Black Saturdays in Burauen

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Black Saturdays in the quiet, predominantly Catholic town of Burauen is heralded a couple of hours before dawn by a procession around the town of a multitude of barefoot parishioners.

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Nobody is being genuinely nailed to the cross. A tableau vivant is staged for each of the procession’s fourteen stops in designated areas of the town depicting the fourteen stations of the cross – from the Last Supper, to Jesus’ scourging, crucifixion, death and to his resurrection. It’s commonly known among Roman Catholics as the Stations of the Cross or the Way of the Cross.

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Passages from the bible concerning the portrayed station is read for each stop. As the devotees kneel down and fall silent, they begin to reflect and meditate. The cycle goes on until the fourteenth station.As the crowd walks on during intervals, the rosary is prayed and songs about the passion of Christ are sung.

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By 7 in the morning, the procession reaches almost every corner of the poblacion and goes back to the church for the final station.

Sacrifice? Perhaps. But it’s more of a rejuvenating activity for me. Walking barefooted early in the morning before the sun is up, and then eventually being kissed by the gentle rays of the rising sun, is naturally favorable for the physical health.  To such an extent is kneeling down for several times during the procession. Add the uplifting reflections oftentimes teaching humility which I think are good for the emotional and spiritual health, the procession leaves you hopeful, thinking somehow, that after that 3-hour long barefoot journey, something positive will come out of it.

Happy Easter!

The Streets of Sitio Palanas

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Palanas is a small sitio lying between the border of the municipalities of Leyte and Tabango.  Where every household in my town Burauen has at least a motorcycle and in the cities, a car, every house on bamboo stilts here own at least a small single-outrigger canoe.

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The streets of Palanas are not the usual paved or cemented roads.  When children go to school, run errands, or play street games it would mean paddling the canoe on the brackish waters and occasionally, having to take a swim.

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These streets are also bountiful of crabs, prawns, milkfish,etc. which my seafood-loving-palate much to my delight had feasted on that day. This is where the majority of the community’s livelihood is sourced from.

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As dusk approaches, these streets transform into one of the most picturesque phenomena in this humble village. Watching the beautiful sunset in Palanas was probably the highlight of my stay there.

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The sun’s hues mirrored on the brackish waters dramatically changed almost every second, I wanted to savor every moment of it, and I did (ignoring the stubborn mosquitoes biting my knees as I sat on a boat, hehe).

Greeting twilight on the streets of Palanas? It’s one spectacular and lovely moment.

Prison Break

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DSC_0033                                                 a parol shines as a symbol of hope for the inmates of Burauen Municipal Jail

Christmas Eve Destination – Burauen Municipal Jail, Burauen, Leyte                   Travel Buddies – Singles for Christ (Burauen Chapter)                                          Okay, the jail is only a few blocks away from home. :-)

The refrain of a Tagalog Christmas song accompanied by the strumming of a guitar wafted through the prison bars at around 8 in the evening. We would usually sing a song for them in the last three Christmas eves that we had been here. But it surprised us this time as we were about to leave that these forty inmates would be singing for us.  We had just finished giving out some Noche Buena meals to them that night. This had been our tradition since 2009 – cooking Noche Buena meals for them by using the funds we collected from our  Christmas caroling around the town. We stood there for a moment, listening to their song. What a heartwarming gesture of appreciation for our simple acts.

DSC_0014handing out the Noche Buena packs to the inmates

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Backpacking Solo in South Cotabato

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 Seated on a large woven bamboo mat while dining with this hospitable T’boli family, it was probably my most memorable moment in Lake Sebu.

“Here, take this, it can get really cold here.”

Maria Todi , a T’boli cultural worker, hands  me a woven abaca shawl as she realize I am starting to get shivers. Timid as I am, I hesitate but she insists.

“It’s Andi’s and she won’t be using it since she’s got a blanket,”  she says referring to her 10-year old daughter who is reassuringly smiling at me.

I wrap the shawl around my back. It feels warm, like the warmth of their welcome. My reserved self soon melts away, I just find myself being embraced by T’boli hospitality.

