Jesus On The Beach

We're going to the beach . . . I was really excited. I didn't even finish a task at work to day so I can get out of the office and meet my beach buddy, Lesley, on time. We were going to San Narciso, Zambales, one of the famous surfing spots in the country. We we're on our way, passed Pampanga, when it rained. I thought we need a miracle! There's no fun swimming and surfing without the sun. It was still "umaambon" when we arrived at Crystal Beach Resort, San Narciso. I thought, again, God, let there be sunshine. We occupied the best barkada type beach front cottage. Echo and Heart used the upper room during their visit in this resort. I was quite disappointed coz there was no hot surfers a.k.a "Pumpkin" in the beach that day. Anyway, the rain had stopped, it was cloudy, saves my skin from sunburn, works for me. The surfboards were not available, maybe all the boards have been taken for rent since we arrived there past 12pm. So we enjoyed our first day swimming and taking pictures as many as we can. We had grilled pork and fish for dinner. I slept early while everybody stayed up late taking shots of Emperador Brandy, di ko kakayanin yon. It was freezing cold at night during our sleep as the rain continued to pour. Then morning came, once again, "umaambon pa rin". We decided to drink coffee at the newly built nippa canteen inside the resort, thank God, they had the idea of building it. I've been in this resort 4 times already and it was really convenient that they now serve meals. A couple of hot guys have already started to show up. Bon, one of us, calls 'em "Channing", taken from the name of that uber hot and sexy model/actor ChanningTatum, now that's self explanatory. So then we continued our agenda for the day, swimming and....trying our best luck to stand on top of a surfboard challenging waves that are not meant for beginners. Just, God, please let us see the sun, never mind if we don't see the beautiful sunset (which is also known in the place). Then Jesus appeared, well, not on top of the water walking while his disciples worry about their fate in the sea, No, but he looked like Jesus though, minus the beard. He was a beautiful American man who came by to watch us. Then the weather changed. I can hear myself humming "I believe in Miracles, sexy baby"... He was a certified "pumpkin", tall, tanned and well built. Since the weather has improved, there was more time taking pictures since we can bring out our cameras. Pumpkin passed again, my heart was screaming " can I take a picture with you"?
We left the beach at PM and had Pizza at Dude's Pizza House where, again, not that I'm a fan of Heart and Echo, anyway, they both ate pizza here and was the first celebrity couple to put their signatures on the wall. We have reached Pampanga by 4pm. While inside the van, we were already planning our next trip. Hopefully we'll be able to go back to San Narciso and visit the other beaches before the year ends. And hopefully Jesus will make another miracle. How would you like to see Jesus surfing in the beach? At least someone who looks like Him anyway (smiles).
Surfs up ma'gurls, see ya in the beach.

The Notebook

Once again, I saw my empty notebook lying on top of my bed this morning. Well, I thought, it's definitely time to make use of it. I haven't even written anything on the first page. It was given to me by my supervisor when I was still part of a sales account of People Support Inc. I miss my teammates... miss everything about that department. For the last 2 months, I've spent countless hours whining and contemplating why the hell was I transferred to an account I didn't like, hotel reservations. Went around talking to each office mate complaining about the haggard causing tasks in that account. Yeah, sometimes, I just have it out with the managers and supervisors. Anyway, Im not writing about that stupid subject today. My efforts of being eliminated from the account have been useless. I know I've been fighting a losing battle, Naks! so back to the notebook.

Ah yes, this reminded me of how much I missed writing. No one really knows, I mean REALLY knows, I think except my mom, how much I really loved writing. I don't write poetry or news or verses, although I am proud to say that I have been part of the school paper's editorial staff during grade school and high school. I never got a chance in college, there was just too many talented and competitive writers back then. Anyway, I always failed my Algebra and Trigonometry class so I concentrated on passing them rather than trying to keep up with deadlines of the articles. but I never stopped writing even if I was no longer contributing anything for the college paper. I also started collecting magazines and inspired myself that someday...I'll be able to see myself in the pages of this magazines...that I'll be able to inspire or entertain other people when they read my column. I have been reading a few books lately. Right now, Im on Chapter 9, Katherine Stone's novel entitled Twins. Well, its about the usual cliche, 2 women who may have similarities in the looks department but are so different in personalities. To make it simple, one is a high class supermodel and the other is an over achiever attorney, so you can just imagine how they were like during high school. So anyway, I have been writing stories too. most of them have the typical plot, boy meets girl kind of stuff, high profiled arrogant guy meets an ignorant cheery kind hearted lady, prince charming bumps into plain Jane... nothing tragic, not like Romeo and Juliet. I'm not a skilled writer. I think I would need some serious training before perfecting a highly complicated story. I look back at my collections of stories in my notebooks, some of them I left at my parents house.

Now I have 4 with me. I never get to finish them, sometimes I ran out of ideas. All I have with me right now are summaries of what I want to happen with the characters. I have thought about publishing or posting them online, hoping someone would notice my works. But I had a friend who used to post his poems on his blog and people who see it copy it, it's like something has been stolen from you. So I think the idea will have to be put on ice. In the meantime, I am happy that my notebook is always open for me, ready to be filled out whenever my hands are itching to write that story.