Showing posts with label chronicles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label chronicles. Show all posts

Friday, 18 April 2014

The Road to Antipolo

4/19/2014 11:04:45 AM

Around 10:10 PM at Marcos Bridge Marikina City.
I think I just had the most grueling challenge in my 23 years and almost 7 months of existence.

It’s been a very long while since I personally have thought of doing this – and I’m talking about ‘sacrifice’ for Holy Week. Yes, the one they called “Alay-Lakad.”

Most of the Catholics used to do this on a Maundy Thursday – morning, afternoon, evening or even midnight (which technically speaking, is already a Good Friday morning). They will start walking from their respective place of residences to any of churches known as “pilgrimage sites,” such as Antipolo City, the Divine Grotto in San Jose del Monte, Bulacan, Redemptorist Church in Baclaran, Our Lady of Manaoag in Pangasinan, Kamay Ni Hesus in Lukban, Quezon, and the Quiapo Church (also known as the Black Nazarene Basilica) in Manila.

Outside the gate of Our Lady of Peace and Voyage
Well, I’d prefer the much similar place – the Our Lady of Peace and Voyage located at the capital city of Rizal Province.

Taking the trail was never an easy task though. Yes, you may only walk, but such activity can really drain you in both inside and outside aspects. And I found myself more up to the challenge after seeing a road sign in Sumulong Highway (I believe it lies near that Kingsville gate), which states “Antipolo Cathedral – 17.5 kilometers.” Unfortunately, I haven't took a photograph of that.

Around Ligaya, boundary of Marikina and Pasig cities
Passed by the intersection where the Sta. Lucia East Grand Mall was located.
Near Masinag area in Antipolo City (far left shows portion of the SM City mall right there).
Ugh, some people may think of giving up by just riding a public transport. But a lot of them refused to do so, including yours truly (but of course, if this was an ordinary day, I doubt any one of us will do the chore at all). Plus, Sumulong Highway has been providing a better skyline view than any of those skyscrapers in the Metropolitan, especially if been passing there in broad daylight.

I have seen already bunch of people piling up the sidewalks of Marcos Highway in Marikina City alone when I start taking my path (I bet most of them came even farther than I do).



Along Sumulong Highway, all of the 14 stations of the cross were situated. (I managed to take some pictures of a few of them).




And after some 219 minutes of walking—from my place in Marikina City all the way up there to Antipolo…  (by the way, I started walking by exactly 10 in the evening) wow, I never see this coming at all.

I made it.


Though the authorities have to close the church's main doors at the wee hours, it never stopped every pilgrim to take time on laying a candle, say a prayer and even throwing coins on them (and seriously speaking, can somebody educate me about this, please?).

Believe me. For I've been a runner for a very sparingly period of time. But fatigue-wise speaking, nothing compares to a penitential walk like this. Seriously, I may have managed to survive a 10 kilometer run by just a mere of an hour. But this? I don't even have any distance-calculating device with me at all, but I  it seems the distance lies somewhere between 17 to 25 kilometers. Even if I’m not that religious anymore, I can tell… this seems to be my ‘ultimate sacrifice.’

At the end, when I took a bus trip (as much as I want to walk down home, unfortunately, muscle pains on my feet isn’t cooperating) and got myself back at home at 3:30 in the morning, I realized… “wow, have I really done that?” Considering the fact that at one point of my life, fatigue really took its toll on me. This time around, I never experienced signs of hallucination and even fainting at all.

The Sea of Faith-driven Humanity
Maybe it’s because I have faith both in myself and up there. That’s why.

Author: slickmaster | © 2014 september twenty-eight productions






Sunday, 12 August 2012

1 A.M.

08/07/2012 01:22 AM 

Ika-unang tika ng oras sa madaling-araw. Ang dating panahon na tulog ang aking isipan at kamalayan ay nagising bigla nang dahil sa hindi malamang kadahilanan.

