Isinalansan sa: Travelouge
December 6, 2007: We left Manila/It was a departure I will never forget. For once, I was aware I was leaving the city. This time, it is leaving the city as if it is for good. This is not a vacation. This is an escape. A breakaway from the repetitive, toxic and cantankerous landscape of the urban life. I planted an image to my mind a picturesque view of what to expect in Boracay. Beauty worth paying for.//
We arrived at Bora on Thursday evening. I will never deny that I have fears of deep water. I don’t know how to swim, so the image of death is already painted on my mind’s canvass. But the travel went smoothly. Thanks to Bonamine and the overdosed thought of Boracay beauty. I didn’t puke./
Actually, there are more foreigners than Pinoys. Cool no? It’s so flaterring to see foreigners appreciate the beauty of our land. The ambience, the mood the serene yet noisy sounds of the waves are far better than the artificial mp3s I hear while having a foot spa.
The sand is fine. Not fine as in mediocre or acceptable, but it is powdery fine. Like a polvoron, the Boracay sand is magnificent, it is like a giant bed of polvoron, only salty.
The food is expensive, the drinks are expensive, and the stuffs for pasalubong are expensive. Good thing I was able to develop my bargaining skills. I am so looking forward to my next trip.
Damn, I was so busy this year. I have been to Baguio/La Union/Benguet, Antipolo, Batangas, Laguna, Tagaytay/Cavite, Pampanga, Mindoro, Kalibo for my adventure. I am so excited to fill my travel diaries with explorations to Palawan, Bohol, Batanes and Mactan.
But I have to learn how to swim first.
Bye for now.
And damn it. We still don’t know what the third English word ending in -gry is? Any help?
Isinalansan sa: Poetry
Bonsai
By Edith Lopez Tiempo
All that I love
I fold over once
And once again
And keep in a box
Or a slit in a hollow post
Or in my shoe.
All that I love?
Why, yes, but for the moment—
And for all time, both.
Something that folds and keeps easy,
Son’s note or Dad’s one gaudy tie,
A roto picture of a queen,
A blue Indian shawl, even
A money bill.
It’s utter sublimination,
A feat, this heart’s control
Moment to moment
To scale all love down
To a cupped hand’s size,
Till seashells are broken pieces
From God’s own bright teeth,
And life and love are real
Things you can run and
Breathless hand over
To the merest child.
Isinalansan sa: random thoughts
what if? You decided to have a threesome? And the Girl become pregnant? Who will be the father? If they both did it? This is the real reason why scientists discovered DNA.
Isinalansan sa: Poetry
whoever can remember where the title of this post came from (I believe it is from a poem?), please do let me know. meanwhile, I remember this poem from my college years. ako ang gumawa ng image. syempre para maiba ang itsura ng blog ko.
Isinalansan sa: Media
I watched Ang Lee’s “LUST,CAUTION” last Saturday, i was wearing pyjama at that time, with matching coffee and the dried mangoes I bought in Divisoria. Before that, I was having a fun time watching “Knocked Up”.
LC is a good movie. It’s a stupid tale of stupid assasin(s) doing a trap and being trapped. What a short way to summarize the entire screenplay. But no kidding, I fell in love with the movie. Like Jessica Zafra on her take to “The Virgin Suicides”, I have an hour-long incantation of the movie title in a hush, ancient-like tone. Lllluuussst…..Cautioonnnn,,,,,
The tension. The intensity. The cautious lust. Damnness. As if falling in love could ever coincide with falling in trap. How can I love and kill at the same time? What would happen if I have the emotional range of a needle? Ang Lee, I can hardly imagine you did “Hulk”.