DSC_0847Maria Todi’s SLT (School of Living Tradition) which also serves as a homestay  still undergoing reconstruction as it had been destroyed by the heavy rains

I had been invited to dinner by Ms. Maria Todi earlier that night. Seated on a large woven bamboo mat while dining with this hospitable T’boli family, it was probably my most memorable moment in Lake Sebu.

She recounted to me how a travel blogger wanted so much to immerse in their culture he stayed with them for weeks. When the heavy rains last May destroyed the school and the homestay, he created a fund-raising campaign for its reconstruction.  It had been big help, funds came, Solar TV even donated a substantial amount.

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She told me of the values she instilled on her children and I could see it on their behavior.  We talked of T’boli culture, education, family values, and so on.  We shared a lot of stories and I somehow regret that I would be leaving the day after.

DSC_0666 Dogdog, one of Maria Todi’s nephews

I’ve scoured her name on the web when I was researching for that trip. Thus, I knew beforehand of the NGOs she founded to preserve and promote the T’boli culture and to uplift the education and livelihood of her people.

Conversing with Ate Mayang  over a cup of native coffee on that cold night, I silently admired this goodhearted and unassuming woman.

Thereafter, I had a great time laughing and playing with the kids – Andi, Tamtam, and Dogdog. They taught me a few T’boli words, play the t’nonggong, and a few magic tricks. They tried to teach me one of their native dances- a dance they would be teaching to Korean tourists the following week.

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Adventure awaited me on the morrow. I would wake up to a beautiful sunrise and get enchanted by the vastness and the stillness of the lake. I would sigh at the foggy mountains and feel the mist envelop me. I would be riding the exhilarating 600-feet high zipline  to marvel at the magnificence of the 7 waterfalls and the verdant canopy.  I would trek the 700-step stairs that would get me near to Falls#2 or “Hikong Bente”.  And when I get tired, I would scour the souvenir kiosks and chat with the friendly locals.

 I would be riding the exhilarating 600-feet high zipline  to marvel at the magnificence of the 7 waterfalls and the verdant canopy.

Then I would be going home to Leyte smitten by Lake Sebu not only by its beautiful sights but even more by its people and its culture.

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Falls #3 “Hikong B’lebed” coil or zigzag falls as shot from the zipline

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mesmerized by Hikong B’lebed (photo taken by standby photographers – you pay Php 100 for the soft copies)

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Falls # 2 “Hikong Bente” or immeasurable falls as shot from the zipline. You can get to it by riding a habal-habal, taking the 700-step stairs, or riding the zipline. 

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Getting there:

1. From Gensan Airport, take the multicab. For Php 50, it’s the cheapest way you can get out of the airport. You can also opt for a taxi which has a flat rate of Php 300.  Downtown Gensan will be reached in about 20-30 minutes.

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2. Alight at the Bulaong Terminal where there are buses bound for Koronadal City, the administrative capital of South Cotabato. Koronadal is still more known to the locals with its old name Marbel, the buses you will likely find have Marbel labels. Fare for nonstop aircon bus is Php 85 and Php 65 for non-aircon. A bus leaves every 15 minutes. The ride is approximately 45 minutes to an hour. Try to choose a seat on the right side (the rows opposite the driver) as you will be able to view the majestic Mt. Matutum from a distance on a clear day.

3. The bus will stop at the Marbel Terminal. There you will find buses bound for Surallah. Fare is Php 24, the ride is around 30 minutes. 

4.  When you reach the Surallah Rotunda, your attention will be stolen by its cultural landmark, a massive sculpture  masterpiece called “Strings of Life” and created by the acclaimed Mindanao artist Kublai Ponce Millan

  At the Surallah Integrated Terminal, take a jeep or a van bound for Lake Sebu. It would take you  around 30-45 minutes to reach the poblacion. Fare is Php 35.  Anticipate a winding and hilly ride with panoramic sceneries.