Kung gising man ako ng ganung oras, hindi naman ito singtulad ng mga nararanasan ko na madalas. Nasasaktuhan ko lang nun ang programa ni Papa jack na Wild Confessions. Pagpatugtog lang ng intro ni Papa Jack at stinger ng Wild Confessions, sa nakakatakang pagkakataon lang, tila nagging alarm ring tone ko. Aba, ayos ah, kahit bata pa ko para unawaan ang mga ganyan. Pero wala na lang basagan ng trip, pwede?

Ala-una ng madaling-araw… nagigising lang ako nun dahil maliban sa WC, e ginigising ako ni ate para ihatid siya sa kanyang A-shift work sa Terminal 3.

Ala-una ng madaling araw… binabaybay ko ang C-5 at EDSA at ang sarap bumiyahe, makikita mo ang mga bus na nag-aala drag racing. Kaya ang daming balasubas sa kalsada e.

Ala-una ng madaling-araw… na-aalimpungatan lang ako para kumain at making ng radyo, as usual.

Ala-una ng madaling-araw… tumatambay sa malapit na burger stand para umorder ng pagkain.

Ala-una ng madaling-araw… pagkatapos ng gawain sa mga proyekto sa eskwela, nasa biyahe na ko o naglalakad papuntang bahay na. Kaya ito ang dahilan kung bakit mahal ko ang pagna-night trip.

Ala-una ng madaling-araw… nasa gimikan at nakikipaglandian kahit naiilang sa mga mga kasama. Kaya lesson learn para sa akin? Wag magbar-hopping na may kasama na tropang babae kung makikipaglandian ka sa mga makikilala mong mga babae.

Ala-una ng madaling-araw… inuutusan ako ng utol ko na umorder ng sisig at kumain kasama siya. At habang nanunood ako ng TV nun.

Pero, ang daming nagbago noong nakilala kita.

Ala-una ng madaling-araw… mas madalas pa kong mabusog nun sa pagkain, pero noong napaibig mo ako, nabusog ako palagi sa mga salita at lambing mo.

Ala-una ng madaling-araw… daig pa ang mga magpusang nagliligawan. Sa hindi malamang kadahilanan, bakit nung oras lang nun ako madalas kung bumanat.

Ala-una ng madaling-araw… damang-daman ko ang pag-ibig na alay mo kahit na telepono lang ang nag-uugnayan sa ating dalawa. Kung na lang, halikan kita diyan at yakapin. Pero… easy lang din. Baka may mangyari.

Ala-una ng madaling-araw… sobrang sweet nating dalawa, nakalimutan natin na boses lang ang magkalapit talaga, hindi naman tayo nagkasama sa iisang kama.

Ala-una ng madaling-araw… matapos ang pagtatalo, umaasa pa rin ako na maging magkaka-ayos tayo. Pero, tulog na ang mundo mo.

Ala-una ng madaling-araw… matapos ang pagtatalo, hindi na ako makatulog. Nasanay yata ang katawang-lupa’t isipan ko nang dahil sa iyo.

Ala-una ng madaling-araw… hindi nga naging tayo, pero mas masaklap lang kasi tila hindi na magiging tayo. Nanlalamig na ang pakiramdam pero pinagpapawisan ng batok. Tumitindi ang pintig ng puso kahit antok na nga ang katawan, pero ayaw pa rin matulog ng aking utak at ng dalawang mga mata.

Ala-una ng madaling-araw… nakatutok na lang sa harap ng laptop. Nag-aalala… namamahay pa. saklap lang ba?

Ala-una ng madaling-araw… kay sarap bumiyahe sana sa C-5 at EDSA, kaya lang mas masarap kapag kasama ka sana.

Ala-una ng madaling-araw… sobrang tahimik na. pati ang radyong binabantayan, inaaliwan, at tinatambayan… ang boring na.

Ngayon, dilat pa ang aking mga mata’t kamalayan habang nanunood ng basketball, kumakain ng noodles, at umiinom pa ng kape, kabado sa mga mga ulang nangyayari. Habang isinusulat ko ito… naalala kita. Ay, oo nga pala. Ala-una na naman.

Wala lang. Namimiss kita… lalo na sa ganitong oras.

Author: slickmaster | © 2012 september twenty-eight productions