I really thought i got tired traveling. Man is indeed nomadic, reminding me of Johnny walker-keep walking. What's more odd. I'm becoming to love David Archuleta. I replayed his songs en route to Bacolod city. Ewww popstars, but I'm eating my words...for David...for now...and for Jordan Spstks too (no air). I wanted to sleep. Really. But first travel to a new destination is a no-no. I must watch the sea. Must see the ships, the boats, the fishermen, the sea...and the sea. There's not much really to enjoy between Toledo-San Carlos. And most passengers were asleep. It's just that it is my first to cruise this route. I looked to the sea through two ship's side doors. I itched to stand by one of the doors and have a wider look of the sea. I'm a lefty, so, I stood in the left door. I watched the sea then slept until the boat ride was bumpy and noisy. I finally reached San Carlos, Negros Occidental :)
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Friday, February 19, 2010
River One (Davao River rafting)
sakay na! paddle na with River One, the newest, more fun way of rafting Davao River
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Flake and
God has always been good to me. ewan ko nga ba bakit? that is why i often claim myself to be his most loved son. He never left me unhappy. He did sometime, but not too long.
ewan ko nga ba bakit? di na man ako mabait na anak. di rin ako mapagdasal. di rin ako masyadong nakikinig tuwing magsisimba ako.
honestly, problems are rare and happiness is not new to me. and this month, most especially, and back were my greatest life-turning points. my family, my new job, new friends...then, Ney, my flake, are God's great gifts.
except for my family, everything else were surprise gifts. each gift is special on their own, but Ney is extra special. she is like a snowflake, too impossible to fall in a tropics. she is my universe, now. i dont know God's plan, but, hopefully, she will forever be.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Ode to Greta
it took me five blank lines to start this ode for greta-my (once) greta. perfectly (and coincidentally) woven with Up Dharma Down's Hiwaga, i am again taken back to our almost five years together.
the thought was so nostalgic, i replayed the song.
greta, who's celebrating her birthday today, is really a big charm, sensible talker and very intelligent. im not even exaggerating, but she really is.
i had countless great (and amusing) memories about her aside from charm and intelligence. from her little black dress to her endless joyfulness, and cute tempers. but what i always love about her is her big appetite. i was already hinted of her appetite even in our first meeting in McDonalds SM. she proudly ordered chicken meal with extra rice while her friends just ordered french fries and burger. that moment was just an endless reminder of her.
she also has a tremendous but good impatience. she is so impatient, she exudes self-motivation-the very reason why she succeeded and reached a career high. she once even exceeded my salary. she did it all by herself (and God, of course).
happy birthday, grets. this ode is certainly incomplete because you are larger than life. i hope you will find your happy pill, your happiness, your greater success.
well, she will!
besides, greta has always meant great, even when misspelled.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Flowers or tikoy? None!
The street was empty. No single trace of a special day, not even a red pair that makes you look stupid (and unloved) if you walk alone. Lovers must have been unoccupied of exchanging flowers. Or it could have been tikoy is more popular in the market than a flower because it is cheaper. Poor love, must be? But shouldn't year of the tiger be bullish (or tigerish)? Well, I don't care! I'm in my beloved city of durian for flake and...love-what else! It was a weekend, I'd say. A great one! Good heavens. It created Valentine's day. Until next, my love :)
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Mr. Self-Motivation and Gregg
February 12 On new shoes and tired legs, I ran Mati for the first time in the afternoon. I hesitate on afternoon runs because it is hot and crowded. But my new shoes convinced me otherwise. My legs are really tired. I started looking for Mr. Self-Motivation. My music is not working well with me. Good memories didn't work, not even the sunset. I touched a kid's head, who funnily mimicked my running-or do I just look funny running? :) On the 30th minute, I began having goosebumps, either because of a tired feet or making it through. "I miss you...," sings Brandon Boyd. The song caught me, but I moved on looking for Mr. Self-Motivation. "I have to run more. Today's run should be longer. I should run an hour. This is the sacrifice you should not give up, Pyk. You were a bastard in Cebu. You only ran once in that city," I told myself. When I entered the long shade, that is when I realized I was racing with the sun. I need to see the sun before it disappears and before my legs give up. Nice view! My city I often see in the morning in silhouette is now facing the sun. It is glaring with yellow. On uphill, I'm close to stopping. However, it is also the moment the sun showed up again behind the hills. Then i saw a man on ragged clothes. Probably, a coco farm worker because of his pride bolo. He was busy. Note: he was on a phone call. O di ba! Who said life is getting worst? Those pessimistic bastards are wrong and I agree with Gregg Easternbrook (though not all his views). Our life today is better. New problems just happen to pop after old problems were solved like polio, hepatitis, scarce food, long travels, etc. I must push farther now I'm on a downhill. When i saw the sleeping dinosaur (an island), I stopped. I have seen it since my childhood, but it still amazes me. I checked my run time: 55 minutes. Shet! I made through with tired legs. :) I walked back and hitched again. And yes! The man was still on the phone
Friday, February 12, 2010
I Only Saw One Red Shirt
Travel is a lonely (solitude) luxury. Either you are spurred with boring airport songs or bland waiting. It is the most quiet pause in a moving pace that gives you abundant reflections. From the wildest to the flattest thoughts. Well, my moment-this moment-must already be my dead-end in travel. I am surprisingly tired of travelling. Cebu must be my last, but Bohol, Dumaguete, Bacolod, Leyte, and Palawan are just too tempting to complete. Am I just situated in a hollow solitude or Cebu is just too conservative for wilder adventure? Either way, I am definitely not making sense now and cluttered. My boss has always pointed my unfocusness, but I am convinced, it is still somehow essential. I am flying back to Davao for Valentine (Chinese New Year and hopefully Kidapawan Ultimate). My cougar date-to-be here in Cebu must be exciting, but north of Davao City is more fulfilling. Now, I am hyped. Just the thought of it. I am going off now. I am checking in ahead of the sleepyheads here in thus lonely airport. The boring airport song is still playing, but I am already set for the red day. Happy Valentine's Day, dear :) love is still the greatest despite seeing one red shirt only.
