Gloomy Sunday to Rainy Monday...Part 1

I've never had so much stories i'd like to write about, today, i'm teeming with tales that i'd somehow like to forget but learn from.

The weekend started off fine, Friday night coffee at my pad with my brother and sister whilst planning for a family Sunday about paying a visit to our grandmother for her birthday. Over at the east side, our brother and sister are having a beer. All is right in the world.

Saturday found me happy drinking decaf latte overlooking the gorgeous yachts docked under a gray sky morning. Not long after, i was on a boat to Corregidor Island for a much needed departure from the city, breathing fresh air and adoring the vegetation of the war stricken island.

What a pleasant day to be out of town, checking the sights on a cloudy but not rainy Saturday cannot get any better than this. I brushed up on Philippine history as i continue to savor the view of the harbor, monkeys swinging on trees and the feel of gusts of cold air on my face.

I've always had a strong liking for rustic edifices, of walls that tell a million stories that even from a distance and by a mere glance, i can almost hear the life that once was there. It's almost like torn buildings have souls that linger on.

My brother is a fan of model planes and battleships, we used to spend time talking about World War II and guns and ammunition that stomped fleets into dust. I remember sitting on a huge gun in Battery Way thinking how he'd love to be there and see those mean machines, little did i know, he's battling a war and it was about to consume him.

The Cafe Zone

What is it about coffeeshops that get my fires burning? for one thing, i can get in the zone playing the music loud on my ears, not worrying that somebody behind me calls out. and since its outside the premises of the office, i can ignore the number popping out on my mail app.

it's becoming an expensive workplace, but what the heck, i get things done. it's not exactly quiet like my home room but there's not a bed or a couch i can jump into, no TV to channel surf on and no DVD marathon session waiting to run. Plus, free internet to browse my sites doesnt hurt so bad, well, not if my fellow OCDs are asleep and postless on tumblr.

the orange lighting soothes me fine, the noise from the cars buzzing by and the loud lady behind me is not my concern nor the smoke that gets in my eyes. this is every bit of freedom and concentration as i can get. and hearing voices around can sometimes stir up new ideas that i can use for my writings.