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5. If you’re going to stay at Maria Todi’s homestay, tell the driver to stop you at the T’boli School.   It’s located at Brgy. Lambanig, a few kilometers before you reach the poblacion. Maria’s homestay, located beside the T’boli school,  sits on top of a hill overlooking the lake. 

I wasn’t able to stay at the tribal hut since it was still under construction. Maria Todi booked me at a nearby lodge called Greenbox which charges Php 500 per night  (hearty) tilapia breakfast included.

As of this moment, the homestay can already accommodate guests. You may contact her at +639066345367.

Habal-habal/single motorcyles would be the means of getting around the town. They charge from Php 10- Php 20.

Zipline rate is Php 250 on weekdays and Php 300 on weekends . 

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*My 2-day stay at Lake Sebu, South Cotabato was a part of my 4-day solo backpacking trip to South Cotabato and Sarangani Province last October 19-22, 2012.

Boracay: The Beach That Never Sleeps

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If there’s such a thing as a beach that never sleeps, then undoubtedly Boracay is. All along I’ve been thinking of this Boracay hype that I’ve had second thoughts of visiting the country’s most popular beach. But I’ve been wrong, Boracay, still somehow, deserve its glory.

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at the number of tourists flocking the island year-round, you’d still get to wonder how a pristine beach like this is maintained in Boracay

If you’re the solitary type, Boracay is probably not for you. You can meander by the beach at midnight and realize that the place tends to get noisier as time gets late. Loud music, chatter, booze, you seem to find them everywhere. All kinds of shops and stores, you can find them just about anywhere. You’ll hear different  languages being spoken  and realize that it’s filled with utterly every kind of race – from Americans, African, Asians, Europeans, they even perhaps outnumber the Filipinos.

But what made me appreciate Boracay? Vivacity.

Riding on that speed boat as the waves got higher and the splatter of the rain got stronger, we were completely drenched and were literally shouting for joy. We were then transferred to a banana boat and got dragged this time by the speed boat at breakneck speed. The excitement started to escalate. The adrenaline rush was just too overwhelming.

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But we were just starting. Helmet diving, island hopping, cove exploring,  and snorkelling followed. At the end of the day, after an eat-all-you-can dinner buffet by the beach for only Php 250, we continued with our beach saunter then window shopping and bar-hopping until the wee hours. I wouldn’t call it the beach that never sleeps for nothing… (Kalanggaman Island is still my favorite beach, though. hehe)

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DSC_0204we wanted to try parasailing but lacked time and yeah, funds :-)

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How did we get there:

1. At the Kalibo Airport, we rented a car and paid Php 2000 divided by the 8 of us = Php 250 each for an almost 2-hour ride to the Caticlan Port. There’s a cheaper alternative though. Php 200 fare for a van which already includes boat transfer from Caticlan Port to Boracay Island.

2. At the Caticlan Port, we paid an environmental fee of Php 100 and boat fare of P 20. It took around 5 minutes to get to the island.

3. Upon reaching the island, we rode a tricycle and paid Php 20 (it’s the minimum trike fare) to get us to Central Boracay. Central Boracay is divided into three stations – Station 1 for the high-end hotels and resorts, Station 2 for most of the commercial establishments and the famous fire dancers, and Station 3 where the cheaper accommodations and less crowded beachfront can be found.

* We paid Php 850 each for the aquasports package.

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Ilocandia Trip Itinerary

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August  9, 2012 Thursday  

10:25AM at Daniel Z. Romualdez Airport, Tacloban City bound for Manila (flight delayed courtesy of Airphil :-D )

11:00AM arrive at Mactan International Airport in Cebu for refuelling

1:00PM bound for Manila

2:00PM NAIA Terminal 3

4:30PM at Fariñas Bus Terminal bound for Laog City, Ilocos Norte

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August 10, 2012 Friday

4:00AM arrive Fariñas Bus Terminal in Laoag

4:30AM breakfast at a nearby 24-hour McDonald’s, freshen up, check itinerary and maps.

