Tuesday, May 24, 2011

BULL'S EYE!




I suddenly realized that it's been a while since I last posted here.

It's been a busy month for me, in terms of my social life . And I must say, I am having sooo much fun!

After my interest in travel waned, I had more time to mingle with friends - old and new. And found, to my delight, that there's so much out there that I can and would like to do!

Talking to people is one of them. I used to be so anti-social, having a hard time opening up conversation with strangers. But after a few hesitant tries, to which those people have responded warmly to, I find it so easy to approach people now.

I have discovered that all it takes to talk to someone is a simple "hello". It works wonders, believe me.

Anyway, last weekend, I went with a newfound friend to a shooting range which he's been telling me about. I wasn't interested in target shooting before, but after he described it to me, I got curious and wanted to give it a try. Fortunately, my new friend was willing to take me there.

So off we went. I asked for the lightest pistol they had ('cause I was afraid I wouldnt be able to handle the recoil of a heavy gun), and they gave me a .45 caliber pistol.

One of the staff assisted me and taught me the basics - how to handle the gun, the proper stance, how to take aim, and how to pull the trigger properly. So after a few tries with a blank magazine, he declared me ready.

As he inserted the loaded magazine into the pistol, I could feel my heart start beating faster. I tried to calm myself a bit, 'cause I know my erratic pulse would affect my aim.

Inhale. Exhale.

Inhale. Exhale.

Inhale. Exhale.

Okay, Im ready.

So I aimed. Took the proper stance. CLicked the safety button down.

Then I fired.

And I hit the bull's eye.





Tuesday, May 3, 2011

The Romeo and Juliet story of our time

While the whole world had its eyes on Prince William and Kate Middleton, their wedding made me recall the love story of Prince Charles and Camilla Parker-Bowles. :X

Their story makes me wanna keep believing that true love still exists, that's it's not just some stuff fairy tales are made of. And to be perfectly honest, their story made me real envious.

Of course, we all know the tragedy involved in their story. Camilla married someone else when Charles went abroad as part of his military duties. Prince Charles married Lady Diana Spencer and had two sons. Prince Charles and Camilla committed adultery. Camilla got divorced, then Prince Charles followed suit a year later.

Tragedy all around, capped with Princess Diana's death in a violent and controversial car accident.

Of course I don't condone the whole adultery thing. It was in bad taste, regardless how you look at it. But that aside, this couple's love has survived time (think 3 decades), trials, intrigue, social standards, controversy, ridicule, public spite and censure, and even family outrage. Dare we still question their devotion, sincerity and the strength of their love for each other?

Like Romeo and Juliet before them, Prince Charles' family was a big factor for the mistakes that eventually happened. Camilla was deemed unfit for a prince not only because she was a commoner, but also because she was 16 months older than the prince and was not "virginal", which apparently was a big requirement for a royal bride. The young prince allowed himself to be dissuaded and probably broke his true love's heart because of it =((


Fast forward to more than 30 years later. They are both single, albeit with their own parental responsibilities, not to mention the same obstacles that challenged them 30 years ago. But now they are wiser, stronger, and more capable of defending their love for each other.



Let's admit it, even at his age, Prince Charles, with all his wealth, power and rank, could marry a much younger and attractive woman and have more children with her, if he so wished. But he didn't. He chose to marry a wrinkled 57-yr-old woman who he has loved since he was in his teens. He chose to validate his love for Camilla with a marriage that showed the whole world what true love is and how it should be.


In my book, that makes him a truly noble man. We should all be taking lessons from him.


This is not to take away from the romance of Prince William and Kate Middleton. True, their love story also qualifies as a modern-day fairy tale : ordinary girl marries the prince - literally. But theirs will never beat Prince Charles' and Camilla's story.

* Britain's Poet Laureate Andrew Motion has written "Spring Wedding," a poem commemorating the marriage of Prince Charles and Camilla Parker Bowles:


I took your news outdoors,
and strolled a while
In silence on my square of garden-ground
Where I could dim the roar of arguments,
Ignore the scandal-flywheel whirring round,


And hear instead the green fuse in the flower
Ignite, the breeze stretch out a shadow-hand
To ruffle blossom on its sticking points,
The blackbirds sing, and singing take their stand.


