07 December 2013 - creating a planner
Last year, I was doing my thesis, and I acquired enough visits to Starbucks to get myself a planner.
This year, I am semi-broke, living under the mercy of the family, as I slowly journey towards independence. I am also saving up for a new laptop.
So I’ll just squeeze some creative juice out and make my own 2014 planner.
Most of the time, I dislike Manila.
But there are some aspects about it that I like: sitting in Luneta with a bunch of different strangers, walking up and down Malate to find a cheap bite to eat, watching clueless foreigners work their way through the dirty streets, observing free zumba classes along the bay on Sunday mornings, and the sunset that happens at the bay every afternoon.
Workless Weekend #12: Pacifico
23 November 2013
There’s an exhibit at the National Art Gallery that is currently ongoing.
It’s about conquest-era Spain and the expeditions that fueled adventure at that time.
The exhibit is fascinating, educational, engaging, but quite sad. There are tallies for each expedition, each ship, each conquistador. So much lives were lost, all for the sake of discovery. The rewards were vast, yet the chances of surviving a journey was very low.
I am not a fan of colonization, no matter how much “good” it has causes as some people may argue. But I will give my respect to the ones brave enough to face the ocean in an era when people didn’t even know what an ocean is.
03 November 2013 - Camp John Hay
When you stand there and keep still, you hear this noise resembling heavy rain.
It’s not raining, but you see that the hundred pine trees above you move against each other in the wind, and they create this loud sound.
It’s like the trees are roaring.
1 November 2013
Tumba-tumba is an All Souls’ Day tradition that my family practices.
We light almost a hundred candles around the houses of my grandmother and aunt.
As a kid I was told that this keeps the spirits from entering our homes, that the candles create some sort of protective barrier from the dead.
A more religious explanation states that these candles are for our beloved dead whose graves we couldn’t visit that day.
I like the first explanation better. I freak out whenever a series of candles suddenly goes out. I make sure all gates have their own candles. I feel safer knowing that the candles are there to protect me.
But honestly, we do it because it’s fun.
28 October 2013
The sister went back to Pedro Gil to take care of sick people.
The brother and cousins are in the province for sembreak.
- Two European backpackers who only have a Lonely Planet guidebook to the Philippines as a guide.
- A British boy who decided to sleep with his back to the sunset. I don’t think I would ever understand Europeans’ fascination with the sun.
-Three young thrill-seekers planning their next trip to Sagada and Bontoc.
It’s nice travelling with strangers.
26 October 2013
Last week, my sister went home to our house in Tandang Sora after four months of toiling in PGH. She was stressed out, and she wanted to go somewhere.
So we invited our brother and uncle, and we went to Corregidor.
19 October 2013
Workless Weekend #9: 98B Escolta
My friends and I were having a drink in Cubao X the night before, and we went to the Reading Room to buy some jewelry. Its proprietress invited us to come to 98B’s Saturday Bazaar in Escolta.
I went the next day and holy shit. There sat the most artsy-fartsy people selling artsy-fartsy things in a dilapidated building in the middle of historic Escolta.
The best part is that a lot of the stuff was CHEAP!!! I bought several self-made postcards worth 25 pesos each.
I didn’t take a lot of pictures because carrying a camera in Quiapo is a red flag for the
very skilled snatchers.
I have to come back when I’m not so strapped for cash. :/