This is how it looked a few years back.




And this is how it looks now.



Fug? You betcha! And put in the non-stop all-day, all-night blaring karaoke to the mix and you've got yourself a nuisance per se.

We used to climb over those rocks to get to the tip and bask in the 270 degree view it afforded. Or when it was high tide, we'd take a banca and moor it near the point and clamber over the rocks to get to the top.

It used to be called "Kabagtingan" (bagting= sound a bell makes) because some of the rocks sounded like a gong when pounded with another rock. We'd bang on the rocks and pretend to call the Agta who supposedly lived in the cave under the rocks (I really believed there was an otherworldly creature who lived there because we once saw plates and spoons near the entrance of the cave! Of course they had to belong to the agta!!:p).

Another uncle used to just sit there for hours and imagine that he was the king of the ocean or some hocum like that:p

That fug structure just keeps on getting bigger and bigger every time I come back to my lolo's house. And it's right on top of the sea, which is public dominion and not susceptible to private ownership. Perhaps they weren't informed of such a small detail when they procured their permit to build? If they indeed have a permit...

I probably should just shut my trap and not ruffle any feathers, but it's difficult when I know that my grandparents really value the serenity of their surroundings. In fact, their daily ritual includes sitting along the beach and watching the sunset. But now, the view has been marred by The Fug.



Shame.