The Photographer and the Model at 5505Day 2

At 5 am the following morning, we were walking to the beach in hope of beautiful shots of the sunrise. Yanie was still in her pajamas and I was in my sleeping pants. The morning got breeze got colder as we approached the wonderful waters of Barangay Tabin-dagat. We waited patiently for the sun to rise while doing some exercises kuno. We jogged around in the islets and took pictures of the sun rising in the east. Unfortunately the sky was filled with low dark clouds so we didn’t see the rising of the sun in full. It was okay. We still have our camera.

We are waiting for the sunrise

Yanie and me at the beach

 

What's left of the sunset after dark clouds covered most of it

 

February 01 - Start of another empty V month :(

The Odiongan public market was our next stop. Yanie bought small shrimps which she made into okoys that evening and two tumpok ng sihi which my sister-in-law cooked with coconut milk for lunch. Yanie also got herself some kind of green sea algae, which smells really weird which she made into a salad added with sliced tomatoes, vinegar, onions, etc.

At the market

The clams we caught yesterday and the sihi from the market in coconut milk

  

We went back to the beach come afternoon and Yanie wore her pretty small white dress which she bought from the Ukay-ukay managed by my sister-in-law for only 100 bucks.

We saw this sign on the way to the beach. Hmmm... Parang bitin ng siya ng very light. Very light lang naman. Lol.

My time to shine... in yellow!

In a small pretty white dress from UK

The photographer in a semi-yummy-lakas-makaStraight-pose

After a hard day's work, the photographer and the model enjoyed some snacks. Nagbaon kami ng nilagang saging at kalamay-hati sa beach then bili ng gulaman sa may parola. Sarap!

That night, we picked Buen from his house and headed to Barangay Libertad’s fiesta. The coronation was boring so we enjoyed ourselves in the perya where I lost six pesos. We didn’t stay long and went straight home.

Me playing "color game" at a perya at Libertad

 

Are you familiar with the "color game"?

Buen, Yanie and Me

**************************************************************

You can also see the rest of the pictures at Yanie's and my Facebook accounts.

Brew's Facebook - Odiongan Trip

Brew's Facebook - Odiongan Trip with Yanie

Yanie's Facebook - Trip to Odiongan 2010

The Photographer and the Model at 5505Day 1 (continuation)

Choose your color: One of the many delicacies of the province. Lol.

After lunch we headed back to the beach to watch the sunset. We arrived early so we went ahead and took more pictures until the screen of the camera was saying, “Low Battery.” Good thing it didn’t fully gave up on us come sunset.

Here are some pictures of our misadventures.

Yanie minus the tummy tuck courtesy of Adobe Photohop CS. Alaveit!

Yanie's Ploning version - FLONING!

Basa sa Dagat Part 2

Yanie takes on a more daring role.

Movie Title: Ang Kamison ni Lola.

My Alma Mater now known as Romblon State University (RSU)

White part at the beach! :)

Brew soaring high... (blag! sakit...)

Yanie and Me invades the mangroves - about 3km from the town proper.

Want some BJ?

Brew points at the beautiful Odiongan sunset. Indeed a lovely sight.

The day ended with a beautiful sunset. Yanie and I were there to witness one of nature's miracles. This end welcomes a new beginning.

**************************************************************

You can also see the rest of the pictures at Yanie's and my Facebook accounts.

Brew's Facebook - Odiongan Trip

Brew's Facebook - Odiongan Trip with Yanie

Yanie's Facebook - Trip to Odiongan 2010

The Photographer and the Model at 5505Day 1

It's Yanie's second day here in Odiongan and I am so excited about her trip here. Yanie is an ex-officemate from eTelecare Global Solutions which recently merged (most of us think it's a buyout) with Stream Global Services. She's in the frontdesk scene in the Alabang site but we previously worked together in an account in Libis.

She left Batangas port at around 6pm and arrived here around 3am. Usually the trip only lasts around 8hrs and that the Roro (Roll on, Roll off) leaves the port at 5pm. I didn't know what caused the delay.

I arrived the Odiongan port around 1:30am, left my bike outside the gate and asked the guard if he can let me in explaining that my friend had a lot of baggage with her and would need help. I lied of course. She only had two bags with her. The port was almost empty except for the jeepneys parked on the left side and some vendor offering boiled eggs and peanuts. In my hurry, I left the house without my undies on and was only wearing a white board shorts. It was really cold.

I didn't have any money on me and was really wanting to smoke. The guard said the boat would arrive in between 2am-3am. There was still no boat that can be seen in the horizon so I hurriedly went back home, got money and bought meself 10pcs of Marlboro lights. It was only a 15-20 minute drive to and fro so I was back at the port in no time. The boat docked past 3am and a few minutes after, I was waving my hands to Yanie.

Day 1

We headed to the beach both wearing white and had a pictorial. Well I was the camera guy, she was the over-excited-and-demanding model. It was all fun.

After the shoot, we went back home, had lunch and went to another part of the beach. She also bought some pasalubongs for her officemates.

