03 April 2017

走一趟永远不会被人遗忘

I went to Baguio over the weekend and boy, it was like a time warp.

Well. At least I got to be back in Baguio, this time with family. It was just a mere overnight trip for me since I have work today. Oh, and I must commend the cutie Uber driver, Bryan, who picked me up last night from Cubao terminal. I really had a pleasant ride chatting with him, although he's straight. Also for the Uber driver I got this morning, Uber Glenn, we chatted the whole trip to work., and as it turn out he's a Baguio person, so he had a lot of insights about Baguio. He's straight too... but the way he looks straight to my eyes makes me want to think otherwise. :P

Anyway...

I'd like to take on Baguio once again. As suggested by Uber Glenn, I should try backpacking Banawe - Sagada - Baguio, then if I still can, finish the leg with La Union for a surf.

Well, it's a very tempting proposition. I shall work on an itinerary on that. A personal project for this summer. :)

27 March 2017

23 December 2016

Pwede na ba?

Dalawang taon na yun.

Baka pwede na?

Masaya naman na siya... alam mo na rin naman na masaya siya, na ligtas siya. Siguro naman ngayon pwede na, na ikaw naman ang maging masaya.

Alam kong tinutukan mo sarili mo sa loob ng dalawang taon, dinayo ang iba't ibang isla, nilusong ang ang mga dagat, at inakyat mga bundok para lang makalikas mula sa mga alaala nya. Subalit alam naman natin, sa paglubog ng araw, sa iyong paghimlay, walang kasing lamig na kalungkutan ang bumabalot sa iyong puso. Hindi ka man lumuluha, pero sa kalooblooban mo, ang puso mo'y nagluluksa bawat gabi.

"At the end of the day..."

"...no letting go"

Lahat ng ito'y bale wala na ngayon.

Kaya tama na. Dalawang taon na. Pwede na ba?

28 November 2016

Pendere - Pensare - Pensif

Drafted 27 June 2016


As much as I try to conquer my fears of swimming in the open waters, I'm engulfed not by salt water, but by a sea of emotions, anxiety, fear and doubt. It's been more than 2 years now, and I'm still struggling to stay afloat. 

Even when you and I were together, it has been drowning me. I've been crying out for help, but fearing at the same time that by reaching out to you would only mean pulling you in to my own whirlpool, drowning you with me. This is the reason why, a couple of occasions, I've offered you your safe way out: first was at the time of breaking the news to you, second was that Independence day. You rejected my offer the first time, and you pleaded for me to be selfish, to keep you all for me. And that I did. But I've become so full of myself, I've turned in to a black hole sucking in all your light. Hence I offered to set you free on Independence day.  You obliged, indulging my fancy. We had a decent break up. Yet we spent the next day together, "as friends", but it was so agonizing seeing you suffering silently, I just wanted to hold you tight and keep you safe.
There had to be consequences, for every action there is a relative and definite reaction - at least that's how the laws of physics mandates it. I've been reckless, stubborn, stupid and all because of these I've lead us more to our demise.

I'm sorry Jjampong, for hurting you over and over. I think we've finally freed each other.
Unfortunately for me though, I'm still stuck somewhere between "in love" and "letting go".