Down Starmall Lane, along a laid back business center, my three haggard-looking friends and I climb up steep stairs to find respite at Banahaw Healing Center. Soon after purchasing service, we were led into a feet-washing room, an almost too dark a corner alley; one could not see well anything, but movements of their bodies like flickering shadows. Soon after, each of us was led to a faintly-lighted cubicle housing nothing more, but a single bench-like bed to lie on, a plastic bin to secure personal effects, and a hook to hang clothes. I wasn't sure of the body kneading I might get from my assigned masseuse, but I went along for the encounter. Soon, Filipina therapist Kris began to work her fingers and hands on my upper and lower back, applying long and short, but precise stroking and denting of my body pressure points. All hour-long session, I was comparing her work on my arms, my shoulders and legs with that of Shawn, my 'states-side' body therapist whose skill and expertise unbridingly soothed and healed my physical aches and pains with confidence. It was unfair I did put Kris and Shawn's work side by side. One charged $75.00, and the other a meager Php650.00, roughly $12.00, less tips. The therapy sessions had incomparably different indulgent healing effects on my wearied body. I was grateful that Shawn and Kris, coming from widely varied training experiences, were both able to comfort my battered physique!
Monday, April 27, 2015
Respite
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Down Starmall Lane, along a laid back business center, my three haggard-looking friends and I climb up steep stairs to find respite at Banahaw Healing Center. Soon after purchasing service, we were led into a feet-washing room, an almost too dark a corner alley; one could not see well anything, but movements of their bodies like flickering shadows. Soon after, each of us was led to a faintly-lighted cubicle housing nothing more, but a single bench-like bed to lie on, a plastic bin to secure personal effects, and a hook to hang clothes. I wasn't sure of the body kneading I might get from my assigned masseuse, but I went along for the encounter. Soon, Filipina therapist Kris began to work her fingers and hands on my upper and lower back, applying long and short, but precise stroking and denting of my body pressure points. All hour-long session, I was comparing her work on my arms, my shoulders and legs with that of Shawn, my 'states-side' body therapist whose skill and expertise unbridingly soothed and healed my physical aches and pains with confidence. It was unfair I did put Kris and Shawn's work side by side. One charged $75.00, and the other a meager Php650.00, roughly $12.00, less tips. The therapy sessions had incomparably different indulgent healing effects on my wearied body. I was grateful that Shawn and Kris, coming from widely varied training experiences, were both able to comfort my battered physique!
Down Starmall Lane, along a laid back business center, my three haggard-looking friends and I climb up steep stairs to find respite at Banahaw Healing Center. Soon after purchasing service, we were led into a feet-washing room, an almost too dark a corner alley; one could not see well anything, but movements of their bodies like flickering shadows. Soon after, each of us was led to a faintly-lighted cubicle housing nothing more, but a single bench-like bed to lie on, a plastic bin to secure personal effects, and a hook to hang clothes. I wasn't sure of the body kneading I might get from my assigned masseuse, but I went along for the encounter. Soon, Filipina therapist Kris began to work her fingers and hands on my upper and lower back, applying long and short, but precise stroking and denting of my body pressure points. All hour-long session, I was comparing her work on my arms, my shoulders and legs with that of Shawn, my 'states-side' body therapist whose skill and expertise unbridingly soothed and healed my physical aches and pains with confidence. It was unfair I did put Kris and Shawn's work side by side. One charged $75.00, and the other a meager Php650.00, roughly $12.00, less tips. The therapy sessions had incomparably different indulgent healing effects on my wearied body. I was grateful that Shawn and Kris, coming from widely varied training experiences, were both able to comfort my battered physique!
Lost
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Waddling, he came through the gate and the front door. His eyes were glazed. His face flustered and pinkish red. His breath strongly reeked in cheap-smelling alcohol. He did not bother to extend a polite greeting towards everyone he came upon in the room; from the entry gate, he dashed through the front, and then the kitchen doors as if he had something to hide. You could tell he wished he were able to walk unnoticed through doors and among folks he lived with in the house. His guardian first mutely stood at sight; she did not expect a repeat of the going and coming home in drunken stupor. What followed next was a heated scolding ... one he wished he could have been spared because like other times, he knew he would wildly respond again in disrespectful demeanor. He did retort... yelling and expressing disgust over the child-like reprimand; all hell broke loose next. Arguments, accusations, and denials unleashed like one tornadic event, a repeat of repeats, just like it happened many times before. This was nothing different from all previous awkward exchanges of anger and disgust. What did he and she expect? They should have known that like all other times, alcoholic spirits taint civil dispositions.
