On the Road

Years ago I hiked with two friends all over the island of Negros . We cheered when we crossed the border of Occidental to Oriental while stars glittered above on an evening. We were at the back of a truck. It was an adventure. It was something I made n between the highway of my youth and adulthood. It is not something that a regular person would do-limited funds in the pocket and all.

I remember how I felt-the burning concrete of the highway under my feet. Months like this makes one remember a lot of things. Like the first time I fell totally with this Norwegian musician who took me to Cebu and then broke my heart. It's fine though. It's part of life.

One has make no apologies because years from now, the only thing that matter I the madness and laughter. Not the what- might- have- been. So I thank Jack Kerouac for the beautiful madness of trying the life on the road. Because it is not something one would do under normal circumstance. Because youth is never about making normal choices.

Forest Park

I hang out at forest park last weekend to get my blues away. I love what tey did to this once abandoned place. They put a pool where you can go on boating. Then t boasts a number of trees hence the name. The only thing that really bothers me is how loud the karaoke can get. I mean it is ok to sing. But if it gets to loud especially when the songs are horrible, then it gets into my nerves.

Maybe I should try going there when there are very few people coming from D class.

The Change

Whatver happened to the old Bacolod? Everyday, there traffic levels become increasingly unbearable. Even people around look like they are from either Cebu or Manila. Hey, we used to be laid back folks right? That's why people call us 'down South' because of that attitude. But now everywhere I look everyone is trying to undo themselves...like there is something wrong that needs fixing. I am not against progress. Hey that's th main reason why I am living here in the first place. Jobs are on the rise and we have all the options to hop from one job into another when it starts to suck.

But look at those cars! I remember a DJ on the radio complaining about student swith cars. They cram the who University parking space. One would think there's a lot of things going on and that there are so many people. Only to find out there were only 30 students. With thirty cars.

There is too little time for everything