To be continued...

(We're off to the beach again. More pictures to come. Watch out!)

**************************************************************

You can also see the rest of the pictures at Yanie's and my Facebook accounts.

Brew's Facebook - Odiongan Trip

Brew's Facebook - Odiongan Trip with Yanie

Yanie's Facebook - Trip to Odiongan 2010

The Beautiful and the Disaster Part II

The night seemed to be going perfect until DISASTER happened...

While I was drinking me second beer, which turned out to be the last for the night, the handler of candidate #5 approached me:

Mark: "To, marunong ka magDrive?"
Me: "Opo."
Mark: "May motor ka?"
Me: "Opo."
Mark: "Ok lang ba ihatid mo siya (points at contestant #5) sa bahay nila?"
Me: "Ok lang. TagaSaan ba siya?"
Mark: "Sa Odiongan, sa bayan malapit sa RSU (Romblon State University)."
Me: "Ang layo naman. Sino kasama mo?"
Mark: "Ikaw lang. Sino ba pwede mong kasama?"
Me: "Baka si Buen o si Kit pero mukhang nag-eenjoy na sila eh." (More dance na yung dalawa sa gitna ng dancefloor.)
Mark: "Sige ako na lang."

I agreed and asked them to wait outside the plaza while I get the bike parked across the street. I told Buen I'd come back for him as soon as possible.

We hit the road and everything was smooth for a few minutes. Most of the road were cemented and we were running at around 60 tops. Then the handler asked me, "Ikaw ba panganay ni Mam Dhors?" I said yes and our conversation went from there. He said he is from Batiano and is teaching college in RSU. Batiano is the birth place of my mom and is about 3 kilometers away from town where we live. We were having a nice talk until...

The cement road ended and unfortunately, I did not notice it. I was not able to slow down as we hit the dirt road. We swayed for a bit but I was able to control the vehicle after a while until I noticed something was wrong. "Flat ata," I said as I stopped in a dark corner of the road where there were no street lights and the only visible lights were coming from the moon and the vehicle.

Confirmed. We had a flat tire, a really flat tire at that. I tried to test drive it alone but it was really hard to maneuver. Mark decided to text his friend to pick us up. I texted Buen I couldn't go back because of what happened and that he'd have to go home with Kit instead. No reply. I took it as "ok."

After around 20 minutes of waiting, he arrived, our savior. He took the contestant and the Mark with him while I drive the vehicle with the flat tire this time I was going at a speed of 20. They were behind me as was driving at the same speed. Hope came over me when Mark mentioned a vulcanizing shop at the next barangay, Gabawan.

We drove for what I thought were endless minutes until we reached Gabawan. Luck was obviously not our side and the shop was closed.

Next stop was Barangay Dapawan which was about four barangays away. There was a lot of things going on on my mind.

Shit! Magagalit si Papa. Lalo na si Mama kasi di nya ako pinayagan originally eh nung nagpaalam ako. Si Papa lang talaga yung umOkey. Baka di rin ako payagan bumalik mamayang gabi para sa Ms. Gay dahil dito. Di ko ba sasabihin ang nangyari? Paano mamaya pag gising nila at nalaman na flat yung gulong? PaVulcanaize ko kaya at huwag sabihin sa kanila para parang walang nangyari? Paano kung wala nang open? Gisingin ko na lang kaya si Papa at siya na magpaVulcanize?

I was almost already murmuring to myself when the other vehicle drove past me and I heard the driver say, "Sundan mo kami." We were already in Dapawan. We took a left turn and then another right until we reached the VULCANIZING SHOP. It was heaven. I never thought I'd look at a vulcanizing shop in such admiration. The sign said CLOSED.

The driver of the other vehicle shouted but in a controlled manner, "Bes, Bes." There was light. An old man, obviously interrupted from his deep slumber came out of the bamboo-slit gate.

 Rear tire was taken off for some vulcanizing job. The old guy didn't get any help from me as I don't know anything about bikes.

He agreed to help us. I told the driver bring contestant #5 home. Mark agreed to stay with me. The vulcanizer guy started his magic. He first removed the rear tire of the bike, removed the interior and determined how many holes there was. He said there were many and are the result of running on a flat tire. My bad! Later he'd tell me there were actually only two holes, one caused by a nail which penetrated the hard rubber and the other caused by running on a flat tire. I let out a sigh of relief.

I texted Papa immediately. I told him the truth. He asked me if I needed help, I said I was okay. A few minutes later, Papa was there on a bike. He left after being assured that everything was fine. I think it helped that he knew Mark. The driver came back with two burgers and two bottles of water then left. Mark and I continued on with our conversation until the vulcanizer guy was finished.

 My SAVIOR. If you're ever here in Odiongan, Romblon and is in need of any vulcanizing jobs, I suggest you go here. It is located at Barangay Dapawan. Just look for the market place and you'll definitely won't miss it. They also sell over a year old vinegars. Maasin na maasim at really affordable prizes. The also have uling and mini lanterns for sale. Kaya ano pang hinihintay mo, Go Na Here at Elvis Vulcanizing Shop! They've got it all for you! Chos!

