inglorious wanderer

I couldn't help thinking of Seal while at the river bed. Not his scarred face but his song. I mean the song he revived. "I was born by the river, in a little tent. Oh and just like the river I have been running eversince." The song was written by Sam Cooke. I can relate with the song. I was born by the river. Not in a little tent but in a town called Bauang in the northern part of a country in Southeast Asia by the China sea. Bauang in Ilocano refers to the opening of a river that split into two. Ilocano is my ethno-linguistic group. I grew up by the river until I plucked up myself from that little barrio by the river. "A change is gonna come!" That's the title of the song revived by Seal. As for the change, it did come to many of us who were born in that little barrio by the river. The change came by environmental modification. In a way, we ran away. We had the chance as we turned our back. We had fun. we took pictures we got stuck But we do expect the w...

After the sorrowful mysteries comes the glorious mysteries and there I was on the trails with my ejaculations. "Mother and San, mountains of Saint Michael, pray for us!" The best day to hike is on Sundays. Ejaculations add meaning to bagging peaks and holy summits. Chula Vista means beautiful view in English. Mother Miguel and San Miguel are two mountains in Chula Vista, a San Diego county city located 7 miles north of the Mexican border. Dios Mio! What a Chula Vista! Oh my gut. What does it mean? My Stendhal Syndrome is real. They are not faked ejaculations. I am referring to very short sporadic prayers of course. Jesus, Mary and Joseph! What's on your mind? Oh, Mexico! It sounds so sweet with the sun sinking low. Moon's so bright to light up the night to make everything alright.There's the communion song on my mind. El candor pasa! I have always considered Mexico as part of North America in the context of NAFTA. I have always believed that Native American...

There she is in the front row. I knew it was the San Diego by Foot meetup group. I wanted to make sure so I asked the female hiker wearing red shorts if it was the right group I was with. I wished Xing signed up for the group but I knew she would be at the Santa Ysabel Preserve hike at the very moment. I should have been with the group hiking to Lawson Peak myself. But it was a morning after and I did not want to go to a strenous hike nor drive 50 miles to Santa Ysabel. I was resigned to joining a group hiking to a location 5 miles west of my home turf. The photo was uploaded by Juicy. The photo reminded me of my attempt to find the waterfall five years ago. I was following the trail and thought I was going further and further with no waterfall signs in sight. Along the way, I made a wrong turn and I ended up making my own trail. I realized I couldn't even track my way back to where I made the wrong turn. I crawled my way out of the bushes at the first sight of a residential are...