Pinto, finally

pintoSo last weekend me and the girls finally got to check out Pinto Arts Museum, one of Antipolo City’s newest tourist attractions. Emphasis on “finally”: when friends from as far as Singapore and Dubai have been to Pinto and yet we, who live just a few kilometers away, have not, something is amiss. We decided to rectify that last Sunday.

First impression of the place: it’s effin’ huge, man. I was expecting one building housing all the arts and artifacts and stuff, but apparently there’s more. Aside from the actual museum, there were also galleries, gardens, a meditation area (under renovation during our visit), chapel, a cafè and a theater. A newbie could easily get lost in the maze. Thankfully, a map is provided at the entrance. It was helpful, especially if you’re looking for the nearest CR.

Anyway, will not go into details. Blogs about Pinto Arts Museum are dime-a-dozen. I’ll just say that if you dig arts, and old things, and culture — or you just fancy watching young pretty out-of-towners snap photos of themselves — you’ll be at home in this place.

Playlist: AsphyxLast One on Earth; Terra NovaCome Alive


A reunion of sorts


Highlight of my weekend was hanging out with my college friends in Amadeo, Cavite. It was fun, although we weren’t there to have fun but to pay our respects to L__’s mother, who died Saturday last week. She was a gracious woman whom we fondly remember for her hospitality  during our college days, when we — a bunch of state university freeloaders— would crash at their place for days, consuming their grub and destroying their provincial peace. It was full-blast nostalgia when I stepped into their house yesterday for the first time in many years. Very little has change. Once our home away from home, it was still as homey as ever. If it weren’t for the casket and the funeral flowers and the bright lights, it would’ve felt like we were still in college.

Life. It’s sad that it has to end someday.

And it’s equally sadder that our little Saturday get-together was made possible by somebody dying. Indeed. What were once unapologetic freeloaders who had nothing but time, are now busy bees with families and jobs and weekend OT…