Some of some

Went to Heritage in a bike tonight. Did it passed the arrogant big buses with horns that ring like monsters' growls.

Within 8 slow minutes, I got there at Heritage's, just in time to catch the last of the Halloween parade. The parade closed with an ambulance with a driver who wears a Grim's mask and when it exited at the 4th crossing, onlookers soon attacked the souvenir shops and cameras flashed in all directions as tourists picked their spots. They will surely post those pictures in Facebook and earn everyone's envy because they've been to Vigan's Heritage.

And I biked and biked. I circled the crossings and felt the cobblestones' mini-friction with the bike's wheels. Then I saw my companions turning in my direction; it was the end of my biking moments. In a few seconds, the bike was claimed by its owner.

I left Heritage in heavy footsteps as the bike owner did its usual tricks on the bike. Limping, jumping some inches up the ground.

Then we flagged down a tricycle and went home. It was the Halloween Night of 2010. Some biking, Some parade. Some walking. Some of some.

Sanity Breaks

Sanity breaks, I used to call them. Insomnia started the whole thing. At odd hours, I'd nag my housemates to take walks and most of the time, we would find ourselves at the best hang out in Vigan, which is at Herigate Village. We would walk Vigan streets, with cigarette smokes filling our lungs and balut to make up for hours of walking.

Heritage with its cobblestone streets and cozy streetlights saw us in many night and midnight walks. And how hard we laughed at things as we let the hours slip by peeping at antique stores and wooden statues.

Stories were endless and our laughter were the only thing that filled Heritage's silent streets.

And then, things got busier. We moved to different places, only seeing each other when time permits. Those night and midnight walks became less frequent.

Tonight, we revisited Heritage. And much has changed. At least, for the better. But, despite it all, the stories remain endless. But, with so much to do, we can't afford that much time to hang out together.

At ten p.m., it was time to go. Ah, all things change and in those changes, the bond only gets stronger no matter how less we get to see each other.

For one, we share the same struggles. And these are more than enough reasons to keep coming back. Heritage Village to me will always be best place for sanity breaks.