This is a port somewhere in Gumaca (not sure) Quezon, where we stopped to have merienda and stretch our legs on our trip back home from Bicol last last week.
Nice view, no? I have taken more, of golden fields and blue mountains, of tall trees looking tiny in the green ravines... Just ran out of battery kaya hindi natransfer lahat from the digicam. But never mind, they have stayed in my mind. All of them have given me a taste for travelling. Thank God I have a sturdy stomach, hehe. Plans this May is a trip to Baguio with our Dad. Sana matuloy. Would you believe I haven't ever been to Baguio?
Anyway, its sad that I only had these souvenirs of rusticity and nautre because my cousin died. We are all in a debate whether it was aneurysm or brain cancer. Still, we're glad her suffering is over, and don't worry Ate Mayet, we'll take care of James.
Hi debbie! Thanks for the comment. Remember to sit up when you read that book! Hehe! And have proper lighting, coming from your left side. We don't want you ruining your eyes.
And Chris, aww, tamadeo mozart ka din?
~>There's reason why I posted the photo of an ocean here.
Isn't it the symbol of constancy? And life doesn't ever truly end.
...And what is it to cease breathing
but to free the breath from its restless tides,
that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?
Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top,
then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs,
then shall you truly dance.
-Kahlil Gibran
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