Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Boracay: Experiencing a piece of paradise
I bought my roundtrip tickets for Boracay last December 3, 2005 and scheduled our trip from 11 - 14 March 2006. Once the dates were finalized, I instantly told my boss and my team of my upcoming leave for my first ever trip to Boracay.
A week before my trip, I was so excited that I can't sleep well, eat well, think well, study well and work well. I worried constantly. Days before my trip, I had this feeling that I might go down with the flu. I had allergies, I was stressed and majorly pissed (thanks to Archie, Trexyl, Lawrence and the Vice-Dean of DLSU-GSB).
But the moment I woke up last March 11, I placed my worries and problems aside and decided that my new motto for my 4-day vacation will be:
To hell with everything, especially, work. Let's go to Boracay!So what's so special about Boracay? It's definitely the ambiance. The fine sand, the cool breeze, the warmth of the sun. Boracay can sometimes be over-rated. It's like drinking coffee at Starbucks. They may not have the best coffee but you just can't seem to have the same coffee experience at a different coffee shop.
Boracay is a piece of paradise and paradise is...
...having the confidence to wear a skimpy bikini and strutting your stuff in public
...sipping a cold, thick milkshake and eating pizza at Jonah's
...laughing and talking with your friends and not caring if your bunch is the noisiest group on the beach
...lying on the sand, hearing the waves, while reading a good book and listening to your mp3s using your Sony Ericcson k750i even if it meant only 8 tunes being repeated over and over again
...sand between your toes
...taking lots of pictures and looking good in almost all of them
...snorkeling and going on the banana boat
...having your hair braided for P100 only
...getting a henna tattoo
Thea, Me and Joy at Jonah's while enjoying our milkshakes
But Boracay is only a piece of my paradise. When I left for Boracay, I can't help but feel a bit sad because I know I left my heart in Manila. A big part of my paradise is still where my heart is.
So until my next Boracay trip...
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Hey lady, you lady cursing at your life
You're a discontented mother and a regimented wife
I've no doubt you dream about the things you'll never do
But, I wish someone had talked to me like I wanna talk to you
Ooh, I've been to Georgia and California
And anywhere I could run
Took the hand of a preacher man
And we made love in the sun
But I ran out of places and friendly faces
Because I had to be free
I've been to paradise but I've never been to me
Please lady, please, lady don't just walk away
'Cause I have this need to tell you why I'm all alone today
I can see so much of me still living in your eyes
Won't you share a part of a weary heart that has lived a million lies
Ooh, I've been to Nice and the Isle of Greece
While I've sipped champagne on a yacht
I moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo
And showed 'em what I've got
I've been undressed by kings and I've seen some things
That a woman ain't supposed to see
I've been to paradise, but I've never been to me
Hey, you know what paradise is?
It's a lie.
A fantasy we create about people and places as we'd like them to be.
But you know what truth is?
It's that little baby you're holding
And it's that man you fought with this morning
The same one you're going to make love with tonight
That's truth, that's love
Sometimes I've been to crying for unborn children that might have made me complete
But I took the sweet life I never knew I'd be bitter from the sweet
I've spent my life exploring the subtle whoring that costs too much to be free
Hey lady...
I've been to paradise...
But I've never been to me
I've been to paradise but I've never been to me
I've been to paradise but I've never been to me
Maan @ 10:46 PM
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