intra m uros

waw! feeling ko inamag na 'tong blog ko. its been a very very long time since i last wrote an entry. after the semana santa doing the paper and competing with stress, sleepless nights and loveless everyday, finally, wait FINALLY!! the time has come when all i have to worry about is waiting for next Tuesday and watch one tree hill. well, not really, i still have work to do and enrol– which is a hell of an endeavor/adventure/suicide threat to endure. nonetheless, i guess i have to exhaust the past so i can empty myself and be ready for the following adventures to come. (*Ok. my morning coffee sucks! it could've been the driving drug behind my need to blog away, BUT NO!)

MOVING ON.

"napapagod din ang liwanag"

last march 14 (uy! one month after, kewl) me and Aei (check-out her blog linked to mine), we went to PLM to survey 30 students about their perceptions about elections! the original plan was to get over the research endeavor as fast as we can to have enough time to explore the old streets of manila, devour over its capiz windows and old houses. By noon, we had more than 30 respondents and off we went to the streets of intramuros. The 'walled city' has always been a mystery to me. I have been there before, during primary days field trips, but what do i know then, i have always troubled myself with the chichirya in my backpack that it consumes my consciousness to be bothered by anything else, thus, my complete ignorance of such aged beauty. 

"rippled faith"

That day conjured a lot of firsts at the age of 19. That day was the first time that i got face-to-face with San Agustin and the iconoclasm (vandalism of sacred objects) is not fair. Imagine the nose of a friar carved on the door that looked that it was chopped off. Nagmukhang pango tuloy ung friar. It was also the first time for me to  walk the streets of Manila. I have always loved walking, from Math building to MassComm, from UP Baguio to Session Road– but not Manila. I utterly dismiss the idea of pacing its sidewalks (is there any? reall?) and choking on pollution! but that day! i didn't care, from one street to another, Aei and I devoured the afternoon sun, casting shadows upon the aged iron lamps, wooden gigantic doors and broken Capiz windows. 

"a walk of pink" 

how i wish i have all the time in the world to travel all the streets of manila and discover more things beyond lamposts, broken Capiz windows, street children, and what not. more. more. MORE.  i want to find out more about manila and be captivated by its enduring beauty. I am glad that we have to do the survey in Manila, it was one of the blessing in disguise that i am thankful for. I hope i can see more of the world, but i guess i have to start somewhere. Maybe i have already started. Haven't i?

Maybe i did!  

"one bare foot"