SUBSCRIBEPlaces I’ve been to in the country
June 15th, 2007 | 9 Comments
Got this one from Miriam’s blog, Lakbayan is a nifty tool to know to what extent you have travelled around the country. In my case, well, not to brag, really, but the colored (blued) parts are provinces and places I’ve been to either in passing or visited once or a few times.
As for my grade: A- ain’t bad after all.
One thing though, I tried cutting and pasting the generated code but unfortunately, the image did not displayed. It was only the code. That’s why I made it into an image instead.
How much of the Philippines have you visited? Find out at Lakbayan!
Created by Eugene Villar.
When Cebu Pacific started offering flights many years ago, they were known for Chippy (and other junk food snacks) and softdrinks for their free onboard eats and these were all from other Gokongwei products. Later it was just down to highly sugared C2 juice drink. Lately, especially this year which I only noticed, they’ve gone away with their free onboard eats and instead offered these for sale. Just look at the price list from their new Smile magazine (sorry, just took this with my camera phone) at left.
skirted men with floral hoods flagellating themselves as blood oozes out from rows of neatly lined cuts. Some are leaving the group to walk the streets to the church, bow their heads, kneel and supplicate while others just came from doing that. At a given signal unknown to me, one by one, the men started walking to the other direction following the highway north.
The image of the flagellant is something that stays in your mind, searing deep into one’s consciousness, ever present, like an apparition. I can’t just forget the sight: a starless and moonless night, the rather narrow streets illuminated with the yellowish glow of sodium lamps while people, albeit few, are going about their pre-dawn business. Some are tricycle drivers, smoking a few sticks of cigarette while chatting with fellow drivers while some are just lying on the top of their motorcycles, dozing off. The bakery is already well lighted, busy as the first batch of fresh pan de sal is finding its way to the glass display. Farther off the road, much less lighted, a lone figure, skirted with wilted banana leaves and hooded, is slowly trudging, hitting his back and bruising it. The click clacking breaks the silence as the flagellant turns left at a dim corner on his way to the church.
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