journey on dark waters

Wading in a pool of hot springs will not only bring warmth to your body but will also make you feel a s if you could just wade in for long hours to release the tensions in your body. A dip made me feel so relieved and it made me fe el like I'm in a spa. And of course, my cellphone took a dip in as well. :D After a morning dip in the pool, we headed to t he Universi ty of the Philippines in Los Banos, Laguna. We took a trip up the Makiling route to see the famed National Arts Center, b uilt during the Marcos regime. It was a breathtaking nature trip and we saw Mother Nature in all its glory. From the National Arts Center, we went to Lumban, Laguna, which is famous for its barongs. It was a fashion art, it may cost a lot, but its a work of art. His tory was made in Laguna, when Dr. Jose Rizal, grew up from this place. His house is located in Calamba, and a museum was built in his honor . Artifacts from his era, were copied to make a reconstruction of the house where he once grew up....

The following events takes place between the 16th and 17th of December 2007. My week-long vacation started on a Sunday afternoon. We started on the streets of Quezon City and our eyes soaked a lot of sights. From the streets of the Manila University Belt, not to mention some historic sites along the bay. And a treat to Manila Bay's famous sunset as we cruised along the roads that would lead us to our first destination: Nasugbu, Batangas. Nasugbu, Batangas is famed not only for its beaches but also for the historic landing of General Douglas Mac Arthur on the shores of Nasugbu. It was a walk back in history. From the Nasugbu Landing, we traveled by boat to a secluded beach. About 20 minutes from where we were staying. It was a piece of heaven. For me, it was a place where poets, novelists and writers could get ideas. As the waves crash on the rocks, a light sea breeze will kiss your face. Of course, even with a breathtaking place like this, things could also go a little bit haywire,...

I gaze at the waves as it kisses the shore. I silently vow that my pain would wash away with the waves upon the sand. I listen closely to the wind as it rushes to embrace the leaves of the palm trees. It softly rustles and cradles me. I cry tears or sorrow. They fall upon the sands, where the waves cannot reach. I look upon the sky, as the pulse of heart slowly leaves my veins. I try not to weep for a lost soul. I wander amongst the ruins of a former self. A hand holds mine tight. Never letting me go. Promising me of a better future. I gaze at the eyes that would promise me forever, just like mine, the eyes were filled with hurt and betrayal. The heart cries out a thousand pains. I see myself in those eyes. And walk away.