Waddling, he came through the gate and the front door. His eyes were glazed. His face flustered and pinkish red. His breath strongly reeked in cheap-smelling alcohol. He did not bother to extend a polite greeting towards everyone he came upon in the room; from the entry gate, he dashed through the front, and then the kitchen doors as if he had something to hide. You could tell he wished he were able to walk unnoticed through doors and among folks he lived with in the house. His guardian first mutely stood at sight; she did not expect a repeat of the going and coming home in drunken stupor. What followed next was a heated scolding ... one he wished he could have been spared because like other times, he knew he would wildly respond again in disrespectful demeanor. He did retort... yelling and expressing disgust over the child-like reprimand; all hell broke loose next. Arguments, accusations, and denials unleashed like one tornadic event, a repeat of repeats, just like it happened many times before. This was nothing different from all previous awkward exchanges of anger and disgust. What did he and she expect? They should have known that like all other times, alcoholic spirits taint civil dispositions.
Servanthood
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Shortly after he wakes and does his morning hygienic rituals, he gets his stomach-fill of meager bread and some sort of spread, along with a cup of sugared coffee, and then he religiously embarks on his chores. Equipped with a rag, some disinfectant, and a pail of soapy water, he assumes an almost dutiful tidying, best he knows to do, of the bathroom his adoptive parent uses. Predictably, he finishes in exactly half an hour, and then he picks up a broom, sweeps the living space floor, and mops it. He swiftly moves on to the upkeep of the front and back outdoor spaces he shares with her. He is by no means a hired help in the household, but there he is ... day in and day out, assuming a role of servitude to her as if his feeding, his existence and his survival depended on whether or not chores were begun and completed to her scrutiny, satisfaction, and reward.
Shortly after he wakes and does his morning hygienic rituals, he gets his stomach-fill of meager bread and some sort of spread, along with a cup of sugared coffee, and then he religiously embarks on his chores. Equipped with a rag, some disinfectant, and a pail of soapy water, he assumes an almost dutiful tidying, best he knows to do, of the bathroom his adoptive parent uses. Predictably, he finishes in exactly half an hour, and then he picks up a broom, sweeps the living space floor, and mops it. He swiftly moves on to the upkeep of the front and back outdoor spaces he shares with her. He is by no means a hired help in the household, but there he is ... day in and day out, assuming a role of servitude to her as if his feeding, his existence and his survival depended on whether or not chores were begun and completed to her scrutiny, satisfaction, and reward.
Madonna&Child
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A ninety-year old woman charges his seventy year-old ward to supper; he quickly acts and pleasantly obliges her with an almost excited indulgence. She tells him to put on the table his place-setting, and to fill his plate with freshly made or yesterday's left-over rice; next, she spoon-serves into a bowl for him … a meager portion of the one-dish meal she took time to prepare. You could tell from his obligatory obedience to her prodding that this was an interaction long established. You could observe as well from the almost calculated movement and exchange of action-reaction that this was not only a rhythmic act, but one into which they have, in a long while, stepped into and perfectly danced.
A ninety-year old woman charges his seventy year-old ward to supper; he quickly acts and pleasantly obliges her with an almost excited indulgence. She tells him to put on the table his place-setting, and to fill his plate with freshly made or yesterday's left-over rice; next, she spoon-serves into a bowl for him … a meager portion of the one-dish meal she took time to prepare. You could tell from his obligatory obedience to her prodding that this was an interaction long established. You could observe as well from the almost calculated movement and exchange of action-reaction that this was not only a rhythmic act, but one into which they have, in a long while, stepped into and perfectly danced.
Friday, April 17, 2015
Dirt-Shock
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You could easily survey with your eyes the entire house you arrive into and tell that its occupants either have turned their eyes blind on its upkeep or simply did not have respectable care for the place you loaned them as home for a good nine years almost. You could quickly spot the built up stains on the walls everywhere. Especially annoying with this ‘eye-walk’ are the spattered stains and marks you could not miss (from who knows where they came from), and the grime around the kitchen sink, the tiled counters surrounding it, and the splatter areas where an old stove and mini cookers sit. You could not likewise miss the almost diminished caulking between tile work, now replaced by an utterly ugly mix of dirt and grease. You almost do not want your skin to get nowhere near it thinking it might send you to your sickbed. You make it a point to slug that scene off, and then you force your eyes to roam somewhere else, but they anyway end up scrutinizing ledges all around the now vacant space thick with dust; aged dust, that is, which almost appears as if it were an intentional paint design now. Windows into which you look have the same sorry lot. Seeing through it is a chore because of the barrier stamp, cloud-like, and permanently-etched film that found its niche there for good. Cupboards and cabinets, where they stand, have the same unspeakable state of neglect and abuse. Worse … and far-sickening than all you’ve found is your discovery of a 'corner roach motel' at the top-most part of a wardrobe drawer, along with far settled inch-thick dust. You could almost understand the meaningless question constructs ofWhy's, or How’s this battered condition of the house came to be. You might as well drop the search for answers to utter neglect you encounter. You best not even ask. If you want to use again this house you find in bleak care and disarray, you best get boldly committed to work with your energy boosters and hands. Realize too that the chore ahead does take time to accomplish!
