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Sunday, February 13, 2011

How Far Can Your Ten Cents Go?

Mine can go as far as heaven.

No pun intended and no joking whatsoever.

I'm talking about Ten Cents to Heaven, the name of the resthouse where me and my law school classmates have been a few weeks ago for a brief out-of-town experience (or should I call stay-cation? hehe).

Can you read the sign?


The house in the highlands of Tanay, Rizal is designed and managed by my classmate's mother. She is more popularly known as Tita Lani, as we call her during our stay there, though her son (my classmate) would fondly call her in her initials, LQ. She was once a city hall employee in Pasig, and is known for her good PR skills and many contacts back then.

True enough, the house have accepted many visitors. In fact (fact #1), during our stay there, we happened to meet the congressman of Pasig who dropped by to visit Tita Lani.

Fact #2: the house has been used as sets for different TV shows, the most recent is 'Kahit Isang Saglit' with Jericho Rosales and Carmen Soo. Actually, the whole area in Tanay where the house was situated is a popular place for out-of-town shootings, tapings and pictorials.

Fact #3: Fifteen minutes away from the house is the rest house where former Pres. Joseph Estrada underwent house arrest for a few years. Too bad we were not able to visit the house, because we were all in a hurry to get home.


About the House

Ten Cents to Heaven is a house situated atop one of the high areas in Tanay. For that reason, the whole house is designed with walkways either going upwards or going downwards. For example, a V-shaped stairway  from the receiving area would lead to one of the cottages, with a large living room, four bedrooms (two of which are in the loft), dining room and a modern kitchen.

See that big red roof? That's the main house.


Another cottage is where some of the family members and household staff stay. It feels like one of the middle-class houses in the province, with almost everything made from wood and bamboo.

The room where we stayed is a separate bedroom from a stairway beside the receiving area. It was actually Tita Lani's room, but she was gracious enough for us to use it. It was like a hotel room in Baguio, with almost everything in the house made of wood.


Views from the room where we stayed in.


One distinct feature of the whole place is its many patios. There were four, according to those that I've seen. One is a circular patio with wooden furniture, another is a small square one with swing seats, another still is situated up above, with a view of the house and of Rizal, including Laguna de Bay, and the last is below our room, which serves as an outdoor dining area.

An unfinished patio (or is it? baka naman pinagtambakan lang)

The patio-slash-outdoor dining area


The big veranda. All of the benches here are actually swings. 


Two more patios. These are separated from the house itself, as in you have to go a few steps of stairs upwards to get in here.


But then wait till you see the areas around the house. It has a really vast garden, a playground (with a playhouse), a chapel, a plant nursery and a sunken swimming pool. And according to boyfie, the basement of the house even has a function room which can be used to host parties.

Chapel - outside view

Chapel - inside view

Kung ganito kaganda ang likod bahay mo, 'di ba? Why not?! Hahaha!

The view of the whole house. Ang ganda, devah?


Best of all, what we enjoyed the most in this place is the cool, crisp air of the mountains, reminiscent of that in Baguio. In fact, there are plans that if we ever go out of town again, we'll definitely go back here.

This is life! Woohoo!


And at ten cents? Not bad at all, 'cause that's all you need to get a piece of heaven on earth.

*photos taken with Samsung Star, courtesy of Don Ballesteros (oo, si boyfie mismo)


(apologies for the long hiatus. naghanap pa ang lola niyo ng magandang inspiration para sa isang malupet na blog post. hehehe.)

Monday, October 25, 2010

An Entry from a Diary of an Ex-Convict

Disclaimer: I wrote this 'entry' this morning at around 1AM, in between unkempt feelings, tears and swollen eyes. I'm feeling better now, probably because I've written off my feelings in this 'entry'. As I was reading this, I thought it's so blog-worthy, I should share this to you guys. So enjoy!


25 November


I'm sitting at a park bench, with a pen and a notebook in hand. Just like any other day, I'm all by myself. But then I'm used to it - after all, I've been living alone since I got free.

And just like any other day, people still stare at me whenever I pass the street. I could see some of them whisper at each other while looking into my eyes. I can't hear what they are saying, but I know it's me that I'm talking about.

There really is that social stigma attached to us - those few people who were once forfeited of their liberty for a conduct that is prohibited by human law. And that stigma always goes with you, even after your liberty is restored. But then I am only free physically. Everything else is enclosed in a cage.

When I first step foot outside, I'm filled with hope that I could start a new life, without caring much about my past. But later on, I found out that it is easier said than done. Because of the stigma attached to me, people shunned me, and try their best to stay away from me. And the thing is, I haven't done anything to them just yet. I volunteered to help them in any way that I can, just to prove my best intentions. But they just ignored me, it's like saying to me, 'I'd rather do this by myself than to have this done by someone like you.' And because people stay away from me, I practically don't have any friends.

So basically, I'm alone, lonely and with no company. These were the time that I would have sleepless nights just staring at the ceiling while I lay in my bed, thinking of my colleagues whom I have left behind. Then the words that they told me before I left keep playing in my mind:

'Try your best to forget about us. Start a new life, make new friends, get a girl, get married, have kids - do anything. Just don't do anything that will make you go back here.'

But why is it so hard to forget you guys, and that place? Why is it so hard to start a new life? Is it because I feel like I don't belong in my new world, and I will never belong here? Is it because I miss you and our bittersweet days? Is it because the people around me are not used to being close to a person like me?

Is it because no matter what I do, no matter what I gain in the future, I could never escape my past - the fact that I was once an ex-convict?

Yes, I may be free, physically. But I could never be free from my past, free from people's discrimination, free from uncertainty in my future, free from all the things associated to my imprisonment.

Oh, well. I don't care about that now. Anyway, I don't trust them, the people around me. They can't even get close to me and make an effort to know them better, so why should I trust them? I can manage to live by myself. I can manage to build my own destiny, now that I'm outside the bars.

I hope I really could...

Because without anyone trusting me, what else is left of me?