On Higher Ground For A Reason

There is a very good reason why Gary V has been in the entertainment industry for 29 years now.

The man is incredibly talented. Unparalleled, unmatched.

They call him Mr. Pure Energy. And believe me, you will never fully understand that nickname until you see it for yourself. Live, up close, and in the flesh.

Last Thursday afternoon, I was happily surprised with tickets to Gary’s latest production On Higher Ground for that night at Music Museum. Odin and I are quite the fans. Oh yes, we’ve had our moments of singing Di Bale Na Lang in the car at the top of our lungs. We were also psyched to go and show moral support to Pao, who was particularly nervous about directing his dad’s show for the first time. They already suffered technical difficulties with the projectors during the first night right before the show started.

When you strip it down, the production is really simple. It’s just Gary, his band, a couple of dancers, and a couple of guest performers – all in the intimate setting of Music Museum. Yet despite the simplicity of the setup, the show surprises you with a stunning adventure via projections onto the stage backdrop. The images interact with Gary, his dancers, even his band. It’s something that I can’t quite explain, and photos just don’t seem to cut it in capturing the magic of the show.

Besides, I don’t really want to spoil it for anybody who still plans to watch it.

I was about five or six years old when I first watched a Gary V concert. His Shout For Joy album (the one album I know from start to finish by heart) had just been released and he made a tour stop in Cebu. My Tita Jo-Ann used to work in the showbiz industry and was, at some point, Gary’s assistant in the 80′s. Those years of sewing three pairs of shoulder pads into his costumes and changing his son’s diapers got my cousins, sisters and I the chance to meet him during his rehearsal the day before the big show. I don’t remember much, but I do remember him being incredibly nice and friendly. He talked to all of us kids, answered questions, signed our caps, and gave us all hugs.

And nothing has changed about that. With On Higher Ground, Gary encouraged audience members to take pictures and videos (with no flash) and upload their memories of the concert on Facebook and Youtube. At one part of the show, he even invited audience members to come up to him if they wanted to have their picture taken with him. WHILE HE WAS SINGING. This man already performed a concert with 800,000 attendees in his career and you can literally just go up to him, get your photo taken and even beso him! You don’t find superstars with that kind of humility and openness very often.

I’m still not over how good the show was, and how good HE was. He sang, danced, played instruments, got personal with us, made us laugh.. everything an excellent performer/entertainer does. In Odin’s words, “SER lang talaga e!” He hasn’t aged one bit. The reason why most of my photos from the concert are during the ballads is because my camera lens isn’t quick enough to capture a still photo of Gary V dancing. I can’t believe he’ll be 50 in two years.

What I admire most about Gary is how joyful and passionate he is in every performance especially when you know where he dedicates it to. When you see how he sings and dances, you can tell where his “pure energy” comes from. He’s not ashamed to talk about his faith and not afraid to share it with others. It’s really encouraging for young people like myself to be the same with my own convictions.

Here’s a video of my favorite part of the show. It’s Gary V, his special guest Julianne (of whom I am also a big fan) and Mon Faustino (SIR!) doing a beautiful and heartfelt medley of his inspirational hits, including Search and Know, Take Me Out of the Dark, The Warrior is a Child:

After 29 years, you sir are definitely on higher ground.

Everyone I know who watched the concert came out with nothing but great things to say. Amazing, GRABEH, incredible, wala akong masabi, awesome – just some of the words seen frequently on Twitter. I have to give props to the entire production team for a job well done despite the technical difficulties they still had that day. The audience was really understanding and cheered as soon as the equipment started working again.

Anyway, there are still shows coming up and hope you guys can catch ‘em while you still can. It’s fun and totally worth it, I promise. He even performed a cover LMFAO’s “Party Rock Anthem” and had the entire place (including Vicki Belo, who was in the audience) on its feet.

On Higher Ground is still running on the following dates: April 26, April 27, May 9 and May 10. Show starts at 8:30pm. Don’t miss it! (And if you’re watching, don’t be late! The first part is super awesome!)

For the second time around, thank you Paolo and Sam for the tickets and the awesome seats.

Impact

If you get hit by a ten-wheeler truck, do you think you would look and be the same? Of course not. You would be mangled. Your whole body would be completely injured, paralyzed even. You would probably never walk again. It will change your life forever. That’s what impact does.

Your salvation through Jesus Christ creates an impact stronger and greater than any force in existence. If you get hit by it, it’s impossible to be the same person that you were before it happened. So how has it changed you? Have you even changed at all?

Our pastor’s sermon yesterday

The Fuel for my Soul

When you’ve been away for a while, being home translates to a lot of different things.

It’s looking out at your old backyard on a summer afternoon differently. Things that used to be mundane and ordinary are now cherished.

