i ventured out to visit a church in the far northern Nova and to visit a farther church in the newborn Bagong Silang
and later i would return to my home the lowly pub of Tacio in the ruthless, wondrous Cubao
pero nakakagago ang trapik isang oras sa quirino lima sa perbyu isang milyong mga naghihintay sa ilang milyong mga vios
but who am i to complain i had a good seat on an airconditioned bus and a front seat on a jeepney
kung di lang mabaho sa harap perpekto na sana isang paa ako sa kalye handa nang tumalon at makalimutan ng drayber
the whole country was in cold rain colder than any winter anyone could've imagined the foreigners would agree with me; the ones in the malls didn't have red skin and they looked like they were glad to finally wear the clothing they were destined to wear
pati si ate nagbebenta ng basahan naka pang ski akala mo bakasyon sa estados
i didn't have a good prior week medicine failed me i had an itch in my head i couldn't write anything i felt my angry filipino palaboy scream out passionately for beer and conquest
kung beer lang pala sa expo nalang ako nanatili pero 85 para sa serbesa negra walang coaster walang mani mas mura pang pumunta ng nova at maghanap ng beer dun may extra pa pambili ng pang sigang
i am not particularly religious but i loved the old church inside the market and all of it's ironies
ingay ng power drill budots at kpop presyong divisoria sampu sampu bente trenta at iba pa
it emanated all around such a holy place and as much as it saddened me i had nostalgia for the sound of the busy city echoing inside a cathedral
pina alis ni kristo ang mga nagbebenta sa loob ng tahanan ng kanyang itay pero nanatili ang kanilang mga boses mga sigaw
diretso ako sa sakayan papuntang Philcoa sa harap ulit ng jeep naisipan kong umuwi nalang ngayong nabisita ko na ang talipapa hindi pa puno ang mga upuan pero diretso na rin si kuya drayber pagkat mahina pa ang ulan at trapik
i often think during the noisy silence of rain and this time i thought about the lengths i would go to just for escape for inspiration
beer and conquest i thought
bakit ko nga pala ginawa to? sa tingin ko'y tinamad na kong magdusa sa loob ng bahay mas nasipagan pa kong mamasyal sa ulan naghihintay ng kaginhawahan sa kalye
sa tingin ko'y naintindihan ako ng jeep at ang kanyang pagkinig ay ala masahe sa aking likod
the jeep understood me and so did the ride there was little traffic and the rain was softer than before
and in that massage i received from the seat of a rumbling jeepney was meditation
sa lahat ng byahe ko ang aking isip ay palaging sa labas ng bintana madalas natin ginugugol ang ating dilat sa pagdaan ng mundo sa kapaligiran ng ulan sa lamig ng ating balat
"in all of my travels my mind is always outside of the windows we often spend our sights on the passing of the world the presence of rain the cold on our skin"
i haven't thought of that before
di ko pa naisip yun ah
masulat nga
and i took a piece of receipt paper out of my coat pocket and the rain did not tamper it
the rain is soft the wind is brisk the traveler feels the world once again