I took your news outdoors, and found the Spring
Had honored all its promises to start
Disclosing how the principles of earth
Can make a common purpose with the heart.


The heart which slips and sidles like a stream
Weighed down by winter-wreckage near its source --
But given time, and come the clearing rain,
Breaks loose to revel in its proper course.

Friday, April 1, 2011

Travel Diary continued : Copenhagen, Denmark, Feb 3, 2011
















I arrived in Copenhagen at 10:00 am and immediately headed to the luggage locker area. It was a bit of a hassle since they didnt accept credit cards and I hadnt been able to get the local currency yet, so I had to go out again with all my luggage and have my money exchanged.


That done, I headed out, free map in hand. I didn't book any tours during this trip, aside from the Aurora Borealis chase. It had cost me too much for the transpo and the tour itself, so I had to cut back on everything else. But everything was within walking distance anyway, so it wasn't that big a deal.


I got lost several times, though – which was okay, except that it was 3 degrees in winter and the bitter cold wind was blowing on my face. Add to that the fatigue from the past few days, the continuous walking, and the not-so-thick apparel = body pains.


What really dragged me down was the walk in search of the statue of The Little Mermaid. I followed the streets indicated in the map, but for some reason, I couldnt find it. I finally gave up the search, but the long walk was not really a waste since I saw some pretty nice views along the way, including a lone windmill.


On my way back to the central train station, I got lost again. As I was trying to feel my way around, I stumbled on the “King's Garden”. I saw it on the map but I wasn't planning to go there anymore as it looked a bit far from the mermaid statue. But I ended up there anyway, which was a good thing because the place was gorgeous! Even with the bald trees, it was breath taking. I got good pictures there, too. It must be even more amazing during summer.


I stayed there for a while, walking through the Rosenberg castle as well. From there, I tried to find my way back to the train station again, which took me about 30 more minutes. It's a good thing that the Danish people are so friendly and are fluent in English. I asked a few people for directions along the way and I finally made it back.


Now I have to wait 3 hours til my train leaves for Stockholm. It's only 6:00pm, and Im on the 9:30pm train. I can't walk anymore, my feet are so sore. Plus it's too cold outside.


Im looking forward to that train ride, though. I booked a sleeping couchette, just so I can experience it. We'll see how it goes

Sunday, March 13, 2011

To The-One-That-Got-Away

Wow. I checked your profile on the social network today and I feel like I've been hit by a 4x4 truck.

You're already in a new relationship and you're so sweet to this new girl. Your cheesiness is all over the page.

I didn't expect you to have moved on so quickly. It's like nothing happened between us. Those years of missed signals and mixed messages never existed. And those "feelings" you say you've kept for me all this time - where have they gone?

I guess I shouldn't have been surprised at all. You have said your goodbyes already anyway. But a part of me thought you would be hurting just as much as I was. I thought you would wait at least a few months before looking for a new one.

I thought wrong.

Maybe I wasn't really as important to you as you said I was. Maybe you didn't really love me, and you just wanted to have a girlfriend - anyone who would be willing. And I don't like that at all. So I guess I made the right choice all along.

I have waited this long to find the one person who was meant for me. I can wait some more until I find him... until I'm sure.

I admit that right now I am still hurting. But this is really more because of what never was - what could never be. I'm not really mad at you, I'm just... sad.

Truth be told, I had already accepted our fate the moment I sent you that email. I had known then that we could never be, there's just too many factors working against us. We were only meant to be exactly what we are now - really good friends.

But acceptance does not protect me from the pain, does it? When I saw your photos together, those sweet messages, I felt a sharp pinch in my chest. That's when I realized that I had an open wound there with your name on it. But I will heal. I'm sure of it. Just give me time.

I AM sincerely grateful that we are still friends. But I just have to stay away from you for now because I need to adjust my thoughts a bit. I need to refocus, and I cant do that if we are still as close as before. I will be back, I promise. And by then, I will be the old girl you once loved, the one you still consider to be a good friend.

In the meantime, I wish you luck. I hope you have found the right person for you and I hope you find with her the happiness that you say you have been looking for.