It’s the people you’re stuck with for life. Your very flesh and blood who will do almost anything for you (though with some occasional grumbling). Three instant God-given best friends, advisers, and support systems.

It’s those who know you so well (over ten years of friendship) and have been there for majority of the milestones of your adolescence. And after all everything you’ve been through in your separate lives, still continue to be there for each other – especially when it really matters.

Or two of the most reliable (and annoying) figures in the history of your life who will re-arrange their busy schedules to go see you while you’re in town.

Or one of your greatest friends who has taken you places, listened to you cry, and tolerated your horrible and countless renditions of Mariah Carey’s “We Belong Together”.

But in most cases, home is usually where the ‘rents are at. Because nothing says home like your mom picking you up at the airport and having an enthusiastic talk about world history on the way home. Or having an early breakfast with your dad while he tells you what kind of bird that is perched on our backyard tree.

Over the years, I’ve grown to actually love Manila and consider it my other home. I love my friends and the people I’ve come to consider as family to me here. But going back to Cebu feels like a recharge; home is the fuel for my soul.

I always thank God (and my mom’s credit card) for the blessing of being able to fly over to Cebu every once in a while. Going back to the daily grind isn’t so bad when your heart is full.

Hale Manna: Everything You Need to Do Nothing

Last Holy Week, I flew back to Cebu to enjoy some quiet vacation time with my family. It was just going to be me, my parents, and my sisters – the original nuclear family (plus the addition of my one nephew). Growing up, I’ve had a lot of memorable beach trips with my family, so I was really excited to get on that plane and jet over.

We woke up early on Black Saturday and took a two-hour-forty-five-minute road trip to Moalboal in Southern Cebu to a quaint little resort called Hale Manna. My family had already been there before a few times and I’ve heard nothing but raves and praises for it. I was a bit curious to know what made it extra special. Moalboal is not exactly a “beaching” kind of beach since it’s got a lot of corals – the type that’s more fit for snorkeling and diving.

As soon as we got there, I instantly knew that they meant.

My sister said it perfectly: it’s the best place to do nothing. While waiting for our room to get prepared, I found myself sitting on the rocking chair on our balcony just staring at nature. Everything there is just so pretty. Colorful flowers here and there, the landscaping is gorgeous.

Because it’s a resort, the rooms were pretty important – and they didn’t disappoint.  Everything was spacious, including the bathroom. I think you could fit six to eight people in the shower area.

The resort has only seven rooms and can hold a maximum of 34 people in total; a dream for travelers who want to escape noise and crowded areas. It’s got the basic amenties: air conditioning, hot and cold water, comfy beds, etc.

The prices aren’t bad too. Here are their room rates according to their website:

PEAK SEASON RATES

  • Family Room : up to 6-7 people : Php 4,800 per night
  • Superior Room : up to 4 people : Php 3,800 per night
  • Deluxe Room : up to 5 people : Php 4,500 per night

NON-PEAK SEASON RATES

  • Family Room : up to 6-7 people : Php 3,600 per night
  • Superior Room : up to 4 people : Php 3,040 per night
  • Deluxe Room : up to 5 people : Php 3,600 per night

Additional person is at Php 350 per pax.

What really got me attracted to the place was that it literally made me feel like home. Though the resort area is wide, the accommodations are only in one big house, which gives that vibe where you feel like you have a beach house of your own.

For breakfast, lunch and dinner, they serve delicious home-cooked Filipino meals which tastes like your Lola’s cooking. There are several “sala sets” and lounging areas, which are perfect for afternoon coffee or bonding with your travel buddies. The resort also has a pool table and lots of board games for your amusement.

And the cherry on the delicious sundae that was this short vacation: the beachfront. Though Moalboal may not have beachfronts like Boracay or wherever, Hale Manna sure make up for it with their lounging furniture. They made sure that everyone would have a place to chill at by the sea. Benches, hammocks, reclined chairs, and little cottages with cushions and pillows line up the edge of the resort just before the shoreline.

Moalboal is known for its colorful and rich marine life and is a popular spot for snorkeling and diving. My dad, sisters and I rode a kayak out to the ledge and snorkeled around. Aside from enjoying the little fishies and seeing the very much alive and amazing corals, it felt nice to be out at sea with Dad. I’m glad that even at 60 years old, he can still go on adventures with his kids.

It’s just too bad that I don’t have a waterproof camera and wasn’t able to take any photos. But here’s a nice view of the sunset from Hale Manna.

It was one of the nicest trips I’ve ever been on recently, short as it was. Thank you, Tita Becky and the Hale Manna staff for being such wonderful and gracious hosts. This will not be my last time there!

P.S. Hale Manna does team building and corporate outings or whatever occasion you have planned. My mom already booked the entire place for her high school reunion.

P.P.S. They are also the same people behind Handuraw!

