I’ve always liked Bastille but to be very honest with you, I’m really not into that alternative – type of music. I’m more of a pop and country kind – of – guy. I listen to alternative – pop songs but I’m just not used to the weird song structures these songs have. It’s not even entirely on how the song is structured but also about the melodies, and instrumentals. Sometimes, I feel like it’s too garage band or something. I can’t really explain it but they sound too noisy and unpolished unlike pop songs that are manufactured to be radio hits. I listen to country because of the storytelling aspect of the genre. Listening to country songs is like reading a book with imageries that just flash before your very eyes. I want songs that make you feel immersed with the experience, and make you feel something as you listen to them.
We were a large group of bikers. We were of different ages, and experiences, too, when it comes to biking. When we started our journey, not far from where we came from, our group decided to have a stop over to the nearest 7/11 store. Some decided to purchase foods, and drinks for nourishment. It’s already half past eight, and we’re still in Lucena eating Siopao Asado, and drinking C2. At least, we were making progress.
This year, one of things I wanted to do more is to read. Specifically, read novels. For the past three years or so, I did read but the materials are mostly for the academe: educational materials, lesson plans, course syllabus, and the likes. I wanted to go back to reading fiction: the charismatic characters that you draw you in, the setting that provides the perfect backdrop for the story, the intriguing plot points that move the story forward, the twists you never see coming, and the smell of paper as you flip the pages when you’re done reading them. I missed reading fiction, and being consumed by it. So, I decided to go back.
One of the new traditions people do during the Lenten Season here in the Philippines is the Alay Lakad. People, usually Catholics, walk miles and miles of road to show their devotion, and sacrifice for their faith on Holy Thursday and Good Friday. The walk culminates into a church sanctioned by the Diocese, and once there, the devotees pray, and perform rituals to absolve themselves of the sins they committed in the past year. Here in my hometown, Lucenahins and Tayabasins from all walks of life march towards Kamay Ni Hesus Healing Church in Lucban for the annual Alay Lakad.
Natulala ako noon. Siyempre, first road accident ko iyon. Hindi ako makapaniwala. Pagkabangon ko, hindi ko alam ang gagawin ko. Shocked eh. Pero ang pinagpapasalamat ko sa aksidenteng iyon eh hindi ako nabalian ng buto or nasiraan ang bike ko. May konting gasgas sa tuhod at siko pero okay ako. Hindi rin nabasag ang salamin ko which is a miracle. Walang masakit sa akin kundi ang mga gasgas ko.