Socializing at The Farm
While we were at The Farm and far away from work, Leigh, Joey’s boss friend, sent her an SMS. It read: “Are you now best friends with the carabao?”

A Trip to The Farm (Part 2)

Because space is essential to well-being, The Farm made sure there is hectares of room for each of their guests. Meandering around, we felt like we had the place to ourselves. We only met a handful of guests at the restaurant, and overheard people speaking in hushed tones behind a wall. Oh, and we crossed paths with a lone Japanese girl twice. She waved and whispered “hello” to me both times.
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There are no little white rooms at The Farm. We stayed in detached units that looked like pretty houses, each with their own patio and garden. Our little house was called Palmera 1. Palmera because we had a skyline full of coconut trees, and 1 because, well, that’s my favorite number.

A Trip to The Farm

The Farm at San Benito in Batangas, the multi-awarded, much-talked-about Hippocrates Health Resort of Asia, is heaven for the health enthusiast, and hell for the hedonistic. Here, people are not allowed to smoke, watch TV, eat meat and play rock music. The good people of The Farm believe there are better things in life, say, peace and well-being.


Important Notice
We managed to get 5 more copies of Rock Nation for Fully Articulated’s frequent guests. The owners of these magazines (the first five to send us email) are Moon, Far Cry, Jenny, Emera and Jeanathyn. We will airmail you the magazines as soon as we can!
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It is exasperating to be interviewed with Lugosi. He is always first to speak, and when he’s done, all that is left for us are comic relief quips. I admit my knowledge of music is not as extensive as his, but does he have to make this so publicly blatant?
