Draft a post with three parts, each unrelated to the another, but create a common thread between them by including the same item — an object, a symbol, a place — in each part.
The Journal Entry
I am already here at Cagsawa ruins.
And I timed it perfectly. Summer. No terrible storms to ruin my shoot and mud to ruin my sandals. I had a great breakfast this morning, to get through to lunch.
But such is my luck!
The clouds block the tip of the volcano. Well, yes, they’re not storm clouds. But clouds nonetheless. I wanted to take pictures of the volcano—not the volcano and the clouds. Just the volcano. Is it too much to ask for a perfect picture of the volcano?
Can’t I have even just one decent photo of volcano and only the volcano?
The Local Folklore
Cagsawa is one of the best places to view Mayon Volcano—from a safe distance.
On good days, one can see the whole volcano, from its tip down the slopes to the very plains of the province. But on other days, clouds cover parts of the volcano. It is said that, on those days when only a portion of the volcano could be seen, the old lovers are meeting again in this world and the man is covering the woman.
But be careful where you stand at Cagsawa. Though the ruins are intact, the loss of sandals there has been known to happen. And if it does, it is believed because you stared so much at the volcano.
The Unknown Truth
She is dead. My love is dead.
And there she lies, beneath an ever growing mound, past the plains of Cagsawa. What I would not give to see her, hold her, touch her, be with her again. What I would not exchange that she be alive again.
I have given her all. I really have given her all. And it is all with her in that grave.
No one could take it back. Not even me. For whenever I approach, the clouds appear. Even in death, he guards her, making sure I would never come close to her or take back what is rightfully mine.
What is rightfully mine? What is left for me? A ruined pair of sandals.
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I heard of another folklore about the Mayon volcano: if you didn’t see the tip of the volcano the very first time you laid your eyes on it, you’re not a virgin anymore. So, what can you say about this particular folklore? :3
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Wow! That’s new to me. I have no idea when I first saw the volcano–but I’m sure I was a preschooler then. More so, I have no idea if I saw the tip the first time. But that would be something: preschooler “loses virginity” to the volcano.
Thanks for the compliment!
Nice write …
Very nice entry especially the folk tale 🙂 If you may, you can also visit my blog entry on Cagsawa Park at http://pipoytheexplorer.wordpress.com/2014/06/22/cagsawa-park-in-daraga-albay-more-than-a-postcard-image/