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No Tricks This Time

A few days after the trick or treatin’ and I am still on my bed. Well this is my special day but I couldn’t get myself up to start it because of this weak feeling of bad flu and colds for days. Unfortunately, the plans I made will be spent with my comfy bed and a couple of tissue for the rest of the day. What else can I do, aside from lying in bed and occasionally get up to go to the bathroom, but to allow my mind to wander on places I wish to go and to reminisce the places I have been in the past.

Last year was a little more interesting. I had to celebrate my birthday at the highest view of the Horseshoe Bend (on a sunset) and at the lowest point of the Antelope Canyon both at Page, Arizona without anyone knowing that their trekking buddy (me!) is changing age as of the moment — just like a snake changing skin every now and then.. haha!

It was such a wonderful feeling of nostalgia when I stood at a certain point. A feeling of longing for the lost past and a feeling of excitement for what the future may bring to my life. I wished for that moment, to find solitude in nature, to just simply breath the fresh air while my eyes are closed as if trying to force the time to stop and take a picture of the perfect moment.

Can’t believe that it has been a swift 12 months already, it feels as if I am still living on my grandest vacay ever!

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And yes.. it is only a sweet long vacation and that the time will come I will have to get back to reality where perfection is unknown and change is consistent.

Moments like this in the past may have only occupied quite a small space in my jar, but the feelings it brought into my life are the ones that shaped my perception about life itself. The feelings of balance and serenity, humbleness and simplicity.

I have been roaming half the world since my late twenties experiencing the clear waters of the country’s treasured provinces or visiting the mysterious leaning tower in Pisa or giving my respect to the Vatican, Catholics consider as holy ground. I must say, some are overrated while others are obviously not. I find peace in places where few people know about and where ladies restrooms are not crowded by weary tourists.

As last year was more interesting than the previous, I wish to go places; doesn’t matter if I have been there before, as long as the journey takes me to an interesting ride.

“It’s your road and yours alone, others may walk it with you, but no one can walk it for you.”

Coffee Energized Scrub, please?

photo credit mont albo

…and that’s with an hour of massage. Ahhh! This is life! Zzzzz…

This past few days I have been extremely busy and starting to get exhausted. My body has been begging me to book an appointment for massage since I came back from Boracay.

It is the first time I tried this package from Mont Albo because normally I would get my regular body massage at Nature’s Way. Since the place where it is located is just across my house, so I preferred to try it instead. I am also just lucky today that at 12nn is not yet their peak hour. Honestly, it has been my nth time going back to Mont Albo as a walk-in client, but everytime I inquire, they are always full. Which is just great! (Sarcastically speaking 😆)

For only 950 pesos, I must say that I have the relaxation my body was calling for. The aroma of the coffee scrub and the moderate pressure of my masseuse is just in perfect timing.

So definitely I will be back. That is if they are not fully booked when I return.

The Performer

She speaks so timidly, in a way you will think that she has the most soft spoken voice and the kindest heart.

She is beautiful, with all the definition of a woman could be. The one who has the flawless face and light-skinned tone. She is indeed a divah inside a closet.

After the show when she removes her make up and wigs, her real face is what she sees in the mirror. The girl who has a dream to reach success on her younger years. She will do anything to be on top and she didn’t mind how she will do it.

She is a performer. A divah inside a closet. But when the show ends and the curtains roll down, she looks at her true self on the mirror. Staring at herself wiping the tears, looking at the person she never met before.

Rush Hour

As I squeeze myself inside the crowd and find myself a comfortable seat, I couldn’t help but overhear a boy with his little sister and mother also trying to fit inside the bus.

Luckily, someone was kind enough to offer a seat to the mother and the sister but not for the little boy.

As he complained for almost half the trip saying that his feet are so tired to stand up and that he’s so sleepy. I couldn’t blame him as he is telling the truth. It is indeed a long traffic jam on a rush hour.

As we pass along the stretch of España Blvd. with the universities and schools on the view, the boy said, “gusto ko mag-aral dyan mama paglaki ko!”. His mom just smirked and said, “hmp, ang mahal, mahal dyan”.

And the rest of the trip the little boy continuously complain.

It’s just so nice to hear such innocent words from children. With their innocence come sincerity and our old dreams. As adults we are so overwhelmed with making money in order to live and we forget the kid screaming and knocking in our hearts, as if wanted to remind us of our forgotten dreams and simple wishes.

The Unexpected Message

*my heartfelt experience on visiting the Manaoag church.


“Minsan ang hinahanap nating sagot sa ating mga katanungan ay nasa sarili lang natin.”

We arrived in the famous church during the mid of the day with the extreme heat of the sun causing us to feel uncomfortable.

As we walked to the path going inside the church where a Eucharist is being celebrated, just before I took my first step in the doors of the church, the first few words I heard from the priest’s homily was that phrase.

That’s a message right there. It could be for me but it could also be a message for the other hundred devotees visiting the church.

I may not know what that meant in my life right now or it could be that, that is the question my soul have been asking me all along.

What I feel was that someone up there was expecting my visit. He has everything prepared for me as I was unexpectedly blessed by the holy water not only once but on three occasions. Although I am not really the religious type, it is not really my body communing with Him during that whole experience, but my soul. This is one of the mysteries of the universe that the body do not need to understand.

Meantime, I asked my friend to buy me 3 white candles since she is already in the line. I have not told her the reason behind the 3 white candles until she already bought different shapes of candle. I told her later on that I want to offer it to my husband, my father and my uncle, who died recently.

I did not realize until she told me that the shapes she chose is just right for me. She gave me a heart and 2 leaf-shaped candles. The heart is for my dear husband and the 2 leafs are for my father and uncle which means that the heart-shaped candle is for the love of my life and the 2 leaf-shaped candles are for my blood family. 

I longed to relieve my body with all the stress brought by the busy metro but later did I know that it was my soul that was screaming for balance.

I will definitely go back to Manaoag church. I don’t know what is, but there is something in that place that connects my soul that even my friend shared the same feeling.

Too Late

Kindness is so rare these days that people misinterpret it as flirting.

And I am one of those people who misunderstood it.

When I felt no one cared for me, he offered his friendship.

When I felt love have gone far from me, he made me feel special.

How could I ever feel that he is just taking advantage of my weakness when all this time he just wanted to help.

He sees in me a sister, a close friend. But now he is gone. Without any news from him.

I miss him.

All up to You

I come to You again carrying the same feeling as to when I was asking You if I should marry a guy.

I did not hear You.

I come to You again carrying the same feeling. The same feeling of having to wait in vain. Because I did not hear You.

Does this mean for the second time around, it’s all gonna be me who’s going to make the biggest decision?

Free will.

Both paths lead to somewhere else to which I do not know. Both paths, the one I choose and the one I will leave behind.