Downpour

There are times when I just want it to rain all day.

I can imagine spending hours staring off the distance by the window pane, inhaling that familiar earthy smell. I want the cold wind to blow comfort to my face. Perhaps by then, my mind will be at ease.

It would also be nice to feel each droplet flow down every part of my skin. Massaged by the contact with nature. Sometimes, the inner kid in me wants to jump on the puddles I see outside. Not caring about tomorrow. Just living, here and now.

There goes another thunder followed by some distant lightning. It would be a tragedy, getting struck by a bolt. But a part of me wants to try it out. The daredevil me who thirsts for the danger zone. Mostly for science’s sake. However, I love hearing the thunder better than endangering myself just like that. I like hearing the sky roar. So sudden, loud and sharp. Back when I was a kid, I thought the clouds were mad at me for not sleeping on rainy afternoons. Now, I’m mad at myself for not getting a chance of sleep at all.

Yes, I said that I’d like for the rain to go on longer. But that doesn’t mean I hate the sun. I just like the company of the sound it makes. When the sky has let out all its tears, I always anticipate the sun coming back. Creating a colorful ray of colors across the blue sky. A rainbow. A reminder of a covenant made years and years ago. Details like these remind me of the One who takes control of everything.

The One responsible for the calming of seas and the halt of the heaviest downpour.

Lucban, Quezon 2015

🧳Travel Blog Series Entry #7

I’m starting to miss the outdoors a lot more than usual. So I’m pouring out my heart in these blog entries for awhile…

Another one of our colorful adventures is when we went to Pahiyas Festival. We enjoyed the decorated houses so much that we visited twice or maybe even three times! Filipinos are so creative. But I do wonder what happens to the vegetables and fruits that they use as designs for the houses. 🤔

And when in Lucban, Kamay ni Hesus will always be included in your destination list. When you visit the place, wear something comfortable, not only for you but for the people around you as well. I’m not sure why I chose to wear a neon orange in the middle of the day. I’m pretty sure I blinded a few people as we went hahaha!

Ps. It was on this trip that I first experienced top riding on a jeepney. How I wish I could do it again!

Paco, Manila 2015

🧳Travel Blog Entry #6

I’m starting to miss the outdoors a lot more than usual. So I’m pouring out my heart in these blog entries for awhile…

When I say that I’ve gotten a taste of a handful of religions around the world, believe me. This one side trip that we had was pre-Holi Festival. Our group visited this temple in Paco where I encountered the Sikhism religion. Ever heard of that one in your World Religion subject? It’s one of those dharmic beliefs like Hinduism and Buddhism.

To be honest, I wasn’t very mindful of my spirituality back then. But I still didn’t participate in their worship ways. Maybe cause I was too young to know what temples are for. I’m just glad that I was able to observe and understand their way of life. It helped me eliminate any prejudice that I might’ve had with our fellow human beings. And I must say, their curry was so flavorful!

Holi Festival, MOA 2015

🧳Travel Blog Series Entry #5

I’m starting to miss the outdoors a lot more than usual. So I’m pouring out my heart in these blog entries for awhile…

We’ve had relaxing escapades. Extreme ones are also on the list. But this particular trip to MOA is one of those colorful adventures. Literally COLORFUL 😆 It might have been my first concert type of event which wasn’t bad at all. We jumped and sang along while enjoying the view of the Manila Bay.

And when it was time to throw the color powders that we got from the entrance table, I made sure to go all out. The sight was extraordinary! Different hues floating in the air, I sure hope nobody got an asthma attack when the real fun started 😅

Ps. At first, I was wondering why everyone wore white clothes. It was only after the event that I realized the reason hahahaa

Couchsurfing Summer Scramble 2014, Manila

🧳Travel Blog Series Entry #4

I’m starting to miss the outdoors a lot more than usual. So I’m pouring out my heart in these blog entries for awhile…

Ever heard of Amazing Race? I’ve gotten the chance to enjoy the same type of race with CS Summer Scramble 💪 My mom and I were on the same team, along with other people that we’ve just met on the event day.

