Sunday, August 31, 2014

62- The Climb

When the world gets me down, I end up looking for ways to work out.

From the time begun this blog, I have lost around 20 pounds. Quite an achievement, considering that I fancy eating, and fancy traveling. I needed to take the reins again after letting myself go a wee bit.

I am curious to see how I will manage traveling and eating my way through a country's culture with being fit. Let's face it- saying no to a plate of Char Kway Teow is nearly as hard as saying "no" when you are handed a blank cheque with an open-ended caveat- for whom, and for how much.

Of course, we know that the "for whom" is likely going to end up being written out to "you". As for how much it is all going to cost, maybe a bit of your soul, and, the sky's the limit in cents and dollars.

The last few months have been mind-numbing. I have not been able to stretch my creative muscles and open my eyes for wanderlust because of WORK. Yes, work. I don't mind working. I do mind WORK taking over my mind, heart, and life, though.

This is THE climb. My climb.

This climb needs to end-one way or the other.

Until then, off I go for a run.

MC


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Monday, August 25, 2014

61- The Start

I've been to the United States 4 times in my life. It fascinates me that pictures I take while in the United States seem to come out brighter than photos I snap elsewhere. 

Is it just my eyes, or, is it where I am at? 

Traveling, discovery, is all a matter of perception. 

MC 

Sunday, August 24, 2014

60- Travel Journals, Part 2


A few hours ago, I found myself lunching with some family members. It's my aunt's birthday today so it was only natural that we celebrate in some shape or form. 

Had me a great cappuccino to soothe the soul and awaken the nerves. 

I now find myself in a basketball arena full of rabid fans thinking of two things:

1) A win for my team.
2) Traveling. 

I can't help but daydream. After all, this past long weekend was supposed to have represented a new entry in my travelogue if not for the threat of overtime work and considerations related to expenses. 

To inspire you to volley the ball as far as the end line would allow, one has to be aware of how far one has come from hardly being able to carry a ball, to being in the best position to send it home for a rally point. 

So here I go. 

After San Diego, came...

The Netherlands, 2013:

Oh my goodness, this place was cold. Lots of sexual innuendo- as expected. Great food in modest portions. An amazing hostess in Miss Greet and Mr. Niels. Little cars, and smaller streets. Albert Hejin (or I think that's how I remember the spelling to be). Produce so fresh that one can't help but want to eat healthy. Hail. Tourist friendly locals. Bikes, canals, and the red light district. Legalized prostitution-lord have mercy. 
Terry O'Leary- an amazing tour guide. City tour on foot- like traveling through time. Laurie and Bert Engels as walking tour buddies. The Anne Frank House. Lijnbansgracht (forgive me if I have spelled that wrongly). A great prelude to Italy. Schipol is what NAIA in the Philippines should aspire to be like. 

Italy, 2013: 

Ah, Italy. Jospehine, Carl, Sarah, Ed, Giuseppe, and many others. Cosmos. Hotel Buenos Aires. The cobblestone streets of old time Florence. Countless, beautiful, churches. Piazzas that tell thousands of stories over what seems to be thousands of years. La Vaticana. An encounter with Pope Francis that was not to be. Getting lost in Rome at night- scary. Piazza Della Republica- witnessed changing of the guard. Making every moment spent being suspended in time- count, forever to be remembered IN time. Wacky kids on a field trip in Poggibonsi. The Amalfi Coast. Cable Car-ing in Ana Capri. Chinese Food in Naples with Kelly and Rita. Shootout near our Naples Hotel- a close encounter with Italy's answer to Cee-Lo Green. Tearful farewells to people you hope to see again. 

One final shot of caffeine to come. 

MC

Thursday, August 21, 2014

59- From the Travel Notebook, Part 1

It's been too long since my last trip.

As I lie in bed this morning, I have decided to let my mind soar a bit.

No way did I ever expect to travel so much over the last 4 to 5 years. Perhaps the last 4 to 5 years had happened to make up for lost time.

Here are some thoughts on some trips I have had over recent time...

A few pounds, dollars less, dollars more, later...

Chicago, 2009:

Clapton, Clapton, Clapton. An amazing Eric Clapton and Steve Winwood concert at the United Center. Museum hopping. Subway and hotdogs off the street sold by kababayans to keep me alive. Visits to parts unknown on foot. Lost in Greektown. 10 days was way too brief.

Hong Kong, 2010:

This was a fun trip. Being billeted at a branch of the Hilton in the New Territories had its pros and cons. Good because it gave us a chance to see another, less congested, side of Hong Kong. Bad because the hotel was far from most attractions, and there was not really much to do in the vicinity of the hotel.

SnoopyWorld became my happy place. Yes. Snoopy. An entire building dedicated to Snoop Doggy Dogg. Absolutely brilliant.

Bangkok, 2011:

Royal Palace. Shining, shimmering days and nights. Gold everywhere. Family friends in my midst.Centara World Hotel and Mall a great place to crash amidst the urban chaos of Bangkok. Missed the Bangkok floods and protests by a hair during my 2011 tryst. Amazing noodles in foodcourts, and at the hotel. Late tour guide on day 2. Big fopah, but shopping made up it.

Iowa, 2012:

Amazing trip. Wide open spaces. Iowa State

Fair was a nice contrast to what I had gotten used to in the Philippines. Amazing company. Amazing food. Green, green, green, everywhere.

Las Vegas, 2012:

Training. No clubs, gambling, or MGM Grand for this boy, but a great trip nonetheless. Lost my camera on this trip, but Hakuna Matata. Hakuna Matata means no worries. Overwhelming in that nobody does it like Vegas.