Goodbye for now... my friend.

Monday, February 28, 2011

Change is due

You blame me for what happened to us. You say Im selfish and insensitive, that I did not appreciate the love you were giving me. That I just took you for granted.

But I didn't.

The thing is, you never really knew me. I know, I know. You keep saying you do - in fact, that you know me better than I know myself. But if that were true, why have we never understood each other properly? I never understood how much you loved me, and how much pain I was unintentionally causing you. And you never understood why I never saw any of that - you just assumed I would, without you having to say anything at all.

You see, Im not a mind reader. Our minds work differently, not only because we are wired differently, but also because we are two very unique people. That is mostly a good thing, but in our case, it proved to be our achilles' heel.

We relied too much on intuition, but our signals never matched.

It hurts, but I have to accept that maybe they were never meant to. That maybe WE were never meant to be.

You have said your goodbyes. I accept that. I hope you accept my apologies too, for whatever it's worth. I hope you eventually understand that I never meant to hurt you. I also want to be loved just as much as you do. But I'm also human and I'm not perfect. If you cannot come to terms with that, I'm sorry.

Now it's time for me to say my goodbyes. Then I will move on.

And I pray for the strength to do so.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Why does it have to be so difficult?

I still believe that love should not be so difficult. If the two of you are meant to be together, then things should be falling into place.

I had hoped that would be the case for us. But it's not.

We are not even officially together yet, and things are already so complicated. We are like in a merry-go-round. Always running after the other, but never quite meeting somewhere, anywhere.

We have been on this ride for a looong time. When are we ever gonna get off and finally meet for real? I don't mean physically, though I do enjoy your company when we are together.

But on an emotional, intellectual, spiritual level - we never quite seem to be in the same place at the same time. Things just seem to always go wrong for us, for one reason or another.

Does it mean we are not meant to be?

I do not know the answer to this yet. Do you? If you do, please tell me, because this is getting really, really painful already.

I love you, but...

That line in a song keeps popping up on my head - "Sometimes, love just ain't enough"

Monday, January 24, 2011

new adventure

First attempt to leave the country to embark on my first adventure - FAILED.

I stupidly missed to notice the arrival time of my flight in my first destination - Brussels. My Schengen visa's effectivity starts on January 25. I would be arriving in Brussels airport at 10pm - January 24.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

I didn't even get to the customs officer. I was stopped right at the check-in counter. It was a good thing that I didnt check-in online as I had originally planned. Otherwise, I probably wouldnt have been able to rebook my flight :(

Oh well. There's a reason for everything. That's what I keep telling myself so I wont feel too bad about the whole thing. Haha.

Anyway, Im here at the airport again, the supposed Day 2 of my great adventure.

Im hoping things would go better this time, and that I've used up all the bad luck due me :)

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Mind setting

I refuse to be sad today.
i refuse to let my emotions control me.
I refuse to let it affect me and ruin my day.
I will smile no matter what.

I have left the past year behind me.
I have left the sorrows and the heartaches.
I have left the old hopes and dreams along with it.
I should also have left... the ghost of you.

There will be a new day ahead.
There will be new hopes and dreams.
There will probably be new sorrows and heartaches (I hope not )
But... there will also be a new me.

Thank you for the inspiration.
Thank you for the sweet memories.
Thank you for the encouragement.
Thank you for the time.

I am pushing forward.
I am growing up.
I am moving on.
I am happy - and will be happier still.

I can do this... and oh yeah, i will!

Saturday, January 1, 2011

12-month wishlist :-)

Because it worked out well for me last year, Im doing it again -Today, the first day of January 2011, Im posting a checklist of the things I want to happen for me this year :)


I hope I'd be able to look back on this list with a smile 12 months from now...


2011 Wishlist :


  1. Ride my bike on the highway (maybe all the way to the office? Haha.)
  2. Try mountain climbing / trekking (Start with Mt. Pulag and Mt. Pinatubo)
  3. Be a better swimmer and get my diving certificate at last
  4. See my top 3 natural wonders - Aurora Borealis, Grand Canyon and Niagara Falls
  5. Be more sociable and make new friends
  6. Go back to school! (sana, sana)
  7. Learn a new language, maybe Spanish 'cause it's the easiest :D
  8. Go see my dad (ito yata ang pinaka-challenging sa lahat!)

