Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Tomorrow and Again: A short story

A young lady was sipping her coffee on a rainy afternoon. Apparently, she's waiting for someone. She's holding her cellphone, texting, then after a while she received an SMS. Her eyes became sad and weary. He's not coming. According to the message, he's working on something that's urgent.

The young lady paid for her drink and went out of the coffee shop, then opened her umbrella for the rain. She was almost going to get a taxi but she felt like riding the train. She walked on the pavement that leads to the terminal.

Upon reaching the station she queued for a ticket then hopped onto the next train. It is raining, still. Everywhere she looks on is wet as she sat near the door. Suddenly, she felt slight shivers, a tear fell off her left eye. The young lady turned her cheek the other way, to the window, away from her fellow passengers. Past the buildings, through the glass window, she saw herself and her boy happy. But at the back of her mind, she isn't. She's insecure and doubtful. Reminiscing their time together kept her senses right, that there's something wrong or missing.

Then she came back from the daydream. She unknowingly passed three stations from her destination. She had to go back. Immediately, she stood in front of train door to get out at the next stop. The door opened, several people tried to get in while she's alighting. Then a familiar face came into view, he was rushing to the door, holding a girl, with his in her hand.

She's beautiful, comparable to her. The young lady stood before the two, the boy is in shock, as well as the girl. Then the sound of the train door went on, signaling that it is closing. The boy, with the girl, head to the door but the young lady held his upper right arm, tight. They came to a halt.

The young lady asked, as the train rumbles away, "Who is she?"

Hums from the train zooming away answered her, then silence. Dead silence deafened her. The girl looked away, the boy looked down. The young lady is still looking at the boy, then to his and the girl's hands, holding each other, finger over another finger over another. Then her eyes went to her own hand that's holding his boy's arm, then back to his face, trying to make eye contact. Then the boy broke his silence, and said, "I'm sorry."

The young lady was surprised with herself, she did not cried, not a tear. She felt like a different woman. Another train is coming. She immediately replied, "If you love her, then tell me so I know you won't be needing me anymore. If she's the one, then I'll let you be. I'll just go on, alone."

The boy is dumbfounded, but slightly shrugged his shoulder as people start to swarm in for the next train. The young lady let go of his arm. The boy and the girl went on to the train door, past her, as it opens. The two went in, she didn't turned her head to look on. The sliding doors went shut and left. A tear fell off her right eye now, then she closed both of it. With the train rumbling away she stepped back.

Then she found herself opening her umbrella and about to get a taxi. She hesitated, looked on to the pavement then raised her right hand. A taxi stopped, she hopped in and looked at the coffee shop that had just gave her her much needed warmth, thinking, 'I'll just ask him out tomorrow, again.'

End.

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Manila Cathedral: A Basilica for the Blessed Virgin Mary

The Philippine's rich history depicts not only independence but also the rise from a fall. A perfect example of this is the Manila Cathedral. This is the second, and last, place of worship that we visited on Independence day.

Formally known as the Manila Metropolitan Cathedral-Basilica or the Cathedral-Basilica of the Immaculate Conception, a Minor Basilica of the Roman Catholic Archdiocese of Manila located in Intramuros, Manila. Erected in 1954. Completed 1958. The cathedral's history dates back to 1581, 6 constructions, 1 typhoon, 1 fire, 4 earthquakes and 1 bombing. The old structures are destroyed but the church withstood the fall. The basilica is in Neo-Romanesque style.


The tower in contrast

By Architect Fernando Ocampo

Famous saints sculpted in Roman travertine stones

A perfect venue for weddings

Inscriptions on the tympanum of the main door

The Portal by Italian A. Monteleone and F. Nagni

Stained glass by Galo Ocampo


Light seeping through the iron wrought grills

Rays of light over the bronze carvings on the church's main portal

Fray Juan de Uguccioni designed the Cathedral Dome (not in the photo)

The magnificent facade

Awesome structures like these, with historical value and cultural relevance are all over our archipelago. Visit one, you'll see, you'll be transported back in time and be amazed and proud!

San Agustin Church: Wedding Capital of the Philippines

The Philippine Independence Day (June 12th) brought back so many things apart form the history and culture of the Filipinos. It did brought us back in time, a blast from the past, courtesy of our very own world renowned places of worship. First of which is the UNESCO World Heritage site, designated in 1993 under Spanish colonial church classification, the San Agustin Church.

Founded by the Augustinian Friars (Order of Saint Augustine) in 1571. The beautiful Roman Catholic church, in baroque style, is located in Intramuros, Manila. Erected in 1586. Completed in 1607. Apart from being known as the "Wedding Capital of the Philippines", it is also known for it's museum that is open for the public, but for a fee.

Here are the pictures that I took during our travel.


The facade to die for


By Architect Juan Macias

The church and the museum

Charming contrasts

A Trompe-l'œil ceiling by Italian C. Alberoni and G. Dibella

The second, and last, church during our walk in Intramuros is the Manila Cathedral, until the next post!

Info credits: Wikipedia and San Agustin Church website

Sunday, June 19, 2011

STATUS: If You Could Read My Mind

Everyday I realize a feeling that I cannot hide from you.
My friend, if you could read my mind.
Everyday I'm hypnotized everytime you look and smile at me.
I see the heaven in your eyes.

And everyday's a special day,
And every place a special place,
With you my friend,
When I'm with you.

If you could read my mind,
If you could only see the signs.
I'll be yours from now,
Just take this heart of mine.
I will be your everything and more,
I could be the one you're looking for.
For all we know my friend, for all we know,
If you could read my mind.

I never thought that fairy tales, wishing wells or happy tales come true.
But they do, everyday with you.
Everytime I'm feeling blue all I have to is think of you,
And then, you'll fill my heart with love I never knew.

I'll never waste a single day,
With you I'm always all the way,
With you my friend,
When I'm with you.

If you could read my mind,
If you could only see the signs.
I'll be yours from now,
Just take this heart of mine.
I will be your everything and more,
I could be the one you're looking for.
For all we know my friend, for all we know,
If you could read my mind.

When problems get me down,
Only you can make the day end right,
When I'm with you.

If you could read my mind,
If you could only see the signs.
I'll be yours from now,
Just take this heart of mine.
I will be your everything and more,
I could be the one you're looking for.
For all we know my friend, for all we know,
If you could read my mind.

If only you could read my mind.

Song: If You Could Read My Mind
Lyrics by: Christian Martinez
Sung by: Sarah Geronimo

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Are you really gonna hurt me this way?

Are you really gonna hurt me this way?
I know i have hurt you but do you have to do as you may?
The rain is falling,
As my tears go rolling.
You've made your point, i get it.
Sorry, as i've said, you've earned it.

We've been together for so long for this to come between us,
This won't break us.

But why is it taking this long?
Are you teaching me a lesson?
How can i learn something that i think i already know?
How can you teach me something even you don't give it a go?

I hope this isn't anything more than this foolish misunderstanding,
Because more would mean there's something.

And that could take me to the edge.