Holy Week

It is the Holy Week and when other people frolic on the beach, I stay here, on my mountain, looking for ways to avoid boredom and remain sane. I have always wondered how spending the Holy Week would be, working up a tan and drowning my angst on the clear, turquoise waters. Maybe next year.

Now that the dreaded Panagbenga season is over, I am quite disappointed that I still see a lot of people that do not really have to be here. In fairness, there are a lot of cute hunks. But other than the eye candy strewn all over Session, I'd still want to walk around town without the heavy traffic jam and annoying tourists. Maybe it is about time they created an official Cordilleran ID. If you don't have one then ride the next bus off to wherever you were from. That wouldn't happen though. Baguio City happens to be the Summer Capital of the Philippines. It still is even though the streets are dirty, the fog has been replaced with early morning smog, and the city smells like Kimchi.

Maybe the City Government needs a wake up call.

When I was a child, I was brought up knowing that Holy Week was to commemorate the death of Christ. Now, I believe it is time for everyone to remember why they are still alive - a time for reflection. I did that this morning. Then I woke up realizing that I fell asleep while thinking about my life. I live a pretty normal life - work, friends and sex makes me preoccupied (funny how Jesus and sex have been used in a paragraph). Yeah, pretty normal - and BORING - if you ask me...

Just a couple more days and it would be April. Wow. Talk about time flying by so fast. I can vividly remember how I spent the New Year. Wouldn't do that next year.

Anyway, it is one in the morning Manila time, and I need to catch up on some zzz's. Last day of my leave, will be going back to work tomorrow.

Au revoir for now!