There you go.


Good luck to me! :-)

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

VERONA - February 12, 2010








Today would be a really tight schedule for me. I had allocated just about 3 hours per city, and am aiming to cover 3 cities in one day. Good luck to me.


I arrived in Verona last night and didn't try to explore the city anymore, knowing it would be too dark to capture anything on camera. Plus I was too tired to do anything, having had to walk about 500 meters (10 mins’ walk) with all my luggage with me – from the bus stop to the hotel. I hadn’t realized that the hotel I had booked was so far from the city center, plus the long walk from the nearest bus stop. But I had no other choice as it’s too late to book another hotel.


My train ticket from Verona to my next stop, which is Florence, was scheduled at 10:00am. So I had to be back at the hotel by 9:00am to give me enough time to check out and get back to the main train station, seeing as my hotel is sooo far from the station.


So I left the hotel early, about 6:00am, so I had at least 3 hours to explore the city. I only had 3 sights that I wanted to visit anyway. The 3 hours was just to give me enough time to look for those places.


First stop was the Arena. It was nice, though not as impressive as the Colosseo in Rome. It actually looked a bit like a smaller replica of the one in Rome. I didn't stay long there, just long enough to get some good photos of myself using the camera’s timer J


From the Arena, I started looking for one of the places that Verona is famous for – Juliet’s House. Juliet as in Romeo and Juliet. Im not really sure why there’s a house when the story was supposed to be fiction, but anyway, the house was there. It was called “Casa di Giullietta” and is now a museum.


Apparently, the family who lived there had the same last name as the one in the story (Capulet) and they had a daughter named Juliet. There was also supposedly a Romeo house, whose family had the same last name as the one in the story (Montague), but it was still a private property and was not open to public, so I was not able to go there.


Then lastly, I went to the Castelvecchio. I have not heard of it before, but I saw photos of the castle in one of the online forums that I visit. The photos looked fantastic, and so I was interested in visiting. And I wasn't disappointed. The castle looked medieval – as it really is, it was constructed in 1355 – and I LOVED IT! I felt like I was home. Hehe


Took some really great photos there then hurriedly went to the nearest but stop, which, as the receptionist told me the night before, would stop right in front of the hotel. It was already 8:45, so I had 15 minutes to get to the hotel. The bus number I was told to ride on arrived about 5 minutes later, so I thought I was pretty safe on the time.


Unfortunately, as I soon found out, the Italian public transport system was much, much worse than the Swiss system. The Swiss system, though confusing to a foreigner with its many lines and zones, is well-organized. Plus there’s a computer in every bus that would show you the next stops so you know early on if you’re on the right bus.


The Italian system, by itself already as confusing as the Swiss one, was disorganized. Most of the ticket machines in the buses don't work, so if you don't buy a ticket early on and hope to buy one in the bus, chances are you probably wont be able to buy one and would be fined if caught without a ticket.


The buses have LCD screens like the ones in the Swiss buses, but most of them don't work. there’s also no announcement of what the next stop would be, so if you’re not familiar with the route, you would most probably miss your stop.


To make it worse, you have to tell the driver in advance that you’re getting off at the next stop by pressing a buzzer. If the buzzer doesn't sound, and there’s no one waiting to get on at the next stop, the bus would just continue on. And if you do press a buzzer, you have to get off in 5 seconds. Otherwise, the bus will drive off with you still in it.


So in short, I got lost while attempting to go back to my hotel. I missed my stop and reached the end of the route before I realized what happened. The driver doesn't speak English, so he couldn't help me.


I decided to try walking, which gives me a better chance of finding my way than taking another bus. I asked several people along the way, who mostly couldn't speak English as well. I was staring to get frustrated - I knew I’d miss my train as it was 9:15 already – plus the situation was starting to look hopeless.


Fortunately, about the 5th person I asked – a girl in her late teens – spoke perfect English and was going the same way I had to go. She walked with me to the street across my hotel and I was finally able to get back.


