Thanks to CashCashPinoy (these Internet promo sites are a godsend), my mom discovered a cheap deal on a 3 days-2 nights accommodation at a resort in Puerto Galera. I love love love the beach/the sea/the feel of sand underneath my feet so I was psyched!
Last Tuesday (I skipped class for this lol), we packed our bags and went on the two-and-a-half-hour bus ride and a one-hour boat ride to the island of Puerto Galera.
We arrived in Muelle Port where we had lunch, and waited for the free transportation to take us to the resort. Because of the terribly disappointing experience we had the last time we tried to have a beach outing, I tried not to get my hopes up about this trip, but upon arriving at Tamaraw Beach Resort in Aninuan Beach, my pessimism dissolved. …
Ever since I was a kid, I have had a fascination with guns. I’ve always wondered how it would feel to fire one (definitely not at a person or animal), but at around PHP1000 per session, target shooting was too expensive a hobby.
Thankfully, Ensogo had a 50% discount at Jethro Shooting Range, so I begged my reluctant mom to buy me a voucher. Jethro has several branches, but we went to the one in #5 G. Del Pilar St., Del Monte Ave., Quezon City, because it has an outdoor range.
As of Sunday, August 14, 2011, I am nineteen years old, the last of my “-teen” years. This means I have one more year before I really have to start acting like an adult.
“Holy crap, I’m getting old” issues aside, I really loved my birthday celebration this year.
Saturday afternoon:Paula gave me a cake. I was speechless; I wasn’t expecting anyone to actually give me anything. <3
P.S. That’s supposed to be “Happy 19th b-day Ela,” but someone *ehemPeterAngeloehem* didn’t hold the box right and ruined the icing.
Hi, Mom! First off, let me say how you totally ruined how I planned to surprise you with this. Okay. I just needed to say that.
Anyway… Happy birthday! I know you think I write well, but to be honest, I’m having a hard time writing this. It’s not that I couldn’t write anything about you; it’s that I find it hard to find the words to describe how truly amazing you are.
I’m sorry I haven’t posted in time for Father’s Day. I’ve been busy lying around the house, eating fast food and watching movies. (Yes, Dad, your daughter is a sloth.)
Belated happy Father’s Day! I owe you eighteen years of Father’s Day greetings—but then, you owe me eighteen years of birthday and Christmas gifts, so if we should meet, I want a car. Or a condo unit. Or at the very least, an entire bookstore.
I hope you thought of me last Sunday even though I know you have your other kids to greet you. I mean, I am your daughter, even if we’ve never seen each other. …