holy weak

April 08, 2012

while nestled inside a comfortable room in a hotel on top of a hill with a view of the beach way way down below, i had just the inspiration i needed to reflect on the passion, death and resurrection of my luvlyf (no blasphemy intended. please!).
which is just appropriate because it's the lenten season -- a time for reflection for most catholics and other religious alyk. i am not religious, but i am spiritual. so from tym to tym, i get as far away as possible from the noise, crowds and other pollutants in the city.
i've always wanted to live a simple lyf - no phone, no internet, no cable teevee. just a blu ray player, a flat screen teevee and loads of books will be fine. i can survive on the barest minimum.
my dream retirement place will be in a small hut made of bamboo and nipa near the beach where i could swim anytime i want, plant some vegetables, orchids, roses and other flowering plants. i hope it cums sooner. i had sum sort of a trial for this kind of lyf. i did it for five months and i had a blast.

so last holy week, i tried to do the same.
off i went to a place where nobody knows me (celebrity has its downside. it is a twenty four hour job. can you imagine always looking and being at your best. always smiling. meeting people. checking out the competition)..
to make sure that i can really be alone, i left my laptop and mobile phone at my flat. to fight boredom, i brought some books. to get away from the crowd, i rented a small room on top of a hill near the beach. it has no teevee, no internet, not even a fridge. just a bed big enough for five and a huge window (floor to ceiling) that looks directly at the beach and at the mountains. no terrace either. the owners are probably scared somebody might fall when he is drunk or high on drugs. or jump off the cliff just for fun. afraid!

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in the morning, i would stay out on the beach, which was not crowded luckily (most of the tym there were just the three of us in the whole resort), read a book. i've reread catcher in the rye and nearly finished the stranger's child.
when hungry, i would go out and roam around the village in search for food. just the basic, nothing fancy. a burger. satay. shrimp paste fried rice. tea.
(for dinner, i would buy a loaf of bread and canned tuna so i don't have to go out again at nyt.)
when tired of reading on the beach, i would climb up the mountains and stay on top of the hill. waiting for heathcliff to show up. or hear him cry for his beloved catherine.
the sea breeze was soothing, to say the least. the view was postcard perfect, especially at dusk. i luv it when the sun was about to set because suddenly it felt chilly and so quiet (even the birds have stopped singing), you could almost hear your own thoughts. chos!
it was nature at its best. it was not scary even at nyt because there were a few others who were on a hike. families with their kids and yayas in tow. luvers sneaking for a few moments to be alone (deadma). a group of friends with guitars and canned beers. sum cute guys in shorts and flipflops hungry for sum male bonding.
luvly!
it was a blast. i wanted to stay longer, but unfortunately i had to go back to the city because...(it's a secret. i would have to kill you if i tell you.)

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