It was already 9:30am when I reached the hotel so I decided not to rush anymore and just take my breakfast, which was free. I was thinking that at least the free breakfast would somehow offset the fees I would have to pay for having to rebook my train.


I reached the train station at around 10:30 and went to the ticket counters to rebook my ticket. The next train that goes directly to Florence was at 6:00 pm that day, so I had to take a longer route, which took me 3.5 hours to get to Florence, instead of just 1.5.


This has been a long day, so I’ll write about my Florence experience later, in another entry.

VENICE, Feb 11, 2010





I arrived in Venice after lunch, after a looong train trip from Geneva. I enjoyed it, though, because the landscapes we passed through were gorgeous! The Switzerland-Italy pass is really beautiful. There were really good views there, but I wasn't able to take photos because the train was going too fast.


I was a bit tired already when the train arrived in Venezia Centrale. When I got out of the train station, however, all fatigue was forgotten. The view that greeted me was what I came to Venice for – the Grand Canal!


Actually, the canal itself looked simple. It was the way that the Venetians made their way in and around it that made the city interesting. Their main public transportation was through the canal – even their taxis, ambulances, and postal service went through it.


Plus I had the best timing ever – they had a festival ongoing. And that day was one of their qualification rounds for a mask/costume contest. There were some really great contenders that I saw in the plaza – and I got the photos to prove it J


Of course, I wouldn't leave Venice without taking a ride through the canal. I didn't take the gondola, though, as it was too expensive! Imagine, 80 euro for a short ride that would take me practically through the same route as the motorized public transpo boat that costs 13 euro round trip! So I took the boat. Hehe


It was a nice ride. Though there were a lot of people with me and it was noisy, I still had a great time. I took some videos and a LOT of photos J


The only downside perhaps to that trip was that Venice was FILLED with lovers L. Well, I knew it would be, seeing as it’s only a few days away from Valentine’s. so of course, lovers would head over there. Damn. hehe


Venice is too small for an extended stay, though. The half day that I allocated for the city was just right and I had enough time to go back to the train station for me next stop – Verona.

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

GENEVA, Feb 10, 2010








I arrived in Geneva at around 1:00 pm and went straight to my hotel. Fortunately, it was just within walking distance from the main train station, so it didn't take me very long to get there. However, my muscles are already so sore from the consecutive days of traveling that the 5-minute walk from the train station to the hotel took it’s toll.


By the way, I’ve been on my tour now for about 7 days already, not counting the 4 days I spent in Cologne, Germany for the ISM fair – which was also physically draining as I had to scour hundreds of potential suppliers. Plus I did the sled ride in the snow, going down Mt. Pilatus the other day, then I slipped and fell on my butt (and it still hurts til now). So practically every muscle in my body is screaming for rest, even my armpits are hurting! But I still have 5 more days to go, and I don't want to waste a minute of my short stay in each city.


Anyway, after I arrived in my hotel, I just dropped off my luggage and started on my exploration of the city. First thing I asked the receptionist is how to get to the United Nations headquarters, which was again the only reason why I made the stop in Geneva. Fortunately, the hotel also had one of those free city transport card, so I saved a few Swiss Francs again J .


The UN headquarters was only 3 tram stops away from my hotel, so it took me only 10 minutes to get there. And this time, it was worth the trip. The compound was really impressive. Even from the gates, you would feel this sense of awe to be in the presence of something great.


I took the guided tour for a fee of 10 Swiss francs, which I think was again worth it. There weren’t any spectacular views, but just knowing that I sat on a chair that a country’s president usually sits on during the UN conferences makes it a one-of-a-kind experience.


From the UN office, I passed by the Red Cross headquarters which was right beside it. I didn't go inside their compound, though – it didn't look as interesting or as impressive. Hehe.


I took the tram back to the city and walked for a while to check out the other interesting landmarks I saw on the map. Geneva has interesting buildings, especially in the “Old Town” area, where the old buildings are still standing.


All in all, it was an interesting trip and one I don't regret taking.

TRAVEL DIARY CONTINUED, FEB 9, 2010 - LAUSANNE AND VEVEY






I just spent a day in Lausanne and a small town nearby, called Vevey.