San Diego, 2012:

Family reunions. Best Buy. Oh yes, Best Buy. Home cooking. Julian Apple Pie. Enough said.

More notes to come...

MC


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Thursday, August 14, 2014

58- Teresa Teng


Who else from my generation listens to the late Cantonese Music great Teresa Teng? The CD boxed set you see above is something I bought in, of all places, Singapore Chinatown (one might expect a fan to be able to purchase this in a place like Hong Kong, or, Beijing maybe).

From the first time I heard Teng's music- through watching the heart-wrenching Peter Chan classic, "Comrades: Almost a Love Story", I was moved. I was hooked. It happened in a snap. I cannot understand, nor speak, Cantonese, nor do I speak and understand Fukien. It doesn't take an expert linguist to know, however, that what this lady sings comes from the soul. Not the heart. Her music comes from the soul.

Here's a bit of a story.

In "Comrades", a young lady meets a young man. They both fall in love. They are separated by fate, and brought back together by fate. They know all along that the tides of heaven are meant to ebb and flow in their favor. They doubt the veracity of destiny's to and fro, but are eventually consumed by it. To love one another is inevitable. To love one another is all they know.

That is the kind of emotion, of fervor, of unbridled joy, of untamed drama, that Teresa Teng articulates in her work. It's creative genius, really. The power of her music possesses bounds only in meter, timber, and tempo. Beyond that, we hear such music, and see that the impact of such music. Both go far beyond the sheets the music is written on.

I love Hong Kong- the country most associated with Teresa Teng. The food, the cultural diversity, the mish mash of East meets West. All amazing. Maybe I've always been enamored by the chance to be immortalized in film by Hong Kong harbor, with me proclaiming my undying affection to a Faye Wong or Ming Na looking lady. I could do that while "Tian Mi Mi" is softly playing in the background. Perhaps the soothing melodies of "The Moon Represents My Heart" could whisk us off into the horizon. Whichever way you look at it, it all makes for a truly beautiful mural of feelings, stories, hopes, and dreams. It's a Tsim Tsa Tsui diorama on a Hallmark Greeting Card.

It's a shame that Teng died so young. Damn you, pneumonia. As with many who leave us way too soon, they leave behind remnants of greatness which ultimately live forever in our collective consciousness. Teresa Teng has left behind music so poignant, so capable of sketching up images of places, people, times so lost among ideal- and idyllic- thought that we need art so pristine, so unfettered by the stresses of time, to once again be able to touch, experience, be absolutely consumed by a burning desire to be "alive".

In the music video for "Nights in Hong Kong", a huge artificial moon is shown illuminating the island state, with its glow reflecting resplendently upon its fragrant harbor. It serves as a reminder that, during even the darkest throes of twilight, there exists the possibility of joy, of faith, of love, of new perspectives, taking shape, and flourishing. All things considered, life can still be beautiful, even if we do tend to play the part of the lonely fisherman out at sea sometimes.

While out in the god-knows-where, the fisherman hears his heart beat, and is guided by the poetry and cadence of the "being" brought forth by the endless waves that lie before him.

MC





Sunday, August 3, 2014

57- Drums. Cheers. Chants.


This has become a weekend habit. 

Filipinos love basketball. That's a given. But collegiate basketball? There is a special place in Pinoys hearts for that. 

This snapshot of a Sunday afternoon hoops tiff crowd at the fabled Araneta Coliseum is evidence of the love Pinoys have for amateur basketball. No big money contracts here. All heart. I'd like to still believe that it is still mostly about passion rather than anything else. 

Sports columnist Rick Olivares recently did a feature on past and present members of college basketball's mainstay squads. The feature on Ateneo De Manila University focused on a pair of wingmen- Von Pessumal, a wiry Forward who does Reggie Miller impressions better than most, and Wesley Gonzales, a bad boy swingman who this writer remembers best for his block on La Sallean Mac Cardona's hook shot in the 2002 UAAP Finals. Let's not forget his taunt once Cardona fell to the floor. That was classic material. 

Wesley unabashedly advised Von to "enjoy his college career". It's when you're a college baller that things are mostly about pride, and when the name of the game is fighting for the name of your school, and not peddling some cola, beer, or paint brand with your jersey. We all know that Pinoys have been plagued with ill fortune many times in history, and that it has taken heart- tons of it- along with an unrelenting will to win, to overcome the odds. It only follows, then, that a lot of Filipinos still choose to go the "passion" route as opposed to go for the money. 

If only politicians could fully grasp this concept, then we'd be better off. That is another story for another time, though. 

MC

Friday, August 1, 2014

56- Leave Me Some Flowers


I like flowers. I particularly believe that they are charming, pleasing to the eye, and yes, they smell very good. 

I remember a time when life was simple. An amazing meal was Spaghetti with Hotdogs, or, two slices of wheat bread covered in toasted cheddar or Edam Cheese. Awesome. 

Austerity must be at the core of all good things. I remember going to Singapore in 2009 and being fed the idea that the best food, the most pleasing gastronomic treats, could be found in hotel cafes, and 5 star restaurants. Glamour and palate ecstasy does not necessarily follow. 

Flowers. You give someone flowers and you realize that the act of giving flowers to a girl you like, for instance, has tied to it a presumed set of returns. Perhaps a date? Perhaps a bright future full of promise, full of fields of gold and folly. 

Instead of always thinking in too grandiose a fashion, try to imagine simply. With your dream girl, just be real. Be honest. When in Rome, seek for the simple, quick, wins- lest you overspend and be overwhelmed by tourist traps and ordinary things clad in gold trimmings. Chicken rice by the street over chicken rice at the Ritz. 

Give her real flowers and she'll give you her heart. 

And so it goes. 

MC