Tuesday, 11 August 2009
After a day being a unpaid employee at a local governing body of a sport, I head on out to Binondo for a long overdue snack that I have been craving for months. Turns out, it wasn't as good as I envisioned it to be. I got disappointed after having a bowl of my favorite Beef Knife Shred Noodles, but it's okay.
When I was having a walk towards the bus stop at Quiapo, I can't help but notice this trend that I've encountered from the last time I took this route. Simply put, it's creepy to walk around the streets of a place where it is very much crowded and noisy by day.
Cases in point: (1) Raon in Manila, (2) Hidalgo, (3) Makati Central Business District [CBD], and (4) Quiapo. Visit these places by day, then stick around until around 10 in the evening to know what I mean.
The idea of a noisy marketplace at night, devoid of the screaming vendors, is just unsettling. Moreover, what kind of denizens would be settling around these places when the sun goes down?
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
1: You can never go home again.
Thursday, 30 July 2009
This day, I called in sick for my OJT and I just watched UAAP basketball on TV that afternoon. After the games were over, I had to go over to Cherry Foodarama somewhere along Shaw Blvd. to pick up a pair of shoes I had sent in for repairs.
To get there, I had to pass by my old neigborhood (Bgy. Addition Hills) which was a good 5-10 min. walk away from our house.
And there I was.
The street was almost like how it was when I left it a decade ago, however a bit decayed from years of heat and rain and cars passing by. The neigborhood almost looks the same as I left it.
It was around early evening when I reached it, and I saw a familiar face inside a familiar sari-sari store. It was my old friend named Mac-mac. Having a small chit-chat with him revealed that he's been working for quite a while now in a cruise ship that sails along Spain, but is now unemployed. Also, he told me that most of our gang now have kids of their own.
A lot of things have changed after a decade since we moved out of our old apartment, but sometimes the faces don't.
I never got back home again, I went back to a place that is no longer familiar.
PS: Oh yeah, I ended up in Cherry by around a quarter past 7 to find out that the shoe shop was already closed.
This day, I called in sick for my OJT and I just watched UAAP basketball on TV that afternoon. After the games were over, I had to go over to Cherry Foodarama somewhere along Shaw Blvd. to pick up a pair of shoes I had sent in for repairs.
To get there, I had to pass by my old neigborhood (Bgy. Addition Hills) which was a good 5-10 min. walk away from our house.
And there I was.
The street was almost like how it was when I left it a decade ago, however a bit decayed from years of heat and rain and cars passing by. The neigborhood almost looks the same as I left it.
It was around early evening when I reached it, and I saw a familiar face inside a familiar sari-sari store. It was my old friend named Mac-mac. Having a small chit-chat with him revealed that he's been working for quite a while now in a cruise ship that sails along Spain, but is now unemployed. Also, he told me that most of our gang now have kids of their own.
A lot of things have changed after a decade since we moved out of our old apartment, but sometimes the faces don't.
I never got back home again, I went back to a place that is no longer familiar.
PS: Oh yeah, I ended up in Cherry by around a quarter past 7 to find out that the shoe shop was already closed.
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