My stop there actually started badly. The directions to my hotel, which they sent to me via email – was WRONG. As mentioned before, the Swiss transport system is very confusing, so it took some time for me to figure out that I was on the wrong bus. Add to that the fact that Lausanne is on the French-speaking side of Switzerland (and therefore, people here are not very fluent in English), so it was quite difficult to get the information I needed to get to where I was supposed to go.


To make the story short, my ordeal took about an hour and a half, which ended with me walking for about 15 minutes just to I could reach the hostel. A 15-minute walk would have been tolerable for me, if not for the 30-kilo luggage I was carrying with me.


I was so tired when I reached my hotel at about 5:00 pm in the afternoon that I decided to just call it a day and do my tour of the city the next morning. I had until 12:00 noon the next day to explore the place as my train for Geneva would leave at 12;45 pm.


Two good things about the hostel, though, is that they gave me a free city ticket, which I could use for 24 hours on all the public transport (train, tram, and bus) and all the zones within the city; plus they gave free breakfast.


Anyway, first thing I did when for my tour was to go to Vevey, which was 20 minutes away from Lausanne by train. My reason for going there – to see the Nestle international headquarters J .


It was a snowy morning, so the sights were a bit dimmed by the fog, but the views of Lake Geneva were still pretty. Got some great photos there.


The Nestle headquarters, though, was quite a disappointment. It looked interesting from the TV features I’ve seen, but up close, it looked average. Not really worth the 10 euro I spent to go to Vevey. Well, at least I satisfied my curiosity.


Lausanne was also not very interesting. Like Lucerne, it looked like a typical European city. I think the highlight if my stay there were the swans I saw swimming and playing around on Lake Ouchy.


Im now off to Geneva. Got about half a day there then I’ll be leaving at 7:40 am the next morning for Venice…

Sunday, December 12, 2010

How much is "too much"?

I attended the first birthday party of a friend's son yesterday.

I've been friends with her for about 8 years already, and we were both single and unattached then. Now her son is already 1 year old. Wow, that makes me feel soooo old

As expected, I was asked by common friends when's my turn. Or, more importantly, when am I gonna be in a serious relationship again.

To be honest, I cannot answer that question. But then again - who can? Nobody knows when it will happen, right? Unless you're willing to compromise, to settle for less than what you really want, to sacrifice your dream because you're running out of time.

Unfortunately, I don't think I would be able to do that. I am too idealistic (blame my pisces nature, I guess). I am looking for the "real thing", the love that will survive the odds, the kind of love that will last a lifetime. I just know with all my heart that I will not be happy with anything less than that. And if being with someone will not make you happy, why should you stay with that person, right?

In my defense, at least there have been improvements. Whereas before, I had no idea what I wanted, now I can describe the kind of partner I am looking for :

1. Someone who will not be insecure about my career, but will not take advantage of me either;

2. Someone who not only tolerates my quirks and weird habits, but actually finds them "cute" or "funny";

3. Someone who understands my passions in life, who doesn't think they are trivial pursuits nor a waste of time, Someone who encourages me to go for my dreams and believes I will reach them;

4. Someone who inspires me, brings out the best in me, and makes me want to be a better person

5. Someone whose needs I will be able to meet, whose dreams I can fulfill, and who will also find his happiness in me.

Are those too much to ask for?


Song for you

TATTOED ON MY MIND
- D' Sound

Maybe you soon forget about all
or maybe you'll miss it like I do

one thing's for sure:
I'm all knocked out
spend too much time thinking of you

And I can't get you out of my dreams
Now I know that you're the dangerous kind
and your smile is tattooed on my mind
And I can't get you out of my dreams

Don't wanna write, I don't wanna call,
- I would not know what to say
It should be you, that's how I want it to be
Tell me you feel the same way

And I can't get you out of my dreams
Now I know that you're the dangerous kind

[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/tattoed-on-my-mind-lyrics-dsound.html ]

and your smile is tattooed on my mind
and I can't get you out of my dreams

Oh, yesterday I was feeling safe
All I do today is trying to be brave
And no melody can seem to soothe my mind
And now I curse you for being so sweet and so kind

And I can't get you out of my dreams
Now I know that you're the dangerous kind
and your face is tattooed on my mind
And I can't get you out of my dreams

Yes I know you're tatooed on my mind you're tatooed.....