6:00AM Sinking Bell Tower, Ilocos Norte Capitol, Laoag Plaza, Marcos Justice Building

7:30AM Inquire for Pagudpud bus trip schedule

8:00AM depart for Paoay

8:30AM Paoay Church and nearby sceneries – souvenirs

DSC_1210San Agustin Church, Paoay, Ilocos Norte

9:00AM depart for Malacañang of the North

10:00AM Malacañang of the North which overlooks Paoay Lake

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11:00AM Paoay Sand Dunes

12:00NN Marcos Museum

12:15PM empanada lunch at Batac City

1:30PM depart for Laoag

2:30PM Laoag City – depart for Bangui (bus bound for Pagudpud)

3:30PM arrive at Bangui Windmills- souvenirs,take photographs

DSC_1537Bangui Windmills, Bangui, Ilocos Norte

4:30PM depart for Pagudpud

5:30PM arrive at Pagudpud, explore the place

6:00PM check in at Villa del Mar Resort, rest, freshen up

8:00PM dinner

9:00PM prepare for the next day

10:00PM sleep, t’was a long day after all

August 11, Saturday

7:00AM swimming

9:00AM breakfast, souvenirs

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11:30AM check out at Villa del Mar

12:30PM arrive at Hanna’s Beach Resort, Blue Lagoon

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1:30PM lunch

2:00PM swimming

4:00PM shower

6:00PM depart for Vigan (bus bound for Manila)

11:00PM arrive at Vigan, explore Calle Crisologo

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August 12, 2012 Sunday

12:00AM dinner

2:00AM bus bound for Manila

I suggest to skip either Villa del Mar Resort or  Hanna’s Beach Resort so that you can proceed to Vigan earlier, explore the world heritage site more, get to ride a kalesa, and perhaps include Baluarte in your itinerary

For this Ilocos tour, I travelled with my two college classmates, Charisa  with her boyfriend Jomar, and Marisa with her friend, Iris. Getting around the place was not that difficult since Marisa had travelled once to Ilocos before  while Iris who’s from Baquio, knows how to speak Ilocano. Tagalog is widely spoken in the place thus language is not really a barrier and the locals are already used  to tourists. For their tricycle drivers, you should learn the art of haggling. *grins* It’s applicable for all your travels anyway. I’ve noticed that the tricycle drivers up north (Pagudpud) tend to charge more than those from the south (Laoag and Paoay). They’re more commercialized it seems,  a friend quipped.

The Ilocano bibingka, by the way, is a must try.

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What I Did Today

307051_10150879867716309_804394850_nWandered aimlessly on the streets of Alang-alang early morning.. alone.

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539995_10150879880441309_624442993_nClimbed these hills.

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382436_10150879894176309_427172752_nChased a child who was a little bit shy.

579963_10150879894371309_65922119_nTried to find some ripe guava fruits. (and wished I’d climbed this tree, too.) :-)

601691_10150879894706309_1913348032_nAnd finally – drank this refreshing buko juice. :-)

Mahagnao Volcano National Park

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DSC_0184croppedLake Mahagnao, the freshwater lake where some villagers get most of their livelihood 

A dormant volcano, an acidic lake and a freshwater lake, hot springs, waterfalls, a diversity of flora and fauna, and  a fresh and cool atmosphere – these are the wonders that abound the 635-hectare Mahagnao Volcano Natural Park. With its potential for ecotourism, the area  had been established in 1937 as a national park and proclaimed protected under the National Integrated Protected Areas System/(NIPAS) in 1997.

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I cringed over the fact that in my entire life in Burauen, I’d never set foot on this town’s famous tourist destination.

“You are not really a Burawanon if you haven’t been to Mahagnao.” I  hear some folks  say. And so when my Singles for Christ brothers and sisters were planning for our yearly Krayola Project (basic-school-supplies-giving to barrio school kids we started in 2010) and chose Brgy. Mahagnao, the opportunity came. It was like hitting two birds with one stone.

