December 8, 2013 7:00 AM- The taste of coffee is much different this morning.

There is some drops of honey in the cup of 3-in-1 Nescafe, though its wrapper does not mention anything about the sweet produce.

Now, I am along the beach listening to the roar of the South China Sea and the twittering of birds flying from one cottage to another.

I can see the dead blue sea horizon kissing the innocent sky, the sand covered with fallen dried leaves, and the fishermen fixing their boat and net.

It is a precious day. The view at the veranda where I am sitting is a perfect mate to the angelic voice of Sarah Brightman in “The Last Words You Said”. Every time the wind blows, the magic of the beach starts drowning my heart into the luxury of rest.

Rest has just arrived.







This moment is deeply fantastic. It is a perfect morning for me to receive the relaxing touch of coffee. The Christmas Party is over- and the stress of organizing it is also gone.

All attendees have gone home already and I have stayed behind with my co-organizers to fix our bills and other miscellaneous before heading back to Baguio.

Before I opened my laptop for this blog entry, I dialed Blue Sky and Salon Spa to inquire about their home services. Unfortunately, the representative on the other line said they will be starting their operations at 9:30AM. The rep took my number and I am waiting for a call from their establishment.

Billy and Rosa, my other co-organizers, are still asleep on their mattresses inside the cottage. They have been working hard to push through with this party so they deserve a good sleep. They deserve more than that.

Later when they wake up, I will ask them to accompany me tour all the corners of the resort. I want to feel the salty beach water running through my feet. I want to see the grains of sand wrapped around my wet legs. I want to sit in Paradiso’s mini- bistro and grab some ice cream.

I came here three days ago, but all I did was to think of the party. It has been a successful one although everyone knows how other things went devastatingly bad.

The number of attendees was not good. There were 150 people who said they are coming but only a hundred appeared. Thus, the three buses we hired were filled with only a handful of people.


It is time to greet the morning with a bang. Goodbye for now.