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Travel Diary, continued: LUCERNE, Feb 8, 2010



I just left Lucerne – currently on the train going to my next stop : Lausanne.


I spent a day and a half in that city. As if left the central train station, I felt a bit disappointed. The only reason why I made this part of my itinerary was because it was highly recommended by the staff from the Swiss embassy, so I thought it was going to be gorgeous.


The city itself had average attractiveness. The buildings were the usual old architecture that one would see in most parts of Europe, at least those that I’ve been to. The lake was fairly pretty, but not as breath-taking as the one I saw in Salzburg, Austria.


I was about resigned to just catch up on much needed rest in Lucerne when I saw the city brochure with their recommended activities. Most of those recommendations involved going up the mountains. They had 3 major mountain attractions – Mount Rigi, Mount Titlis and Mount Pilatus. I decided to explore one of them and settled for Mount Pilatus, mainly because it was easy to understand the directions going there.


The Swiss transport system, by the way, is soooo complicated! The European Railway system is hard enough to follow by a non-EU traveler like me. The Swiss transport system, which is comprised mostly by buses, is horrendous! To make matters worse, their ticket machines are not user-friendly. I actually got caught by a bus “conductor” holding the wrong ticket and was given a fine of CHF 8.


Anyway, as I had arrived in Lucerne at around 3:00 pm already, I decided to just go up Mount Pilatus the next day. I bought the round-trip ticket for 36 euro and left the city at around 9:00 am. I arrived in Kriens, where the cable car station was located, about 30 mins after and immediately climbed inside the nearest cable car.


As the cable car went higher and higher, I began to see the breath-taking views I expected of Lucerne. And it really was breath-taking. The panoramic view of the Alps was worth all those euros they charge for it. The staff said it would be even better during summer, when the mountains are in full bloom. But hey, to me, it was gorgeous even in winter.


Upon reaching the top, I went to the highest peak and there were mountain ranges everywhere! It was awesome!


After taking my fill of the view, I climbed back on the cable car to start my descent. Halfway down the mountain was another station called Frakmuntegg where you were supposed to change cable cars.


Aside from that, however, the station also offered snow sleds which you can use to go down to the cable car station near the foot of the mountain. I had an hour to spare so I thought – why not?


I did give it a try and it was a thrilling, hilarious, and body-bruising experience! Never having done it before in my life, I had no idea how to control the sled, so I kept getting thrown off the sled every time I went through a sharp curve. A couple of times, I was thrown face first into a deep bed of snow, and when I tried to stand up, I found myself knee-deep in soft snow.


I was scared witless every time I saw a steep slope coming up, especially when my sled was going too fast and I had no idea how to stop it or at least slow it down. Good thing most of the other tourists who also used the sled had already passed me by and nobody saw me flying through the air and landing in a snow-bed every so often.


But I wouldn't have missed this experience for anything! Even though my entire body hurts and I was wet through my 4 layers of clothing, it was definitely, definitely worth it.


I finally reached the cable car station, tired, bruised, wet, and freezing cold, about 30 minutes later. I was about to go up the slope and into the office building to return my sled when I slipped and fell flat on my butt. I didn't notice that I had stepped on black ice. And as I fell, I even heard my teeth snap together. My neck actually snapped back a bit, so I still consider myself lucky for not having broken it. It was probably also a good thing that I have a big butt – it probably cushioned my fall. Haha.


Anyway, it was a great time spent in Lucerne. Maybe someday, I would get to go back during the summer and see if it would be better than what I’ve seen so far. I wonder what the rest of Switzerland has in store for me…

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Look beyond the smiles and laughter

I read somewhere that sometimes the happiest people you meet are the saddest people you will ever know.

I have found that to be true.

You look at someone and you think, 'he's so happy,' but there's so much behind his little smile that you will never know.

People are just about as happy as they make up their minds to be. But sometimes, some things are too dark to simply "get over" from that the only thing left to do is cope in the best way you know how - cover it up with a smile and a laugh.

