The Revel 29er is no more.
And Ariel Guieb Tangilig [AGT] rise like the steam escaping from a pot of boiling pinapaitan competing with the sound of cheap brandy pouring while muntik-nang-maabot-ang-langit [MNMAL] cover a song ripped by Natalie Imbruglia from Ednaswap.
As such, AGT must expunge the memory of MNMAL and the unwanted calories from too much grilled catfish, goat meat, and free range chicken stew as its first task.
Then came the poison of roasted pig and buffalo laced with a potent cocktail of beef-with-broccoli, chicken whatever, shrimp tempura, the duck adobo and fried tilapia that came in the middle of dinner, and a deluge of light beer and brandy amidst the performance of a so-so band whose only redemption is its bassist that I got to treat to a drink or two or a dinner maybe someday.
I have sinned, in diet and in thought, which AGT must atone on my behalf, in the hilltop church of Our Mother of Perpetual Help, in the crowded churchyard of St. John the Evangelist, through the whole 67 kilometers of lonely inner roads from Munoz to Talugtug to Guimba to Munoz, and a pretentious noodle bowl that dare to call itself a ramen.