Manila is a city that is busy in the morning and alive at night, where pretty girls are somewhat single and where cute boys are mostly gay or something like that. Here, everybody has their own pace. People won’t care where you’re going or why you want to get there. They’re all busy being happy or miserable, living a monotonous life where progress is nothing but a congested opportunity. It’s place where people’s dreams are intimidating and at times threatening. It’s not really a good place to fall in-love in.
Anyways, I like spent the entire day (October 18, 2013), walking around streets and avenues, etc. I wish I brought my camera to take better pictures but my mom said, you know, that I might lose it and stuff. I saw cool things and yeah maybe even cool people. But there are also men who walk as if they can predict what will happen tomorrow and there are also women who cling on their high heels and red lipstick for a living.
I saw this old vintage building which was totally awesome. It was a bit macabre but it portrayed the comforts of the past where life was, maybe, easier – a time when the setting of the sun meant sleep and the rising sun meant hope.
After walking for hours, I decided to go to 7-Eleven for a drink. I was sort of tired from walking. And I don’t know but the vibe there was so cool. It was like personal apathy brought about by societal consciousness. I mean, when people are too busy with themselves, you begin to somewhat gain familiarity with yourself, not in a narcissistic way but in a “friendly” sort of way. It’s always the noise that helps us think about the small whispers. It’s always the lies that remind us how sweet honesty is. And you know what 7-Eleven is sort of a good place for a date. I don’t know it’s just a casual, down-to-earth place, where two people can be honest with one another, maybe. I don’t know but I wish 7-Eleven would finally open a franchise in Iloilo. I’m having emotional interruptions, sorry.
I went somewhere, I don’t know the name of the place but it left a lasting impression. I’m quite familiar with some parts of Manila, but a while ago I made the choice to go an unfamiliar route. I went to places I’ve never been, places I don’t even know of. I knew that if I get lost I could always just ask questions from passer-bys, which I did. And if I get tired, I can just ride a taxi and go back to the hotel, it’s bad to wear yourself out. During the entire time I was texting my Tito for directions, so I had no worries. So far, I didn’t ride a taxi today.
About the place, I saw familiar things. Weird or whatever but I’m pretty sure I saw fear dressed in a wedding gown while her grooms all lined up to kiss her, hypothetically of course. I’ve seen people with empty stares as if they’re playing chess with death. Where women depend on darkness for survival and where children dream of nothing but a full stomach, it made me feel selfish a bit, am I? With everything I saw I realized that people here and in Iloilo have the same problems. Hunger in any part of the world feels the same. Loneliness chooses no home, it goes anywhere. Love is also the same wherever one goes, it’s the same feeling when you look into someone’s eyes, not just eyes or whatever, but when they’re there and you see them in the corner of your eye, you realize that your heart is beating out of tune, like a scared ensemble.
I guess love, disappointment, hunger etc. is felt in the same way wherever we are. Our problems are all quite the same but would that mean that we have the same solution?
I know that I’m talking about obvious things, but the obvious things are at times the main culprit of apathy.
But on the good parts, I like Manila because it has awesome Japanese food, yeah, love Japanese food, as in, super. Manila is always a good place to grow and learn to be brave. It’s a place that tests how well we stand by our choices. Today I met a lawyer. And I randomly asked her why she decided to be one. She replied that she came from a family of doctors which is totally interesting. It’s just a random question but it made me realize that we are our choices. Who we choose to be, who we choose to love or hate is part of our being in one way or another, so I guess it means that it’s important to make the right decisions or something like that. It’s important to choose who you are, whatever that means. But do we choose who we love? I think we do.
I guess I love travelling too much. Seeing new sights excite me and meeting new people make me appreciate the world even more. But what I like the most about travelling is going home. I guess I can personally say that travelling makes me love where I’m from. I love going home with new stories. And yeah, people who wander are never lost because everywhere is their home.
Peace out ya’ll.