San Agustin Church, Manila

I did not intend to visit but the trippy directions provided by a pedicab driver took me to its doors. What ensued are series of snapshots brought about by sight overload. The Baroque design is so deft and overwhelming one could not help but picture-away.

San Agustin is located inside the walled city of Intramuros in Manila. Considered as the oldest church; no other standing building in the country has claimed to pre-date it. Finished by 1607, it is classified under “Baroque Churches of the Philippines” by UNESCO. It is also voted as a National Historical Landmark in 1976.

Coming Back

Now wasn’t that a breeze – running out of time to sit and write, just pull out your old journal entries then use it to fill the space.

You can also go emo in case you want some attention (LOL) then throw in the date and people who know you can throw themselves into a tizzy trying to figure out where they were when you  apparently needed them.

I tell you people, breathe. It’s just thoughts over idleness. I’m cool.

I’m going to try and put out some old entries I have lying around and see how the spin will affect things. But no worries, I’ll try to put more fresh notes in here.

Like …

Last Wednesday, I went toiletries (grocery) shopping at SM Mega and found out that they made this day special by replacing their carry bags with paper. In case you’ll be buying months worth of groceries they’ll put it in boxes. It was refreshing and quite pleasant to know that a big wig such as SM looks after the environment’s interest.

I on the other hand, had to hug a huge heavy brown paper bag (no handles, crap) and walk home feeling like I just traipsed into the New World. I should’ve taken my mountain bike along, now that would be a kick.

– Went up to Mt. Famy a week ago. Found that the falls and the rivers up there have lost most of its H2O and we soon realized we needed to trek farther to see a decent water falls.

Unlike my last climb (done in pitch dark – who the hell had the bright idea we start climbing at 12 midnight? In driving rain – no one was smart enough to check the weather forecast and with more than half of the group new to the sports), which was a genuine tour de hell this one was a complete opposite. This time, I sort of breezed through the whole journey. I even finished the assault (ascent) third place and (descent) first place. Thank heavens for my brother’s headlight I only had to worry about my 40 liters of a bag.

I went back to Manila appropriately spent and crisp … more than I usually am.

Currently listening to Magic 89.9

Of Turns and Falls

Thoughts from March 1, 2007.

I sat calmly waiting for my dinner, this has been a long day.

I started my vacation aiming to clear my thoughts. I’ve been growing weary and confused for years and the breaking point has been evident. Fearing the worse, I took a chunk of my savings and booked my round-trip ticket to the north. Although I’ve hardly any time to breath after jumping from town to town, I must say I’m successful in identifying the cobwebs.

Clear as a summer blue sky, I’ve realized how things have turned pitiful.

For nights on end I’ve been crying myself to sleep, confused over how I got to be so alone.

I continually grovel for answers.

Years ago someone asked me, “Where would you be ten years from now?” With a clever grin slapped on my face, I said, “I’d be writing … with a career that will definitely fend for me – in case nothing happens, I’ll make sure I’ll be working for a huge network.” All actually happened and some are still happening but the clever grin so full of certainty and optimism is no more. I’ve trudged my life with so much blessings to carry in my memory box, I’ve become many things I wanted to be but …

Here I am, waiting for my dinner at a high-end restaurant listening to waves lapping at the shores and a lighthouse flashes a beam at intervals from a distance,  simply feeling empty.

I know what I am missing – a home of my own.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve refused to anchor myself. Even those who are willing to take me in spite of my flaws found it futile. I admit I’ve been carrying a heavy laden soul and the minute good in me is constantly fighting it off.

The dinner just arrived.

The candle strikes such a romantic tone … too bad I don’t have anyone to enjoy it with. The food smells heavenly, if only I can share it with a lover.