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Yes, that time I went to Dagupan with Sam and his cooking squadron, I had single-handedly scandalized and ruffled the feathers of the older generation in my family when they found out it wasn't a business trip.

"Good heavens!" the oldies shook their heads.

"Oh my stars," they touched their pearl necklaces to check if they were still in place.

Seriously, I was born in the wrong country. But these days, my parents are either highly tolerant or they have finally approved of how I take on the world: positively, irrevocably, definitely gung-ho.

"Matanda ka na," my mother would often tell me whenever I did things that were slightly liberal. "Alam mo na ang ginagawa mo."

And that's what she tells her friends when they ask.

"May tiwala kami sa'yo," my father would always add.

And with words like that, konsensya mo na ang kalaban mo.

The night before we left for Coron, Logan and I could have easily made out right there in front of my brand new 40-inch 3D Samsung LED TV, and no one, not even Ted Mosby on How I Met Your Mother, would know. But we didn't.

It was past 11 o'clock when we finally retired to bed--separately. He stayed in my brother's old room across the hall from mine. It would have been so easy to tiptoe to the next room and do some hanky-panky, but not with my brother's old posters and old books bearing witness.

Of course, when you're on vacation in a far, far, away land…that's another fairy tale.

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