40 pesos! That was how much it cost us!

We asked again thinking we heard it wrong but we heard it right. 40 pesos. Mark gave him 50 pesos and I added 20 pesos. Mark was as shocked as me and we shifted our conversation from him being a handler to how much a vulcanizing shop earns in a day. We ended in an agreement that that's the line of business we'd never venture into to. Then a few laughs until we reached his home. I drove back to town and bought myself cigarette from a burger stand near the town plaza on the way home.

On Sex (or lack of) and Vacation

So today marks my 8th day here in the province. For those who don't know, I am currently on vacation after quitting work last month. Why quit work? That's a different story. What I want to blah about today is about how proud I am to have lasted this long without a fuck. Imagine, I'm going eight (8) long days without seeing beautiful naked bodies in front of me! Not in person, anyway.

There's a big difference between gay men here and in the metro. Gay men here are those cross-dressers and parloristas. You see them in the plaza, roaming the streets at night, flooding beauty contests and the likes. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against them. In fact, I admire their courage. Plus they're really fun to be with. Maybe there are discreet gay men here I just don't know about. It has been 7 years since I last went home anyways. I'm not really an authority when it comes to this town's history. Not for the last 7 years anyways.

There is also one more consideration before I go into a fuckfest here. My parents hold respectable jobs here and I am afraid if I do something very gay in nature that it'll break their hearts plus ruin their credibility. You see this town is so small that everyone's minding everybody's business. Everyone seems to be a umalohokan (refers to the town criers of ancient Philippines Barangay. They were responsible for going around and making people aware of new laws and policies enacted by the Datu or chieftan - Wiki). Everyone knows who the recent pregnant teen is, who killed who, whose husbands cheated on their wives, etc. Everybody' just into everybody. Hahaha...

So here are some pictures I have taken so far while on vacation. These are also in my Facebook.

Talk about natural fertilizers. Taken from our farm.

At the beach. IHeartBrew

A small crab and two clams (not sure).

My mom loves orchids. This is from her small garden.

My mom also has a fascination on cactus plants. Weird.

Hardcore Farmville. Lol.

At the beach.

Rizal sporting a set of red lips. Hehehe...

Catholic Church

You decide what I am doing halfway up a coconut tree. LOL.

I hope you enjoyed the pictures above. More pictures on my Facebook.

A Beauty Contest-Turned-Mini "Miting de Abanse"

Nice Makeup, right?

My mom was asked to judge in a pageant in a barangay where she and dad used to teach. Since I am here on vacation, I went with them.

It was about 3 kilometers from town, or so mom says. The road was awful. Some parts were cemented but the most of it was bare and there were no street lights you'd have to rely on your vehicle's lights. My dad says that it improved over the years. Compared to before, the road is more bearable now. I was gone for 7 years and what happened CANNOT be called an improvement.

The call time was 7pm and it was around 7:30pm when we got there. The event was going to be held at the barangay plaza. There were bleachers in front, plastic tables scattered around costing PhP200.00, disco lights in the middle of the place and a stage in front which was barely decorated. They used those silver paper plates as decorations and some pink curtains. The DJ was playing "Always"by Erasure released in the early 90s, plus songs in the era. It reminded me of the time when it was the town fiesta and "peryas" were all over. I would always play the "color game" where you place your bets in one (or more) of the 6 colors. There are 3 cubes which sides are colored differently and if the faces of the cubes comes up with the color you placed your bet on, you win the same amount you bet. You can say that I was addicted with the game back then that I would stay until the wee hours of the morning playing. One night, I lost my bicycle there and my mom and dad made me look thoughout town for it. I never found the bike.

It was around 10pm when the pageant finally started. Of course there was the Lupang Hinirang, prayer and opening remarks. The host was this gay guy who was my mom's student before. To be fair to him, he was good except when he says the word captain (which believe me, there were a lot) which he mispronounced as "cup-ten". Other than that he was fairly good. I am sorry to say but I kinda lowered my expectations as soon as I heard what the DJ was playing that's why it was relief to hear the host.

There were 5 candidates from different elementary batches. The pageant was Miss Alumni 2010. The youngest, I think was 18 and the oldest was 25. They competed for the special awards, minor awards and major awards. I placed my bet on contestant No.2. She's this petite girl with a really curly black hair and a beautiful little face (or at least that's how I saw hear from where I was seated). The competition was comprised of the talent show, Q&A, short shorts, casual wear and evening gown.

As expected, there were a lot of politicians around. From the Vice Mayor to the SK Chairman. Each had something to say. The guest speaker was this UP graduate who was saying about stopping corruption and helping fellow Odionganons. It was all good and inspiring if only not for his banners/posters all over the place. It sounded like a miting-de-abanse. There were also other barangay captains who gave off their speeches, both short and boring.

It was around midnight when we got home and I was really tired.