You could easily survey with your eyes the entire house you arrive into and tell that its occupants either have turned their eyes blind on its upkeep or simply did not have respectable care for the place you loaned them as home for a good nine years almost. You could quickly spot the built up stains on the walls everywhere. Especially annoying with this ‘eye-walk’ are the spattered stains and marks you could not miss (from who knows where they came from), and the grime around the kitchen sink, the tiled counters surrounding it, and the splatter areas where an old stove and mini cookers sit. You could not likewise miss the almost diminished caulking between tile work, now replaced by an utterly ugly mix of dirt and grease. You almost do not want your skin to get nowhere near it thinking it might send you to your sickbed. You make it a point to slug that scene off, and then you force your eyes to roam somewhere else, but they anyway end up scrutinizing ledges all around the now vacant space thick with dust; aged dust, that is, which almost appears as if it were an intentional paint design now. Windows into which you look have the same sorry lot. Seeing through it is a chore because of the barrier stamp, cloud-like, and permanently-etched film that found its niche there for good. Cupboards and cabinets, where they stand, have the same unspeakable state of neglect and abuse. Worse … and far-sickening than all you’ve found is your discovery of a 'corner roach motel' at the top-most part of a wardrobe drawer, along with far settled inch-thick dust. You could almost understand the meaningless question constructs ofWhy's, or How’s this battered condition of the house came to be. You might as well drop the search for answers to utter neglect you encounter. You best not even ask. If you want to use again this house you find in bleak care and disarray, you best get boldly committed to work with your energy boosters and hands. Realize too that the chore ahead does take time to accomplish!
Tub-Crime
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At the end of a grueling day, nothing is more soothing to a weary body than a warm water bath. You almost dream about such an experience. Not this very night though. Tonight, you would have to tolerate the built-up grime on the bathtub's wall and bed, along with its creepy, ugly and sickening splendor, 'ad nauseum'. Tonight, you also get to make do with much worse - a smelly, cold and muddled water flow from the spigot! A dual crime plot like that, by all measure, is the worst crime you could impose on someone's body and soul after almost twenty seven thousand miles of tiresome air travel.
At the end of a grueling day, nothing is more soothing to a weary body than a warm water bath. You almost dream about such an experience. Not this very night though. Tonight, you would have to tolerate the built-up grime on the bathtub's wall and bed, along with its creepy, ugly and sickening splendor, 'ad nauseum'. Tonight, you also get to make do with much worse - a smelly, cold and muddled water flow from the spigot! A dual crime plot like that, by all measure, is the worst crime you could impose on someone's body and soul after almost twenty seven thousand miles of tiresome air travel.
Impact
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Indeed, a house is not a home. It simply is a structure that provides protection from weather-related elements, and man-made life threats. After a tiresome flight from US west to Asia east, you come to such a house which used to be your very own little abode, in the heart of Metro Manila. Though somewhat clutter-cleared now, the numerous wall cracks, rusty window grill stains, scratches and dents, wear-and-tear aging, grime and filth build-up could no longer hide. The house, now almost rid of immaterial family-collected possessions, stands empty, yet its lack of common sense care or total neglect slams at you, gawks at you, and hits you hard down in your stomach pit.
Indeed, a house is not a home. It simply is a structure that provides protection from weather-related elements, and man-made life threats. After a tiresome flight from US west to Asia east, you come to such a house which used to be your very own little abode, in the heart of Metro Manila. Though somewhat clutter-cleared now, the numerous wall cracks, rusty window grill stains, scratches and dents, wear-and-tear aging, grime and filth build-up could no longer hide. The house, now almost rid of immaterial family-collected possessions, stands empty, yet its lack of common sense care or total neglect slams at you, gawks at you, and hits you hard down in your stomach pit.
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