Nuvali

I would recommend going to Nuvali on a weekend if the only other choice is to do the laundry. At least there, you could play with your pet, go running, read a book or just laze under a tree watching people on picnics.

From where I am staying it is just 30 minutes away, especially if you get yourself to listen to Waze and follow her directions. Depending on traffic, she would either tell you to take Sta. Rosa exit or Eton or Greenfield. I know that you can also take public transportation to get there, but it will not be as convenient.
Nuvali is a relief for sure. I have seen people feed the fish, cruise the lake on a speed boat, cycling and having pictures taken. You cannot use your DSLR without getting a permit, though. I guess it's now considered a weapon of mass destruction, but if the guard were to explain it, it's really just because the developer wants to earn more. What they're getting from the vendors, the restaurants and 7-11 is so meager they would probably charge park goers entrance fee soon.
I like that the fish there are orange, and the sculptures, but what captured my interest more is the natural touch of the park. Going further north, from where the restos are, is a lagoon that is surrounded by shrubs and trees. It's a good place to go strolling or running if you want to lose some of those calories. But if you're allergic to pollens, you might want to stay away.
So, forget about the laundry this weekend. Feed hundreds of koi, read a good book, take a stroll or have some pasta in Nuvali.

From Catanduanes To Caramoan And Back

Binurong Point, Catanduanes

First Day
Chance is risk positively interpreted. And when it comes to chance, I could be stubborn to the point of irrationally ignoring the risks. I would ignore reason in exchange for a chance to see another beautiful place. And, I should have to rethink this.
This was a struggle during the trip to Catanduanes. It always is when you go for places barely touched by destructive progress. Still.
Lucky would be the best word to describe how things worked for me and my friends. We left on a Sunday evening, as two separate groups. We were to meet in Legaspi City, where we'd have breakfast before leaving for Tabaco to take a ferry going to either San Andres or Virac in Catanduanes. But since it was vacation period, with the Holy Week starting in just a few days, it was almost impossible for anyone to get bus tickets to anywhere. The other group could not chance on any bus going south, so they took the van, which got them to Legazpi 2 hours later than our group. So breakfast became lunch.