We set off from Burauen as early as 6 in the morning of May 26 on a rented dump truck. We  traversed a seemingly unending series of bumpy roads and uphill climbs for an hour- the steep snaking path often sent us gasping. These obstacles, however, were all worth it as we rolled along a lush panorama which we feasted on with our eyes. The canopy was getting more breathtaking as we climbed higher. An occasional holler of some wild birds could be heard from a distance. Heebie-jeebies!

At some instance, a bird distinctly blue caught my attention but it was too far to be captured with the lowly point-and-shoot camera I brought with me. Fail!

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The volcano trek started right after lunch and we were accompanied by two locals as our guides. (Un)luckily, rain began to pour at the foot of the volcano. Clad in flip-flops sans raincoats, we somehow tried to savor the raindrops.  But the climbed proved to be more difficult and slippery. Each had their turn of doing a somersault as we tried to chose between the thorny bushes, the muddy ground or the mossy rocks for our grip. LOL!

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Get easy on the sulfur, our guide would say. At one point, I almost mistook the sulfur for rocks. Sulfur is soft and if I had clung to it, I could have found myself rolling down the mountain. Horrible!

Nearly an hour had passed and we finally reached the summit.  Then went the  traditional rubbing of the sulfur all over our arms and faces. And then this …

Gthe ultimate reward of the climb – the breathtaking view of Lake Malagsom (named as such for its green acidic water) from the Mahagnao Volcano summit

I forgot that I was tired and damp. I just stood there, silenced by awe. Pure bliss!

Kalanggaman Islet

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SAM_0154the eastern sandbar

“Langgam” in Bisaya means bird. The small island situated across Palompon, Leyte  is shaped like a bird, with the eastern and the western sandbars stretching like wings, thus the name, Kalanggaman.

It’s an islet – with an area of mere two hectares, you can actually stroll through the whole island in an hour or two.

The turquoise sea is so inviting the moment we landed on the island and finished setting up our tents, we immediately found ourselves taking a plunge into its pristine waters until the setting of the sun.

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Getting there:

1. At least a week or two before your scheduled trip, contact the Palompon Tourism Office for your trip schedule and boat reservation. They don’t accommodate guests without reservation which is a way of controlling the flock of tourists to the island.

2. There are vans bound for Palompon in the Tacloban City Bus Terminal which is a three-hour drive away.

3. The island has no electricity and water, has no hotels, restaurants nor stores so you have to bring your own food and utilities. There’s a designated cooking and grilling spot though and some staff will obligingly climb a coconut tree for you for some buko juice for only Php 30. They have only a few huts for rent so better bring your own tents,mats and/or hammocks if you’re planning an overnight stay. They have restrooms but they only use saltwater.

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4. Environmental fee for local tourists is P225. They charge higher for foreigners and at a much lower rate for Palompon locals. Boat fare is Php 3500 two-way which has a capacity of up to 25 passengers.  Look out for the sea because on a lucky day which rarely happens, you’ll get to see dolphins swimming with your boat. The ride is approximately 45 minutes to an hour.

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5. Upon riding the boat, an orientation on waste segregation and island safety is given by a tourism officer. You will be given two trash bags – one for biodegradable and another for non-biodegradable which you need to bring back to the tourism office after leaving the island. As the officer told us, whatever you bring with you to the island, you take it back when you leave. The island is also monitored by its own police station. They make rounds every now and then (which is not a bother anyway). By 10 pm, loud noise and music is not allowed anymore. Island serenity at its best!

6. The best time of the year to go there is from the months between January to April when the sea is calmer.

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535074_10150838854911309_1724982944_nKalanggaman Reef is a marine sanctuary thus a great spot for snorkeling and scuba-diving

Gsunset at the other side of the island  leaves you in awe at the spectacular fusion of the four elements on the horizon – the sky, the sun, the mountains, and the sea  

Agas-agas Bridge: The Tallest in the Philippines

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Leyte is well-known for San Juanico Bridge, the longest bridge in the Philippines. But a few probably realize that another bridge landmark can be found here- the Agas-agas Bridge. Connecting two mountains and the two towns of Mahaplag, Leyte and Sogod, Southern, Leyte, the bridge’s construction ended only a couple of years ago and is the tallest in the country with a stunning height of 292 feet above ground or equivalent to a 30-storey building. Now, that’s an awesomely handsome structure.

