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I used to pass by LU to Vigan and beyond without much thought.. oh except for the fact that I still find that blood-crying image from Agoo really creepy so I try to drive by the area real at Schumacher speed (okay, so I’m exaggerating) even years after it has been dropped as a hoax and after the miraculous kiddo came turned out to be just another trapped being. I heard he came out already.

Anyhoo, things change. I was there for three days.. waiting.. until yesterday.. when the typhoon was raging in some areas of the province and elsewhere..

I’m really lousy at balancing and I don’t even know how to swim properly but one of the best things about the trip, of course, was actually getting a chance to SURF!!!!!!!!!!!!! Of course, I was on the newbie waves but it was all fun anyway.. scary-fun..  hmm… scary-fun-fun. And I stood on board for maybe.. uhmm.. five seconds.. wahahahah!! That’s a super big deal for me already so stop laughing and let’s see you try it!

Alright.. so that’s practically a cliche.. but I don’t care. I’m here and I’m using it. I’m just resting my butt after aimlessly wandering around Cebu City’s downtown.

I’ve always wanted to come to Cebu.. After high school, I considered attending a university here.. I don’t know why exactly.. I think it’s because I know it’s a promising city that still has some sorta rustic charm.. But after two jeepney rides this afternoon.. oh well.. It’s just that the streets are narrower than those in Manila and they seem to be just sa polluted, what with rows and rows of jeepneys going around.. Don’t get me wrong, I love taking jeep rides cz they’re cheap heheh.. but I hate the pollution (who doesn’t?).. plus traffic, tho it’s not as bad as Manila.. anyways, I’m babbling.. and I might as well go on.. 

Armed with a map (as if I can read one), I walked out of the Marco Polo compound and saw a jeep with a sign that says "Carbon Ramos Panganiban." Duh? But I boarded it anyway.

Aside from the fact that I’m here for an official assignment, I’m also on a personal mission. I grew up knowing how to speak Cebuano, which I learned in Cagayan de Oro. Here, I want to find out if I really speak Cebuano in the strictest sense of the word. I took the front seat of the jeep so I could talk to the driver. I’m naturally torpe, and on this particular trip, I was totally tongue-tied. Not that I had the hots for the driver (ewww!). But the thought of speaking the wrong dialect just killed my nerves for a while.. okay, make that for about 15 or 20 minutes as the jeep headed downtown.

Tadaaaan! I’m tamad na to write.. I’ll continue this later.. or maybe not. Or just ask me what happened next. hahahahahahhaahhahaha