Weekend Wanderings: Celestial Gardens

To be honest, I don’t think this place was made for sightseeing. Considering the graves neatly lined in this vast place, it is evidently a memorial park. This did not stop me from exploring the place though.

Please don’t get me wrong, I mean no disrespect to the dead. In fact, I envy them. No, I don’t envy their dead state, I envy their view. The dearly departed seemed to have the best view of the city. Now, i feel like a loser 

I mean, just look at this view!

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Now, do you agree with me? Trust me, the dead has a better view than I have. Imagine waking up to that view everyday (not that they will wake up) and seeing the sunrise with Cebu city’s skyline. It would be awesome.

This is not the only thing you can see in this place though. When my internet connection is better, I’ll post the other photos. For now, I hope you enjoy the view.

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*I apologize for any spelling or grammatical errors. Proofreading via mobile is a challenge for me.*

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Temple of Leah: A Monument of Love

Often when someone tells you they will build you a castle as a symbol of their undying love, they do not mean that literally. Well, here in Cebu, someone did just that. He didn’t build a castle for his one true love, he built her a temple.

I have often been skeptical about undying love. I have always questioned the possibility of loving someone forever. Well, seeing the scale and grandeur of the Temple of Leah made me think that maybe, just maybe, there really is such a thing as forever.

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With its greek-inspired architecture and intricate designs, the whole place looked like a movie set. It makes you momentarily forget you’re still in the Philippines. When I visited the place, a large part is still under construction but it already looked timeless.

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What a way to show your love! When you see the magnificent view, the sculptures and the artistic design of the place, you can’t help but be amazed.

Imagine the time, effort and money it took to build this temple of love? The goddesses of Olympus must be jealous.

Here’s a sampling:

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So next time you visit Cebu City, don’t forget to visit this place. See it for yourself!

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*I apologize for any spelling or grammatical errors. Proofreading via mobile is a challenge for me.*

Cebu’s Hidden Treasure: Kabang Falls

I am glad that despite all the “developments” happening around us, a place like this still remains. A pocket of beauty in a world that slowly turns into a sea of concrete and steel.

Safely hidden in a forest most people didn’t know exist, is a world that is so different you wouldn’t believe you are still in the city. When I see places like this, unmarred by industrial development, I can see hope. Perhaps, we may still be able to preserve something for our future generation. Perhaps our children will still experience nature as it actually is instead of the commercially developed “adventures” nature parks offer.

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Reminds me of LOTR. I half expect an elf to appear.

Reminds me of LOTR. I half expect an elf to appear.

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I tried to put into writing the feeling of being there and experiencing all of it. I’m afraid words fail me. Perhaps you would like to visit the place instead and experience it for yourself.

Flashback: Mambucal Edition

I don’t know what Facebook is trying to say but I’ve been seeing reposts of posts liked or commented years and years ago. Browsing through, I found some albums that I uploaded before. Here are some photos I took before. All these were taken using my Kodak MD30 digital camera sometime in February of 2011 at Mambucal Resort, Murcia, Negros Occidental.

A man-made lake at the center of the resort.

A man-made lake at the center of the resort.


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The second falls, Mambucal Resorts. *via MD30*

The second falls, Mambucal Resorts.
*via MD30*

The resort is around 45mins to an hour from Bacolod city via passenger jeepneys that acts like mini buses. Mambucal is a highland resort with 7 majestic falls to boast of. It’s a good place for people who likes to go on a hike. If you do however, be prepared for the trail. It is steep and sometimes slippery. You can do it in one morning actually as it is not very far.

If you don’t like hiking or not a fan of waterfalls, the resort also has swimming pools; one regular and one hot spring. You can also walk around the resort and see the sulfur pools, the butterfly farm or the beautiful flowers displayed along the way. In the late afternoons, you can go bat watching if you are into that sort of thing.

When I was living in Bacolod, I used to go there for my restday hikes. The view alone on the way to the resort is enough to clear my mind. 🙂

I Don’t Have A Heart.

I’ve lost my heart a long time ago. I don’t have most of it anymore. I broke it into pieces and gave it away.

Funny but I noticed that the more I give away the pieces, the bigger it seemed to get. I mean, I’ve given away so much but I still have some pieces left. I always have pieces left. It makes me wonder how many million pieces it broke into.

Five years ago I left a part of my heart somewhere in Region XI. I lived for years with only part of my heart until two years ago when I “accidentally” left a huge chunk somewhere in the cold mountains of northern Luzon. Now I’m not sure where most of it are but I think I left it somewhere around here…

Looks familiar?

Looks familiar?

It’s a place known for this…

Via Blackberry.

Via Blackberry.

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Over the years, as I slowly give pieces of my heart away I realized something. When you give out pieces of your heart, it doesn’t make it broken or less of a heart. In fact, the more pieces you give away the bigger it seemed to get. I’m not sure how this works but I don’t think this follows any scientific principles. It’s probably math right? I don’t understand math that much and only math gives me this queasy, nauseous feeling and this feels like math to me.

So now my heart is everywhere. Blown by the very same wind that brought me to the places I have loved without reserve and to the people who got some of the pieces although I distinctly remember not giving them any.

PMA Silent Drill 02.2014. *nope, this is not the one we’re talking about.*

PMA Silent Drill 02.2014.
*nope, this is not the one we’re talking about.*

My heart is gone. It now belongs to the world. It belong to the places I’ve been to and the people I met along the way. Or at least most of it. I still have some pieces left, would you like one?