again, because of our frequent trips to Divisoria these past few weeks, we would often take the train from Cubao to Recto on the LRT. from there we would take a jeepney into Divisoria and weave through the tiangge by walking. this being quite a long walk, A and I would often take our wiwi break before bracing for the jungle of Divisoria. while waiting, i was able to capture the community right outside the LRT Recto Station. and i just noticed some structure that clearly didn’t belong.
i don’t know how i could last another 40 to 60 years.
baka stress lang ‘to.
ewan ko ba.
kung araw-araw ganito na lang, baka mabaliw ako.
i need a long walk alone.
a very long walk.
at least pag naglakad ako, alam kong may patutunguhan ako.
hindi ko man alam kung ano yun.
sana matutunan ko din i-enjoy yung trip
at hindi ma-inip.
i just need to entertain myself during the trip.
i just don’t know how.
i just want to share some of my pics when i heard mass one Sunday in the metropolitan cathedral. i usually hear mass in our local chapel but with all the preps, i usually go back to pampanga during Sundays.
here are my greeters whenever i go there: Peter, Paul, and Mary. 😀 well, not the singers though but these guys are as popular i reckon:
here’s a little story for today:
a twelve year-old girl was the only child of a couple who lived in a cottage in the forest. the father would chop wood and sell it to the village below while the mother would tend the garden growing fruits and vegetables for them to eat or sell. once in a while, the father would hunt for birds and other animals and take their beloved dog with him during the hunt.
their dog, Misha, was just a few months older than their daughter. married for over five years, the couple never thought they would never have a child and so they adopted this puppy given to them by one of the man’s patrons who buys wood from him. a few months later, the woman got pregnant and gave birth to their daughter. they raised the dog with the child as if they were brother and sister. Misha, who grew up and matured faster than the child, looked after the couple’s daughter dutifully whenever the couple would be away hence the bond and great affinity of the two.
there was a problem, however. the child grew up with a terrible curse — she would die if she cried. Misha seemed to understand this and always tried to make the little child happy whenever they were together. and the child delighted in every moment they spent together inside the house or outside in the forest.
but Misha was just a dog — his body aged faster and was not as young as it had been previously and soon life in him was gone.
i’m not sure if one can outgrow it but this ‘curse’ seems to be real medical condition in younger children.
this is the only reason why i don’t go to sleep hungry even if i come home late from work:
it’s actually one of ’em 24-hour tapsilogans everywhere. but this one has “Vigan’s Best” as its specialties: Bagnet, Papaitan, Pakbet, Sinanglaw, and Longganisa. Magpatuloy sa pagbasa