Cottage For Sale

Finally, I am back home, and yet, my heart is somewhere else, leaving Boracay was heartbreaking. I always find it hard to pack my bags when my vacation is nearing its end, all kind of excuses arise, either the clothes I have washed are still yet to dry, or I have to still take more photos of the celebrities needed by my editor in the magazine, but I thing is for sure, I will prolong my stay in Boracay. I have been doing this assignment for Star Studio Magazine, and I must admit, even if it doesn’t pay well, at least I get to reimburse part of my vacation, get to hang out with the celebs, and be a celeb myself (that is as far as the store attendants of my favorite magazine stand is concerned, they already know me thanks to my name in the magazine’s editorial staffbox). As mentioned in my previous blog post, my calendar is divided into just 3 season, the UAAP basketball season, Christmas and of course, the summer. The onset of La Nina this year will surely affect my activities, I still have to cover 2 more events in Boracay, the Nestea Beach Volley (which I haven’t missed for the past 11 years) and the Century Tuna Beach Bods (going on its 2nd year). Thank God Mossimo Beach Summit has stopped doing Boracay or else, my calendar will be crammed in 2 months. I have seen the island, during the peak season as well as during the rainy season, and I have a love/hate relationship with it. The first time was magical, no bars except Charles,Summerplace Bazzura, Cocomangas and Beachcomber, one has to bring a flashlight since stretch of the beachfront from Station 3 to 1 has no buildings, thus, it was really dark especially where Nora’s Resort used to be, which is now the mammoth D’Mall, and the beachfront was totally deserted by midnight. Today, the island has become one big stretch of bars and restaurants, a noisy place to be in especially if one wanted to rest and getaway from everyone, it has become a place to see and be seen. I am home now, with my 2 stinking dogs and staring at the skyline from the window of my 28th floor unit, I can’t help but wonder, I do love the city but loves the beach better. Maybe it is time to sell the room with a view and buy the house with the beachfront. As my ex said, maybe it is time to move on, and how dare him say that, I replied that it was easy for him since I was left with this place and in here, our memories were formed. Memories are like scars, only that it is something that is on the mind and has no visible keloids in our skin. The song below perfectly embodies what I feel about everything.


A Cottage for Sale
Frank Sinatra, Guy Lombardo

A little dream castle
With every dream gone
Is lonely and silent
The shades are all drawn
And my heart is heavy
As I gaze upon
A cottage for sale
The lawn we were proud of
Is waving in hay
A beautiful garden
Has withered away
Where you planted roses
The weeds seem to say
A cottage for sale
From every single window
I see your face
But when I reach the window
There's empty space
The key's in the mailbox
The same as before
But no one is waiting
For me anymore
The end of our story
Is there on the door
A cottage for sale