To Mt. Babag by Claire “Kikit” Apigo BWAB bloomsed this last year. Some posts here, I confidently assume, are worthy to be explored and rewritten; some posts to be trashed. With essays left unwritten and pictures unsorted, let me wrap 2011 with happiness and gratitude. This Last year’s wanderings affirmed and strengthened some old beliefs, some were unceremoniously replaced, some were found in the ship, jeepney, bus, plane. Itineraries are useless. Traveling happens the moment you are caught indecisive and seemingly lost. Traveling happens the moment you acknowledge the fact you’re lost, the moment you accept the truth that the place is a stranger. Traveling […]
2011 won’t leave us. Our mind will always remind us of its memories. It won’t end either since the human brain is the greatest historian. It can’t be replaced since 2011 is uniquely 2011. Or perhaps, we are about to separate our lives in yearly compartments. This happened in 2010. That happened in 2011. I wonder if the act of separating contribute in making any loss less pronounced and more bearable.
Hilton Cebu, Mactan, Philippines A fine detail of something that was about to happen: a celebration. Why it was not a celebration yet? Because the centerpiece was reflected on the upside-down glasses. Because the rims kissed the white cloth. Because the glasses are like obedient kids waiting to be lifted and kissed. December 5th marked my second year at work. For an easily bored and fickle-minded individual like me, it is an achievement. Frequent trips to Cebu’s neighboring islands saved me from quitting. 🙂 *** A part of Weekly Photo Challenge
Museo Sugbo, Cebu City, Philippines “Ate, ikaw lay kuyog sa Rainforest Adventure bi,” texted Virhenia. She was running a fever, and her team won a free pass at Rainforest Adventure for the Halloween picture contest at work . But I had another plan in mind. I intended to visit Museo Sugbo, which is a ten-minute jeepney ride from my place—but so is Rainforest Adventure. The offer was tempting. Yet, I declined. I chose to be reminded by the past. Although I’ve been living in the city for seven years now, I’m still quite ignorant of its streets and history. I even asked the […]