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Back and Black from Bohol
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Mood: feverish


Some notes I made on my trip to Bohol:

I arrived in Tagbilaran City. The airport was a gray strip against plush green vegetation, a startling contrast. As the van sped through the city, i saw how people lived small lives. How laidback it all looked like. They had their little share of city life enough to put them in tune with modern day technology. Other than that, I got the impression that the people were content. The only grand structure I found was the city's cathedral named, Baclayon. It was imposing and beautifully adorned. I believed them when they said that they did not have a lot of depressed areas compared to Manila.

After settling in my little bungalow:

Watching the sun set over Bohol, I am suddenly aware of how all the shit that happened to me before seems like a lifetime ago. I've almost forgotten the reasons for why I've done some things in the past. I'm in the process of forgetting..And I guess I've lost all ill feelings towards some people. Heh.

I can hear Sir Brian's voice echoing in my brain, how nothing ever lasts. You can swear your whole being to the heavens and still the memory of you will fade away.

So after spending five days in Bohol, I found myself waiting in line as passengers began to board the plane, all the while listening to two girls singing "Leaving on a Jetplane". Then I walked across the tarmac feeling utterly invincible. It wasn't the song, the football match on tv or the eyegasmic colors of the sunset. It was the sight of the white airplane on hard grey tarmac slapped in the middle of the province that got me high. The plane was going from "one world to the next". I was about to fly and nothing felt better. I lived another life at that moment. Every step, a stairway to eternity.

That's how it felt.
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