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Krawi
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Missing Places
I can't say I didn't enjoy living in Cebu's fast lane, where jeepney roars echo all the way till dawn and life forms emerge simultaneously, creating a complex mixture of personalities. Everything moves so fast that each detail has to be documented to avoid missing out on the simple memories sketched at unlikely hours. I've grown accustomed to this and save for my constant search for a breathable place to call my own, I'm actually all set.
But then again I miss simplicity. I missed being happy just to see the clouds frolic amidst the waves in the horizon. I missed spontaneous side trips and beach bumming. I missed grabbing a bite in the middle of the night without fearing for my life. I missed being carefree despite my compulsive disposition towards chaos. I missed finding sunsets so effortlessly and watching the day colors fade into night. I missed walking along the beautifully lit promenade at night whose pretty lights are not judged for their price. I missed watching movies every week just for the heck of it and being able to walk home when I felt I needed the exercise. I missed telling stories over mock group studies and sharing books over iced tea.
I am missing more that I ought to be missing and thinking way too much of the past. I am feasting in yesterday's memories and laughing at last year's jokes. I missed waking up in a room bathed in sunlight. I missed hurrying to school in the morning and walking back home with footsteps free of the world's problems. I missed the spicy flavors dominating the streets and the iced cold beer washing everything down my throat. I missed the company of old fogeys and the banters of the young colts and fillies.
I missed looking up into the sky and seeing a canopy of stars. I missed finding treasures at unlikely sites, from unbelievable sources. I missed the solace of my church where I was only to walk a couple of paces to find comfort. I missed the pillars and the portals of my education where I was only to wear shorts and slippers in order to belong. In the midst of jumbled priorities and confusing road trips, I missed everything there is to miss about Dumaguete City, the city of gentle people that weren't so gentle at all. In fact, I even miss the crazy one-way traffic and the irritating pedicab drivers who used to burst my bubble!
Hay Dumaguete and your charm, we shall definitely meet again...
But then again I miss simplicity. I missed being happy just to see the clouds frolic amidst the waves in the horizon. I missed spontaneous side trips and beach bumming. I missed grabbing a bite in the middle of the night without fearing for my life. I missed being carefree despite my compulsive disposition towards chaos. I missed finding sunsets so effortlessly and watching the day colors fade into night. I missed walking along the beautifully lit promenade at night whose pretty lights are not judged for their price. I missed watching movies every week just for the heck of it and being able to walk home when I felt I needed the exercise. I missed telling stories over mock group studies and sharing books over iced tea.
I am missing more that I ought to be missing and thinking way too much of the past. I am feasting in yesterday's memories and laughing at last year's jokes. I missed waking up in a room bathed in sunlight. I missed hurrying to school in the morning and walking back home with footsteps free of the world's problems. I missed the spicy flavors dominating the streets and the iced cold beer washing everything down my throat. I missed the company of old fogeys and the banters of the young colts and fillies.
I missed looking up into the sky and seeing a canopy of stars. I missed finding treasures at unlikely sites, from unbelievable sources. I missed the solace of my church where I was only to walk a couple of paces to find comfort. I missed the pillars and the portals of my education where I was only to wear shorts and slippers in order to belong. In the midst of jumbled priorities and confusing road trips, I missed everything there is to miss about Dumaguete City, the city of gentle people that weren't so gentle at all. In fact, I even miss the crazy one-way traffic and the irritating pedicab drivers who used to burst my bubble!
Hay Dumaguete and your charm, we shall definitely meet again...
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