this is just an prologue of our trip there.

Paris Hellton Confirmed

Paris herself confirmed me and my friends' speculation that she is part of Lucifer's Tribe on a TV Series entitled "The Hard Times of RJ Berger." If you have not read about the clues that spawned this idea, you may go check this blog right HERE. 

Summer Love

How can something almost so great start and end too soon?
One movie marathon night, my friends and I decided to watch "The Notebook" and fell inlove with the movie (for them, once more, for me, the first). Right after the movie, I stood up like one of those fools you see in movies or TV shows and invitingly said, "Let's go find our summer love!"
Days after, I found someone who defined that term. All of a sudden, out of the blue, someone showed me how special I can be, made me feel interesting, created a great bond, let me know what an almost perfect person I have found, and raised the possibility that I can once again fall inlove.
Weeks passed, feelings grew, contests happened--guessing games... "What am I wearing?"... And a sur-prize materialized right in front of me. Our hearts grew and got drunk with our feelings until those three words were uttered.
Days seemed to be incomplete without each other though distance kept our hands away from each other. Yet, our hearts beat as one.
Movies, parties, games, travels, food, alcohol, karaoke, pictures, presents...
Then, there were doubts, "third parties," friend issues, and the evanescent magic between us. Tears fell, goodbyes were bid, and nights were colder.
Summer love, it was. Sometimes, when I look back at those magical words uttered, I somehow wish that it'd be summer everyday... But it seems impossible, now. We don't know for sure. One thing I'm certain at the moment of writing this: I miss you.

Earthquake Galore on Wall

This is how news reach us these days. No need to send "Alert On" to 2366, you can just go see your wall. Facebook comes in handy at times. 

Insidiously Insipid

Welcome to the house where friendship was formed. This place is owned by my friend Gabby’s uncle. Before it was renovated, my circle of friends would usually stay there and do whatever. But like most places that contained junks (things, not us), the house tells a lot of close-to-paranormal encounters. One Sunday movie night can be counted.

There were four of us; AB, Gabby, Taylor, and me. The living room was only illuminated by the glow of the television playing a horror movie. The eeriness of the film has already taken over the audience and one decided to drink a glass of water after a few gasps. Being the only one not afraid of darkness, I went to the refrigerator right behind us as it sat quietly at a corner in the absence of light. I took a pitcher and shared water to them.

As the movie unfolds an eerie scene as a guy tries to track down any paranormal presence in a house, silence drew in into the whole house and only the tube filled the air with sounds. In such moments, one anticipates an incoming jump scene; a sudden loud horrible music accompanying a shocking occurrence in the story. We had huge speakers on but a sound did not seem to come from them; the sudden bump and some short clinking sounds came from behind us. The two females with us looked back and on reflex, AB, Gabby, and even Taylor started to scurry out of the door with fright on their faces. When they started standing, I also checked the source of the sound: there was a warm firey light coming from behind our seats! A demon!?

I took a few steps away from my seat with what seemed like a scream (hey, I was shocked with their reaction and… Alright, alright, it almost seemed scary so why not react to it—if it were a movie, the scene would not sell without me fleeing and getting frightened). Then, it finally hit us: I left the fridge’s door not properly closed so it took minutes ‘til it completely opened and revealed the devils inside it, which are the bottles of beer and slices of cake.

The horrors in diet.