Today I dealt with my restlessness by choosing to go to Park Square 1 and do some window shopping. Well, not really. I ended up buying 2 magazines on digital photography and a long overdue camera bag. I bought my Canon 350D in 2005 for our family's first Europe trip together. I'm not sure if I was able to do justice to the trip because I never really did anything much with the photos I took except post it up Multiply. There are times when I feel that living on the Internet is a subtle form of cowardice. You post photos in Multiply because you can't hang them on a gallery wall. You write prose on Blogger because you can't get it published somewhere.
There is still something really quite distinct with printed and tangible art.
Anyway, I am drifting.
The overdue camera bag was supposed to have been for that trip too but we didn't have time to find any and Park Square 1 was far from where I always am in the city to just go there and buy one. But today, I decided to go. I didn't go there for that particular purpose. I actually went there to see if there were any second hand DSLRs because Javi's finally gotten hold of the photographer spirit that Adi and I had been trying to rub off on him for the past 5 months.
First of all, something's gotta be straightened out about Park Square 1. Park Square 1 was the first ever parking lot I've parked since I started my corporate life 8 years ago. They charged 20 pesos on a flat rate (compared to 120 pesos nowadays for a whole day). It was about a 15 minute walk to get to my office. I remember how empty the mall stalls were when I'd arrive at around 7:45 in the morning. I'd get a whiff of Dunkin Donuts on the street and the traffic was easygoing. I remember I'd enjoy the morning sun with it's light hues shining upon the Makati walkway that crossed Landmark, Makati Avenue, Greenbelt, and Dela Rosa Street to Enterprise Center.
Those were the days when I could actually say that I didn't mind being in the corporate world. Funny how things change after almost a decade.
After almost a decade after, I can't bear walking down Ayala Avenue so I had to take a car and parking now is 40 pesos for the first 4 hours. But the parking lot walls were familiar and there were memories that floated by as I went down the stairs to the ground floor. I always feel a little bit of hauntedness when I go to a place I used frequent. It's funny. I had to stand still for a while just to make sure that I won't travel back in time.
I wonder what it is about me that digs into memories like that. They're not significant ones. Just those you tuck away like receipts in your wallet or post-its in your old planner.
I enjoyed walking around seeing all the gadgets. There were a lot and it made me long for the money to buy them all. I saw the little iPod speaker that one of my friends had that I greatly admired because it had really great quality. I saw camera lenses being sold in a shop at the far end. I saw a lot of cameras on sale with payment terms for credit card purchases (0% interest).
Why does living have to revolve around money? (sigh).
Despite that, I got what I needed and I was happy that I was able to control the urge to splurge. I was also happy to just have simply gotten out of my cooped up office corner and see an old place that was once a familiar part of my day.
There is still something really quite distinct with printed and tangible art.
Anyway, I am drifting.
The overdue camera bag was supposed to have been for that trip too but we didn't have time to find any and Park Square 1 was far from where I always am in the city to just go there and buy one. But today, I decided to go. I didn't go there for that particular purpose. I actually went there to see if there were any second hand DSLRs because Javi's finally gotten hold of the photographer spirit that Adi and I had been trying to rub off on him for the past 5 months.
First of all, something's gotta be straightened out about Park Square 1. Park Square 1 was the first ever parking lot I've parked since I started my corporate life 8 years ago. They charged 20 pesos on a flat rate (compared to 120 pesos nowadays for a whole day). It was about a 15 minute walk to get to my office. I remember how empty the mall stalls were when I'd arrive at around 7:45 in the morning. I'd get a whiff of Dunkin Donuts on the street and the traffic was easygoing. I remember I'd enjoy the morning sun with it's light hues shining upon the Makati walkway that crossed Landmark, Makati Avenue, Greenbelt, and Dela Rosa Street to Enterprise Center.
Those were the days when I could actually say that I didn't mind being in the corporate world. Funny how things change after almost a decade.
After almost a decade after, I can't bear walking down Ayala Avenue so I had to take a car and parking now is 40 pesos for the first 4 hours. But the parking lot walls were familiar and there were memories that floated by as I went down the stairs to the ground floor. I always feel a little bit of hauntedness when I go to a place I used frequent. It's funny. I had to stand still for a while just to make sure that I won't travel back in time.
I wonder what it is about me that digs into memories like that. They're not significant ones. Just those you tuck away like receipts in your wallet or post-its in your old planner.
I enjoyed walking around seeing all the gadgets. There were a lot and it made me long for the money to buy them all. I saw the little iPod speaker that one of my friends had that I greatly admired because it had really great quality. I saw camera lenses being sold in a shop at the far end. I saw a lot of cameras on sale with payment terms for credit card purchases (0% interest).
Why does living have to revolve around money? (sigh).
Despite that, I got what I needed and I was happy that I was able to control the urge to splurge. I was also happy to just have simply gotten out of my cooped up office corner and see an old place that was once a familiar part of my day.
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