A Cocoon To Unravel

It’s been a while since I have not penned something in this cryptic little web space of mine. Had it not been because of my geography class, I would not have remembered this little website that I created about six years ago. Life just got hustling these past four years. It’s not that I lost my beetling passion for writing but mainly because I had been on a road full of both ruffled and laudatory surprises, I must say. I left the disenchanted yet frivolous job I had, got married to my long-time boyfriend (my one and only), and finally settled down in the province and made an astonishing head-start!

I have always dreamed of settling down in the tranquil countryside, beside green lush meadows where I can see the splendid skies and the distant cascading horizon. I love waking up to the merry sounds of birds and the pleasant smell of flowers and hay.

Living in the dense mountainside, where the large mounds of earth scrape the enormous skies, I occasionally pine for the pungent smell and cool breeze of the sea. I grew up in a small but revolutionary town surrounded by the sea and had spent countless happy hours marveling at its greatness and beauty. I found this wonderful kin connection between me and the sea that can not be relinquished by time. That is one certain reason why from there I find a divergent tranquility and calmness.

When things go fuzzy and exasperating, I and my husband seek solace and comfort from the shore. We are just so lucky to be living in a town of shores and hills and an abundance of nature’s beauty sheds which we have a variety to choose from.

Last summer, we decided to visit a local resort just a few minutes away from our home. It was such a perfect day to take a dip and unwind so we packed and fled.

 costa roca

Located at Pondol, Balamban, Cebu, two barangays away from the bustling Poblacion, Costa Roca Resort sits at the west coast of Balamban. Its beauty, grandeur and peaceful ambiance owe it from the beautifully manicured landscape, sleek and well-kept apartment cottages, snug and cozy architecture to the apt choices of upholstery.


When we got there, we opted to have breakfast in their wood terraces that gave a magnificent early morning view of the sea.


Costa Roca Swimming Pool



Since we arrived pretty early, I was not surprised to find that we were the “early birds” that Sunday. We did not wait long to plunge into the pool. The water was cool and refreshing, a perfect cure for the steamy hot summer malady.



Costa Roca is easy to fall in love with. Its warmth and hospitality remain in your heart and put a smile to your face. We ended our invigorating getaway with a brisk tour inside the premises. It was such a delightful day well-spent and we looked forward to visiting the resort in the future.


From the Poblacion, you can take a tricycle in going there, fare is negotiable and will start from Php 15.00 depending on the number of passengers.

Foods prices in the restaurant start from Php 150.00 per menu.

Entrance fee is Php 50.00 per person and is limited to 30 minutes only.

Use of swimming pool fee is Php 100.00 per person and is not time-limited.

Cottage prices vary depending on type and size and may start from Php 800.00.

Be mindful of your belongings and once you’re there, leave all your cares behind and enjoy every minute of your escapade!




2014 On The Doorstep


A Christmas tree that’s made of recycled plastic bottles

Then it promptly hit technically 1200 GMT+8 where I was at. There was that ritually familiar rustling sound outside. Then came following the deafening explosions of lit firecrackers – in any form. A sense of déjà vu washed over me. Everything was just all-too familiar. Just a customary start of another year…

With all that I was going through, there is but a thin line between ‘hopefulness’ and ‘hopelessness’.  If you are in a country like mine, you will find yourself bleakly caught in the middle. Tragedy here and there, corruption everywhere, more tragedies and did I mention tragedy?

It is just another bounty year for us to toil and continue to do our best to endure these difficulties for there is no better choice than to be hopeful.

 But to HOPE  is to PRAY and ACT.

What is your choice?

May we be one in prayer in the hope of alleviating our nation starting from ourselves. May we do our share as responsible citizens of this republic and in turn, benefit from our endeavor. And may we all have a generous and joyous year ahead of us!

An Excerpt From My Diary

I found my sturdy handy-dandy that served as my little diary.

I found my sturdy handy-dandy that served as my little diary.

Oftentimes deep thoughts would unconsciously lead me to apprehension, fear, traumatic experiences, broken promises, unjust share of youth and even the most devastating events that had occurred and could possibly occur again. Like riddles, they would continue to haunt me. I’d just want to run. Away! And as I’d open my eyes…
Nowhere is the sunset.
A light gently fading away to give way to the darkness
As I sit here in this placid chair
Not knowing exactly what to ponder on.
Too much have been done, have been given
Too much have been paid for, a lot have been taken
Little have been asked from.
I’m alone.

I just love Christmas breaks.

Santa got me :)

Santa got me 🙂

Yes, I do. In school, as far as I can remember, there were two breaks that I got to enjoy every year; one that of summer and one of Christmas. I love the nostalgic pungent smell of hay in summer, the flowers in full bloom, the invitingly sparkling beaches and the fun in playing with the kids under the sun. Christmas is a dear season celebrated by Christians. How I love the lantern-making and the Christmas carol contests in school. All of the holiday excitement and fuss were rewarded by the most-awaited Christmas party when we would exchange gifts, share our food, dance and be merry. The fun would continue until the Christmas break when we would spend the time with our families. At home, we were encouraged to do good and asked to hang our stockings on the wall so Santa Claus can put inside his gifts. And yes, each of us surprisingly got one! The day of Christmas would always be welcomed by receiving the Holy Eucharist in the Holy Mass. Every body was bound to be happy. This went on every year as I was growing up. I guess I can consider it a foundation of my being and perhaps a strong influence on the way I look at life.
But times are changing. I have grown older and have become more aware of the logical aspect of everyday life. For instance, I’ve grown old if not wise enough to realize the truth about the gifts inside the stockings hung on the wall, if you know what I mean. And believe me, I wish I could turn back time. But anyway, now that I am already working as an employee, I only get to enjoy one break each year – Christmas. Yes, I miss the summer sun but we could always make an escape on a nice, delightful weekend to be out there basking ourselves in the heat. For now, I just want to consider myself a little lucky to have celebrated Christmas this year and being able to once again enjoy another Christmas break. 🙂

What would you do when you’re haunted with the most insidious, ensnaring yet surprisingly wonderful feelings? Would you succumb to its implacable compulsion? Resist against the forcefully engulfing current? Or would you rather run away and vanish in the blackness of the unknown? This poem was written sometime in May, 2012. Let me share it with you.

I so love watching the sunset from the beach.

I so love watching the sunset from the beach.

Once There Was Love

Once there was love
Dwelt for a time in an abyss of solitude
Thorns of the past she long wept for
Endless dark shadows looming as it could.

From each rising sunrise to every glistening sunset
Through the sparkling dusk till the first hint of dawn
Wresting with raw pain, pure anguish and wild fear
For sleep’s only an illusion, pray it come but soon.

Oh, how weary one can ever be?
Doomed in desolation, held captive of time
Yearning for fate to redeem if not undo the past
Forsake its remnants and leave them all behind.

Once there was love
Slowly beckoned by another’s touch
Like a butterfly would to a lonely violet
Among abodes of daffodils that watch.

Should she succumb to such yieldings?
The mockery of feelings he bestowed?
To give in and fall for a moment’s impulse
Might bring in peril she had known so old.

But how could she resist his relentless plea?
Strong as the waves, loud as a lion’s roar
His eyes probing, searching, ever captivating
His mouth speaking the language of her soul.

Can one stop the wind from blowing north?
Or cede the seagull from taking its flight?
So is with love, enduring amid restraints
And so are the feelings that haunt her at night.

Yet like a dandelion that in the summer blooms
Taking safe refuge beneath the glorious shed
With mustered strength, she conquered strife
To faith she surrendered what lies ahead.

Once there was love…