Of (Love) Letters

Don’t people write letters with a stationery anymore? I had searched for a stationery from one shop to another, only to find none available.

In this day and age, as social media, email, and text messaging gained solid ground, I would have to say that I still prefer to write on a piece of paper to my heart’s content and fold it neatly, to be sent by a friend to another friend. Delivery time might take a while, but its intimacy is priceless.

There is magic in opening it and in the touch of the words scribbled on each sheet. And as time passes by, the letter ages, too; the the ink grows comfortable on paper, the paper turns a darker hue.

Mad Girl’s Love Song

Sylvia Plath (1932 – 1963)

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan’s men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you’d return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)”

Yes, I think I just made you up inside my head.

Take me back to Siargao

June 2013, my travel plans took an unexpected turn. The plan was to go to Bohol, get up close with the Chocolate Hills and the tarsiers, go spelunking in Danao, and bask under the Panglao sun.

My friend Gabs and I decided to go to Siargao instead. And boy, did we not regret that decision.

At 10PM, we took a bus from Davao to Butuan where we will get a bus going to Surigao City. And from Surigao City, we took a ferry to Siargao.

Continue reading Take me back to Siargao

Dreaming of India and Bali

The past year has been toxic yet meaningful. By the end of it all, I just want to relax, recuperate, clear my mind of things, and reflect about the future, my life. And what better way to do that than to be in a foreign place, eh?

I have been thinking of going to Italy and Spain. These two are always in my heart. Since I was able to read and gained the consciousness of traveling, I have already been dreaming of setting foot on Tuscany and Florence, and Naples and Rome. And then I saw Catalan, Spain in a book and then on TV; and I just fell completely in love with it. A friend of mine said that Spaniards are snotty. But I wouldn’t like to put it that way or think of it that way. I would like to think that they are a laid-back people as I’ve seen in the movies—and passionate, too. Nevertheless, I don’t think I’d be able to get to these places any time soon. Financial constraints, baby!

But Bali and India are closer—Bali, most of all. So I think I’d go for it. And I’m sure it’s laid-back and it’s got the ocean and the waves and the rich culture to knock me off my feet.

So for now, I’ll keep my fingers crossed and my expenses cut to the minimum.