Well, what do you know? I come out of a long literary hiatus and what would be the first thing I write about in my neglected blog? Yep, another installment of The Yaya Saga. As much as it is the most entertaining series I have, I really wish I didn’t have so many Yaya stories. It only means that I have not yet found the proverbial lid to my pot (the analogy stuck around, even if my driver didn’t). Continue reading
The second day is always devoted to the tourist-ey things that we feel compelled to do whenever we are in some place for the first time. We didn’t get enough research done, but we decided on 5 destinations to visit on our “Tourist Day”: The Blood Compact Commemoration Site, Baclayon Church, The Tarsiers Sanctuary, Chocolate Hills (of course), and The Bohol Bee Farm.
I always wanted to visit Bohol. The last few years have given Bohol a tourism hype as Philippine’s Big Secret, The Virgin Boracay of 15 years ago. The many friends I had that had gone before me all came back with high praises. They also had those hills that look like giant Kisses. Man, if Hershey made kisses those size, I would climb to the top and eat my way to sea level. That’s an awesome daydream
Hello, ladies. I’m sorry I haven’t touched base in a while. I had to go on a long hiatus to take care of “non-frivolous” things. I’m glad to report that my little venture has been successful and I look forward to telling everyone about my “adventure”. But I missed telling you about my many junkets during the hiatus. I will find time to fill you in later on. (My boyfriend says I keep making that promise but I post so sporadically, the blog almost seems like a semi-annual magazine. Pfft. Well, if he wanted me to write more, he should take me out of the city more.)
In 1984, Regal films produced the first “Shake, Rattle and Roll”. It was an aberration from the insipid movies that were being churned out by the movie companies of the time. This movie was good. More than good, it was effective. It scared the bejeezus out of it’s viewers. When Joel Torre’s hand crawled its way from the grave to haunt Arlene Muhlach (Unfortunately, I never saw the beginning of the segment), to that naughty, naughty refrigerator and its trysts with Janice De Belen, and finally to the terrorizing Irma Alegre stalking Herbert in the dark forest. It was a winner. Hailed as a triumph way ahead of its time, the first SRR managed to scare its audience without breaking the bank in special effects.
As Tina Fey said decades later, “If something kinda works, we just keep doing it until everybody hates it.” The same production outfit proceeded to churn out SRR sequels with the same formula that has made educated audience scorn at Philippine Cinema and dread the Christmas season where all sorts of crap earn money because foreign films are banned. Now, instead of eager anticipation, the Shake, Rattle and Roll franchise is met with eye-rolling and disdain.
Something wonderful just happened to me. In a rare occasion, I managed to make everyone around me happy. I did this by passing the Physician Licensure Examination of February 2014 <insert applause here>. Such a wonderful event surely has an epic saga attached to it and the sheer relief I feel and the jubilation of those around me demand that I narrate it to you. But ever since I found out that I finally made it, I have been stumped at trying to find the right words. For some reason, everything that I wrote in the last two days concerning this topic has been, well, crap. Then, I realized that this was not the first time I wrote about my uphill battle with The Big MD. I had started this series years ago, five years ago to be exact in a defunct blog I had but did not maintain. So, because things have come full circle, I will share with you my journal entry/introduction to the series “High Hopes” by finally publishing my unfinished thoughts from five years and a million stories ago.