Tuesday, February 09, 2010
Good Enough, Sarah McLachlan
Don’t tell me why…it’s simply not good enough.
There is nothing with this Sarah McLachlan’s song that drew (and halt) me…It instantly played in my head when I entered my room. I browsed for it in the music player and played it.
It may be the piano or her voice. You deserve more than this. Not even the lyrics because I don’t honestly understand them. I don’t know the story behind her song. I am just too drawn on the song; I played it repeatedly.
The melody is soothing. So much more than good enough. It never loses its charm even on the fifth straight play. Just let me try and I will be good to you. Just let me try and I will be there for you…there is so much more than good enough.
Sigh.
I still wonder why it caught me even on its seventh play. I don’t understand, you deserve more than this.
I had dreams of you again, but I don’t know if they were bad. It’s a…long way home…I don’t have to pretend, she doesn’t expect from me…don’t tell me I haven’t been there for you. They just woke me at the middle of some deep sleeps.
Now, the song is on its ninth play. Don’t tell me I haven’t been there for you. I scratch my head this time. I wanted to cry along with the instrumental. What for? It’s simply not good enough. My tears are your laughter, probably [on the 10th play].
“It’s simply not good enough,” I quip. No! Quipping isn’t…the right word. I’d leave that to God, instead.
On the 12th play, at 11pm, I already wanted to stop the song, but I just can’t press stop. “It’s simply not good enough.”
The song seems to be forever, but I really need to sleep or read. Good night, dear
[song still playing]
Monday, February 08, 2010
My Cebu Run, NFA, Chevy and shadowy drivers
constantly navigating Google map, i run a new track today. destination? Asiatown IT Park. i was instantly in a void. too focused on finding the way to my destination (getting lost, per se). where is NFA? where is Chevrolet? asa ang skena (kanto or corner) pa-IT? I told myself.
focus seems to void me of my cluttered wandering. it felt like im not thinking and not receptive of my surrounding. i even barely noticed Banilad Fruit Stand. but one vendor caught my eye.
i run, too mindful of my destination and of course, street thugs, pollution and being hit by a jeepney. i didnt enjoy this run-my first run in Cebu. i even rarely look at the beautiful new moon and sing along with Diego Mapa.
for two weeks, i failed convincing myself to run in the city because i already heard too many jeepneys cruising the street at 4:30am. plus, i didnt know where to run. i have a map, but was quite apprehensive of street thugs. you dont feel that in Davao City. my home city is really safe. im not adventurous, but i wont pull of f once im in. im not a risk taker, but rather a calculated risk taker.
i then saw the corner, a shortcut (sure cut) to IT Park. i was about to cross the street to take that cut, but i pulled of upon a glimpse of two shadowy trisikul (ya! any word that ends with "le", like title and tricycle, are pronounced as "ul", like taytul and trisikul) drivers.
then i saw NFA and Chevrolet. yey!
im closer now. i know, because im starting to see call center agents (this will be another story, if id digress again)...and my jogging classmates.
im on a real run now. my mind wandered again and im quite enjoying my music again. i took three rounds and stopped at 30th minute. i wanted to try walking back home through the shortcut (Jose dela Paz St.), but the free wireless internet is just irresistable.
so i walk back to my jog route. it was only then i realized that the city has filthy garbages on the superhighway. you rarely see this in Davao City. but fairly, Cebu City has a good dawn breeze. i waited near the flyover. Yugo, a small yogurt store with bottomless coffee, is nearby. it was a cute store, built on a container van and furnished with large glass windows, white chairs and dark pink window shade. hmmm...nice business concept.
i rode the jeepney back home. the reddish morning horizon is showing up. my day is complete. thanks to Pinky, a fun-to-be with boardmate. i jogged again :)
Friday, February 05, 2010
20 somethings
you finish school, probably, at this age
either you look for a job or rest awhile
when you find one, you jubilate
but your idealism...often fails you to enjoy your (often) low-paying job or challenge your fresh wits
of course, you dont have much choice
you are a fresh grad
you splurge instead
buy all the fancies you fail to have back in college
travel. eat and splurge
you wake up one day, wanting more
you want to be a better person this time
you want change. you need change
there! you suddenly are "in" the (harsh) reality...in the real world
you work. some overwork. some really work
then everything seem to be in your control
you become invincible
you become free, independent and attuned to the world
you feel you can do everything...even without any help
oh, you need some companion pala
then you look for one. but nah! they are not as important
surprisingly...you keep one
youthfulness isnt over at all, sadly
you still are after something new
you splurge more
buy more
travel more. eat more and splurge more and keep more companions
you change eventually
become more invincible, freer, independent and can do more without any help
you leave...the world
then realize...you cant do everything pala without any help
you look for a new job or rest awhile
when you find one, you jubilate
you start change again
a real change
ahhh 20s.
it was a stupid stage, but a turning point
welcome 30s
Wednesday, February 03, 2010
Tuesday, February 02, 2010
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