What is even more exciting is that above this sckyscraping bridge is the starting point of an 880-meter long zipline!

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We celebrated Rizal Day, December 30, 2011 with my family by trying the ride. And oh so exhilarating that was!

The view from the zipline was extremely thrilling as I flew higher than the bridge along a panorama of greens, mountain ridges and creeks. I wish I had a camera with me.

The good news is that bungee jumping and other extreme sports are on its way. I’m getting giddy, I can’t wait to bungee jump!

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*My sister took the above two photographs as I and my cousin were riding the zipline. 

Passenger Seat

Some melancholic sweet music wafts from the car stereo through the air.  It’s like one of those scenes from MTV- the cam’s focused to the panoramic view from the windshield  while somebody’s driving a car. She’s on the passenger seat, eyes absorbed on the road ahead, occasionally glancing on either side and perhaps humming to the song’s tune.

 Her mind  is just wading through the unknown depths of her heart.

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The MTV-like setting continues. As the car rolls along, the picturesque view outside- from the azure skies with cottony clouds, purple mountains to the lush ricefields and shady trees-  flows backward.  Her eyes would probably be feasting on the sight unfolding before her  but she doesn’t seem to notice any of these. Not that she’s blind nor too unappreciative of such sheer beauty.  Her mind  is just wading through the unknown depths of her heart.

The rhythm of the  music from the stereo gently joins with the song in her heart merging into such a manner that creates a kaleidoscope of  emotions.   What unexplained gladness her heart feels!

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Her eyes goes past the steering wheel, then to the hands  maneuvering it.  Tapping lightly to the beat of the music, the owner of those deft hands is the cause of her extreme yet restrained happiness.  She steals a glance at him from one side and soon finds herself locked into his deep black eyes.  How she admires such focused eyes.

…the owner of those deft hands is the cause of her extreme yet restrained happiness..

She desperately wants to start a conversation.  What is on his mind right now is as vague as a mystery to her. He seems to be, as she notice it,  the silent-gentlemanly type. Earlier, as she was about to climb into the car, he had been a bit chatty.  Her heart almost leapt with that. But still,  she had to respond to his questions with rather restrained enthusiasm.

“Hmm, you seem to be enjoying the music, huh?”

Immediately, she regains her conciousness as she hears his voice. She tries to utter a yes and then give some comments just to carry on the conversation..  But she ends up nodding only  in agreement. He asks her something about her job which she honestly responds, carefully choosing her words.  She doesn’t know if he’s absorbing them.  He appears to be listening- occasionally shifting his gaze to her and the road ahead.  This is the first time he’s driving for her, and the first time they are together- alone.  And most probably, the last.  The sad thing, he’s not even aware of it- all of it.  The fact that she’s leaving and those suppressed feelings.  Those thoughts quickly cause the heartache she has been trying to hold back  all along to even stir up.

The fact that she’s leaving and those suppressed feelings.

She hopes she could freeze that moment. Or probably immortalize it into a film that she can watch over and over again until it becomes already a permanent part of her memory. She sighs heavily and silently curses herself for what she considers her “stupidity.”

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They finally reach their destination.  She hurriedly opens the car door by herself, afraid he may notice the tear that is about to fall from her eyes…

…afraid he may notice the tear that is about to fall from her eyes…

*wrote this sometime in 2007 and posted to my old xanga blog. Photos copied only from the net.

Photowalk

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I joined the Scott Kelby Worldwide Photowalk last Sunday. My first photowalk! I meandered on the streets of Tacloban City on an early morning joining a throng of photographers and astonishing a lot of passersby. Here are some of the photographs I took.

DSC_1042the shoemaker who shyly smiled for me when he saw me aiming a shot at him

DSC_0926the cigarette vendor who seemed busy with his trade

DSC_0959a hibiscus flower stands out amidst the hustle and bustle of the public market

DSC_1184colorful jeepneys line the old bus terminal

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