Sometimes we get so caught up in wearing masks that we forget which one really belongs to us. We try to look happy so that people will think we are, and that will make us think we are. But when we're alone and we look in the mirror, the saddest, loneliest face stares right back.

It pains me to see someone be as sad as this. But I can't do anything about it since he refuses to ask for or accept help.

I can only hope and pray that he will find his happiness, enlightenment, and contentment someday.

This is for you, my friend...



THE LONELIEST PERSON I KNOW by Splender

You wanna feel you're never walking
You see your feet from off the ground
And when you leave there's no one talking
You slowly breathe and look around

I know you're the loneliest person I know
Just a flag in the wind that won't blow
Just a tear rolling down the window

You cut your lip and now you're freaking
Another friend becomes a foe
You try to leave but they offer candy
Another time you won't say no

Well, I know you're the loneliest person I know
Just a flag in the wind that won't blow
Just a tear rolling down the window

You see that I know you're the loneliest person I know
Just a blade in the grass that won't grow
Just a hand holding on to let go

Time is a train...
Time is a train...
Leading you nowhere...
Leading you nowhere

Time is a train
I feel the same
Leading you nowhere
Leading you nowhere yeah

A second page you reach a chapter
You're on the phone but no one's there
Another thing you can't keep after
Another time you're left alone

I know you're the loneliest person I know
Just a flag in the wind that won't blow
Just a tear rolling down the window

You see that I know you're the loneliest person I know
Just a blade in the grass that won't grow
Just a hand holding on to let go

You see that I know you're the loneliest person I know
Just a fly living in the back row
Just a slap in the face that won't show yeah

And I can do nothing about it
And I can do nothing about it


Serendipity

According to Wikipedia, Serendipity is a "propensity for making fortunate discoveries while looking for something unrelated."

And that's exactly what happened to me in HongKong. I was looking for an escape from my world - and I discovered new things about myself. And I found a kindred spirit.

It's funny how things work out the way they do. I mean, of all places to be in, we happened to be in HongKong at the same time, stayed at the same hostel, and woke up at the same time that day, when everybody was still supposed to be asleep.

We met on the way to the bathroom at 5:00 in the morning. I got up early so I could take my time in the shower, thinking that others are still sleeping (I was using a shared bathroom, it was a budget hostel for backpackers). When I got out, he was there in his sleeping attire, waiting to take a pee.

Who could have predicted that? Certainly not me. It's like the universe conspired to get us to meet for reasons I have not yet realized as of now.

It was a sweet and memorable encounter, short-lived though it was. Too short.

At one point, I told him that what gets to me the most when I travel is when I see couples traveling together, doing the things they love together. It makes me want to find what they have. And in the brief time we had together in HongKong, that's what he gave me - the feeling of being totally in sync with another person.

And the best part was - he gave me respect. This may make me sound like a racist, but I didn't expect that from someone of his culture and background. From all the stories I hear, guys of his background don't operate like that. Which made him all the more endearing.

We spent 2 days together, just being carefree and enjoying each other's company. He was a party person, I was not. But for some reason, he wanted to do my thing. Disneyland, the nature walks, the sunrise at the harbour. It wasn't him, but he actually enjoyed it. I guess I helped him discover new things about himself as well.

Then it was suddenly over. It was time to go.

It was a bittersweet separation, made all the more difficult by the knowledge that we didnt know if and when we'd meet again. We were going on different directions in our lives, we just happened to meet on a crossroad.

He was on a journey - of the world and of himself. He told me his story and I understood how he became a loose ship, and why he needed to find himself again.

I was on my own path of self-discovery since my break-up last year, but I was still anchored to home.

All the time, we knew our encounter was fleeting. We could feel the hours slip away and we held on as long as we could. Until it was time to go.

His flight was earlier than mine. Just before he left, he hugged me tight and I felt the regret washing over me. Regret that we couldn't have met at a better time in our lives. Regret that our worlds were so different that they couldn't merge. Regret that he couldn't be the one.

But I'd never regret having known him. He would always be a part of my life now, a happy memory I'd keep going back to in my old age...