Sunday, December 7, 2014

outward-inward journey II (Cebu en route to Dumaguete)

If Cebu were to have a title on how it shaped a chapter in my life, it would have to be Coming of Age. That's part I. Part II would have to be called Rebirth. 

I spent 8 years in Cebu where I found the best circle of friends whom I still banter and share a good laugh with to this day. We still see each other despite how we are dispersed by geography and work.

I learned years after college that most of them envied my take on life. I was nonchalant about serious personal issues while they all pored their hearts out, sometimes drowning their sorrows with Red Horse while I just listened to what they all had to say. It could be naivete or could be that I shunned dramas like the plague. Either way, a barbeque at Larsian's or Litang's and then Milton's halo-halo afterwards appeared to have solved everything for me.

I recall college life in Cebu with fondness. Night out was in Club Royale (one of the hippest places back then) that always ended up At the Boulevard with buckets of beer until the sun peered in the horizon. Two hours later, we all found ourselves in our first period thesis writing class groggy, reeked of chicos and with bloodshot eyes. That happened a couple of times.

That was the beauty of being a communication arts student. Exact opposite when I was a nursing student two years before that. No more formulas and theories to memorize. No more serious study groups. No more burning of midnight candles. I just submitted buttery essays for most majors and I was good to go. In short, it was a no brainer course to those who devoured anything printed and to those who had a knack for something that has cinematic value. I enjoyed reading and watching Emmy worthy tv shows, so passing all my subjects was just a breeze. Well, except for the required units in typing and basic math. Those were hell! The typewriter and eye patch were brim stones in disguise.

*to be continued

outward, inward journey 1

I will move into to the next chapter of my life in a couple of months time.As to where I will go next, I haven't really made up my mind yet. Like many years ago, I would probably just pack up and leave and let the wind carry me. Dumaguete was just a wishful thinking 8 years ago but in a twist of fate, I eventually found my way to the city by the sea. Years before Dumaguete, I was also in a crossroad. That was 15 years ago.

15 years ago, I was itching to finish college so I could get a job in Makati.  As a small town boy, the exotic appeal of commuting by train to work and having a cubicle in a steel and glass office building along Ayala Avenue got stuck inside my head semesters before I graduated.

It did happen. I landed a job in a foreign broadcast company and commuted to work from New Manila to the MRT Cubao Station and got off at the Buendia Station every day. Back in the day, the MRT ride during rush hour was decent. While the production studio was located in San Lorenzo Village, the office was in a skyscraper in the Central Business District. Not along Ayala Avenue though but very close, in Gil Puyat, just across the RCBC Tower.
The dream soon fizzled out when I came face-to-face with the reality that my salary could not sustain the hedonistic lifestyle of regular binging and occasional foam parties in a big city. At the time, Makati was a ghost town after 7pm. Tomas Morato and Libis was on its heyday while Malate basked off on its afterglow. 

It came to a point when the big city lifestyle became toxic so I packed my bag and threw caution to the wind.  Where to? Sagada. Baguio. Dumaguete. Or back to Cebu. I eventually got a one-way boat ticket to Cebu where life took a U-turn.

Next: Inward, outward and U-turn in Cebu then to Dumaguete