If you've spent a good deal of your childhood here in Cebu, mainly in Cebu City, you’ve most likely been to the Basilica of Santo Niño, or plainly Sto. Niño (like the way we use to tell the jeepney driver where to drop us off). If you’re a non-Catholic, you’ve probably still by any chance passed by the Basilica while commuting. And of course, the grand Sinulog celebration have always revolved around the Santo Niño.
This article was originally posted on my now-gone blog (ImageBurner) on March 12, 2012.
|All photos by JML|
My old folks would at times recollect about how stubborn I was back then. Every time we’d attend mass at the Basilica on Sundays, the balloons back then were like an Alienware™ M18x to me now. Like they were the most incredible stuff in existence. But parents knows best. These balloons usually don’t last a week. They do nothing but float in the air. A waste of money. Yet to me, THEY WERE EFFIN’ BALLOOOOONS! Luckily, my parents we’re supportive as they are now back then. They’d buy me one every time we're there. At difficult times though, when the necessary have to take over the dispensable, they’d explain to me as to why we should skip on the inflatable. But what do I care? Tenacity would fire up on me at some of those times. I'd huff. And I'd puff. And get ignored.
As years passed by, I realized how dim-witted I was back then about balloons and their legendary ability to drift in open space. I guess we get boring as we age. Or maybe we’ve just piled up too many priorities in our heads burying the simple-minded versions of us 6-feet under. How about you my friend --- a Spongebob balloon perhaps?