The idea was to visit all the stations scattered around Manila and accomplish the tasks to win the game. We went from UP Diliman to CCP to Manila American Memorial and some other places that I couldn’t remember. I also can’t remember if we won the game hahahahah

However, it still was a lot of fun! The chase, the thrill! It was overwhelming. Would I want to join again in the future editions? Of course!

Montalban, Rizal 2014

🧳Travel Blog Series Entry #3

I’m starting to miss the outdoors a lot more than usual. So I’m pouring out my heart in these blog entries for awhile…

Unexpected gala? This day trip to Wawa Dam is one of those unplanned drawings turned into reality. Our fellow Couchsurfers were as excited as me and my mother back then. No regrets were made except for the way I wore my hair and my smile hahahaha! Between me and my mom, she’s the photographer type. Most of these photos were taken by her 😆

Obando, Bulacan 2014

🧳Travel Blog Series Entry #2

I’m starting to miss the outdoors a lot more than usual. So I’m pouring out my heart in these blog entries for awhile…

The next year following our Baguio trip, my mother had decided to join Couchsurfing. A group of people from different places looking for adventure. I’m glad she did and more joyful that she made me go along their trips. This one was probably the first town festival that I had gone to. Everything was so vibrant and loud. If there is something that I truly miss from that place, it will be the lechon kawali from that famous restaurant. I haven’t tasted anything better!

Ps. Our group was short of 100php when it was time to pay for our food. Until this very day, nobody knows who didn’t contribute to the share 😆 I’m sure it wasn’t me!

Baguio, 2013

🧳Travel Blog Series Entry #1

I’m starting to miss the outdoors a lot more than usual. So I’m pouring out my heart in these blog entries for awhile…

This wasn’t our first family trip but somehow, this is when I discovered my heart for exploration. I can’t remember all the details of our journey but my skin remembers the cold breeze. My nose remembers the earthly smell of the place. One of these days, I’m coming back for you Baguio

She Who Is Healed

She was lost and broken
Lost in this wild and dark world
Broken by the people around her
She learned to be selfish, to be angry
Entitled because all she wanted was genuine love and care
Which she thought nobody could and would ever give

She was blinded by the misleading light of earthly riches
Deaf to the conscience within her
Mute to words that encourage
She was lame because of the burden of expectations
She became numb of what others might feel

Then she met Him

She found the mighty light of this world
Healed by His promises worth keeping
She learned to share and to forgive
Overwhelmed with the love He provided
The Lord was the one that she had been seeking

Clear was the purpose He had for her
Loud were the praises and worship she offered despite the trials she faced
She shared how God comforted her wounded soul
How the Lord told her to walk and believe
How she felt His control over her life

She who is healed by her powerful God, wants you to experience what it’s like to be by His side.

Ride With Me

What I miss most from amusement parks
Are popcorn snacks and the rides
The light in my eyes as they spark
When they remind me of the different ways of life

A ferris wheel is a relaxing loop
Like the days of my childhood
Wake, eat, play, and sleep
Common moments on repeat

And there are those pirate ships and pendelum rides
For when life swings side to side
For moments of choices to pick
When confusion seems thick

Of course drop towers are on the list
They bring us up and down, often with tease
Similar to the changing of tides
Like the highs and lows of life

Seldom do I take the ones that go ’round
Like tilt-a-whirl or carousels
Dizziness is all I had found
Going on in circles and mess

But there were days when control was mine
Especially on a bumper car ride
I know where to go and what to avoid
When life lets me go on with my choice

Out of all these types, these ways of life
Roller coasters are my favorite to ride
They take you up and down, switching sides, through a loop
Going around with you and your group

And the best thing about coaster rides
Is the thrill, the surprise, the excitement to find
Like life when it sprints from a slow pace
With a start and an end for us to face

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