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I'm not a graceful person. I'm not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2AM, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Travelogue: Remembering Miami, only better :-)


The beaches, over-looking one side of Cebu is so pristine.  That big big space between clear waters and deep blue sky is Peace.

The scent and taste and feel of simple bliss.   Gives me that missing feeling of my little old town up north :) ... my little girl days.  





Downtown’s beach front (minus the skimpy bikinis) is soooo  Miami.  Gusto naming tumakas ni Otie, grab a bottle of iced cold beer habang naka Indian sit, trippin’ on sunsets, talk about ideals or somethin', lyke uhhhm why he’s got poor taste with women lol, and how come he’s still “girlfriendless” when he’s almost 30 … and why a woman of 43 prefers to speak generics in a blank gaze --- you feel the emotions but don’t catch them in my eyes.   (The result of blogging , I guess, instead of talking to human beings.  Of course, I didn’t tell him this.    I’ve got thought balloons visible only between me and God.)                     




We over indulged in Sans Rival, Gabby’s, Royal Suite Inn’s,  even hotel food arrgghhh.  If there’s anything ... my job made me eat decently and ravenously LMAO (but made my feet smaller  --- that was weird huh!)  … having said that, in this side of paradise I was low maintenance and these two are my favorite picks readily/freshly available from the public market and by the beach.




… and and still in the running as my fave accommodation.  I come back here … I stay here.  Florentina Homes, my kind of beautiful surrounds me.  


This was my room.  Salamanca ... perfect for my mystique.
awww my sunken bar



Kois in the fountain

Chef Gabby and his artist mom never fail.  Some new additions that are shuppeerr lovely.



















Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat
We'll take the trail marked on your father's map




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