Hale Manna Beach Resort and Coastal Gardens
Phone: (+63 32) 316 2603
Mobile: (+63 917) 546 6929
Website: http://www.halemanna.com

Back to Basics: Camping in Zambales

For our third year, Odin and I wanted to do something different and fun. Sometime last week, we found out that his cousin, his girlfriend and her friends were going camping in a secluded cove in Zambales. In the spirit of spontaneity, we decided to join the fun.

A camping trip! Why not?

I haven’t slept in a tent since high school and I have never gone camping that wasn’t part of some program like school or church youth camp. We were going to be on a beach with no electricity and no cellphone signal for the whole weekend. Needless to say, I was really looking forward to it.

We left Manila at 3 in the morning and headed straight for the Pundaquit Port in Zambales. From there, we took an hour-long banca ride, which wasn’t bad at all because I enjoyed the view immensely. I wish I was able to take pictures then, but for the safety of our gadgets, we opted to not take out any cameras.

As soon as our banca reached the shore, I knew I was going to love it there.

Welcome to paradise. Click for full view!

The cove was wide, secluded and peaceful – a picture perfect image of paradise. At that point, I already dreaded going back home.

The sand was dark, most likely from the Pinatubo eruption two decades ago, and yet it sparkled whenever the sun was out. I hate to sound maarte, but I’ve been spoiled with gorgeous white sand for most of my life, but this cove made me love black sand all the same. The water was unbelievably clean: no rocks or pebbles or lumot. Not even the moisty, damp, salty smell of seawater.

Right behind the beach was a small forest of pine trees, which gave us cool air and cool shade. The wind whistled a nice little tune while passing through them, which made for great sounds to fall asleep to (especially paired with the sound of the waves).

Not a lot of people know about this place, and I actually kinda like it that way (hence, I am not putting its name here – haha). There were only about ten other groups of people who stayed overnight. There were more people who came for the day trip, but they left before it got dark.

People there were generally nice and minded their own business. One of the best things about the trip was finding out that the place is run by the Aeta people of Zambales. This is the first time to hang out with the Aetas since my college immersion and I was really happy to be around them again. They are some of the kindest, most laid back and most beautiful people I’ve ever met in my life.

From the mountains of Tarlac to the coasts of Zambales, they remain to be really consistent with their personality as a whole. They have simple lives, they’re hospitable and love having guests around. They make the most of what little they have, yet they are generous enough to share what they can. As a Filipino, I’m proud to be a descendant of their race. I love that they tell me I’m one of them because we have the same hair.

Camping itself was loads of fun. I enjoy luxurious resorts as much as the next person and I wouldn’t mind staying at a Shangri-La or wherever, but I have to say that there’s nothing like pitching a tent, cooking your own food, and lighting a bonfire to really enjoy a secluded cove in all its pure glory.

You do everything at your own time. Take a nap on a hammock, fix yourself a drink, walk around, splash around in the sea, cook up a snack, whatever you want to do! You own your day completely.

(I mean it. After swimming, we had dinner, then we had our bonfire, and by then, I was sooo tired that I just fell asleep without showering! Gross, but strangely liberating. My excitement and exhaustion are two reasons why I don’t have photos of our first day/night.)

Best moment of 2012 so far: sleeping on my sarong in front of a bonfire on a secluded beach under a blanket of stars on a cool night. You can’t put a price on moments like those. (But if you want to be technical, the total budget per person during the trip was around Php 1,500 to Php 2,000, which included everything from gas contribution, food, entrance fee, supplies, banca ride, everything. Sooo not bad.)

Words don’t do justice to the entire experience. I sincerely believe with all my heart that everyone should experience travel in the Philippines this way at least once in their lives. When you go back to basics, you get to enjoy every aspect of the destination to the tiniest detail without the distraction of luxury.

This country is overflowing with beauty and I’m hoping to see more of it in the years to come. A lot of times during the trip, I would just look around and be in awe of God’s artistry. It’s sad that there are people who judge our country based on a city or two when they haven’t seen what the rest of the country is like. We forget how blessed we are and we take things like these for granted. I find it weird when there are Filipinos who have seen so many other countries and yet travel little to none in our own. So many foreigners have explored the Philippines and rave about how they think it’s the most beautiful country in the world.

In the end, I’m just really happy to have been able to hit the beach again. For the past few weeks, I’ve been whining about how white I’ve gotten and that I’m worried that summer will pass by without a chance to get some salt water therapy.

The sea has always been my place of refuge and it continues to be. This was one of the greatest, most memorable trips I’ve ever been on and I’ve already sworn to myself that this will not be my last time to do this. I’m seriously hoping to be back before the summer ends.

Batang Dagat, I am. Batang Dagat, I always will be.

Photo by Odin Fernandez