New Palette of Colors

I’ve dreamt of green mermaids on giant marble boulder and giant orange fish swimming in turquoise stretch of pool, my feet avoiding the cold water as I cross through a weak log…

I’ve started my journey in a fallen wonderland, leaving with water running from my eyes, spear stuck at my chest, staining the path I walked through with crimson. Images of the predator were still vividly flashing back, refraining me from shutting my eyes. Through the night, I see and hear everything. The silent cries of within were deafening, unforgiving.

She heard the blaring whisper, temporarily numbed the heart with little round gems that stopped the restless. Why, she wasn’t the fairy who turned hell into paradise. I dropped the jewels back to earth and went on with the detour.

I dreamt of giant squid jumping out of dark blue water with only a perfectly round moonlight illuminating the surreal scene. Spectacles of light seemed to drop from above after a fresh path was drawn by the squid when his massive body kissed the shore. Stunned and awed, I traced it with my foot steps…

I dreamt of a baby elephant carrying me to a garden. The spear was gone though the pink scar was visible. My eyes water as I smelled the fresh grass, as the palette of flowers tickled my nose and as the citrus fruits teased my taste buds. A smile finally broke in and lasted throughout the day.

The baby elephant gently kneeled and waited for my feet to touch the warm bed of green grass. And we smiled. Far behind, the mermaids, fish, squid and even the false fairy were also smiling. I’ve made it through the dark road and right in front of me is a newly born spring…

Back in Manila

Finally got my much needed rest in Baguio. I left Manila Friday noon
with a fever, annoying cold and dry cough, slept during the entire
travel, had a really late dinner and went back to sleep until 10 in
morning. That was the best sleep ever!

I didn't get to jog around the city though because it never stopped
raining. I got to visit Vocas (the "Willy Wonka-like place" art gallery
my co-worker was tellig me about) on Saturday afternoon with my Mom and
Denden. Unfortunately, Mama's camera took worthless pictures in low
light. She better find a better, more reliable digicam.

I wish Manila was as cold as Baguio. It would be so nice to wake up
early morning and have a nice long jog. Here are some of the better
pics though…

Me and Den in the ship in Vocas.
 

Just goofing around with the camera's self timer after the disappointment with the earlier pics from the gallery.