overly romantic, it's laughable

I want to make sure I bring all the stuff I need when I go out on a trip so I list down the things I have to pack. This is a list I made on our trip to Argao and I've been using it on the following treks I've had, adding whatever stuff I need.

One of the things I almost always bring with me is a book or any reading material and/or a notebook where I can draw or write stuff.  It's true what they say: boredom kills. And this is my way of hanging on to dear life. (Okay, that was cheesy.)

Packing for the recent trek I had was hurried. I was currently reading a thick novel but I didn't want to bring anything big and heavy so I grabbed this small novel (novella?) I had in my shelf: Bridges of Madison County.

It was so short at around 150 pages with huge font -- talk about stretching the length of the novel -- that I finished half of it during the frequent breaks we had. I had the impression that it was a good book coz the awesome Clint Eastwood made a film adaptation about it. I was wrong. It was overly romantic, too cheesy I thought some rats were trying to attack me. I hate the story. Wife of a decent husband falls in love with a stranger she met for four days while her family was away on a trip. She and stranger part ways and never meet again but their love never faded even until their death decades after. asdfjkl!!!!

Too sensational, too cinematic. I wanted to crumple the pages and burn the book. 
It's terrible. I'm no moralist but it amuses me that this book became so popular because they had an affair.

Unless you want to feel angry and dumb and wanting to poke your eyes for reading such horrible stuff, don't read it.

For Old Time's Sake

Nothing beats the first group. We're in second year now and with different groups but we still find time to get together. Spontaneously, at that. Groupmate tells you, "Come at D's condo, we're having a party. Exclusive!" and you just can't won't shan't want to miss it. 

Med school gets a little less stressful when you have awesome classmates.

More photos below the cut!

Budlaan River Trek

After plenty of turning down invites for the outdoors I finally had the time to join one.

I went river trekking and rock climbing in Budlaan Falls in Talamban on a cloudy/rainy/sunny Sunday. I first met these people at a Basic Mountaineering Course held last month. The weather was just fine when the group rendezvoused in the morning but when we reached our drop off at Baugo it started to drizzle and then it rained hard. Our guide/leader surveyed the area and tried to weigh between doing Kan-Irag or push through with the river trek.

We did the river trek.

My camera's LCD was broken so I was shooting through the viewfinder the whole time with no reviewing and stuff. I'm glad the photos came out good.

Some girl's feet swimming in coffee.

Because of the rain the water was brown. It wasn't really dirty. Just muddy. On normal days the river and waterfalls look like this.

There were lots of rocks and boulders and plants and insects along the way.

Sometimes we had to cross the river and the current was quite strong and along with that, some rock climbing and rapelling. There were lots of ropes involved. That guy on the left was our guide, Aaron. 

I don't know what's up with those strips of white shades on the photos. 

Mighty waterfalls. I have so much love for fresh water. =)  

I don't really know the names of the waterfalls. There were probably three or four that we passed by. This one was the biggest, it was majestic. Well, it wouldn't have been so if it weren't for the rain. Otherwise it would have looked like (this).

Those are water hoses. And that's Neeru. Or was it Jerson? I was only sure of one name among the people in the group:  Paw Paw who helped me bigtime.

Now, this is where the magic happened that day.

The ropes were extremely important. Someone said this is the part where you learn to appreciate your life. It didn't really apply to any of us until the "magic" happened. I don't want to talk about it. I just want to tell you this: think twice about river trekking if it's raining hard, ergo, when it floods. 

This is the part where I finished a quarter of a short novel I brought with me. The group was moving slow and there were lots of waiting time in between it would dry your eyes out. It was an ugly book I brought. So ugly I think I'll tell you about it later.

Brisk walking back to Baugo. Racing the sunset.

We were way behind schedule. We were supposed to end up in Busay but it was getting dark already so they decided that we just go back to Baugo where we dropped off. I love walking trails--at dusk at that. And I was practically silent most of the time. #shytype. I would have been the opposite if my trek buddy, Rochelle, went. She had other plans. I miss her a lot. Like a lot, a lot.

This trek was so cheap I only spent less than 50 pesos. And I got a huge ugly bruise as a souvenir. It's so colorful it's like I have a rainbow tattooed on my left knee.

Friday Redemption

For a student who had a week of mental and physical torture, Friday was a kiss of life. It's like life was on sale that everyone of us went out to buy it.

As soon as I finished my oral exam--never mind my performance--I went straight to meet my favorite girl. It was spontaneous so there was no plan and since the library and museum were so near, we decided to go check it.

The city library just had a renovation which lasted for almost a year. I don't know how many times I went there and all I got was, "Renovation is still undergoing. It might be finished next month." And I'd clarify the 'next month' and she'd say, "Actually, maybe next next month. Or next next next next." 

Waited too long for it and the only things new to me are the white tiles and brighter lights.

I decapitated Rizal on this photo. Unintended.

Above the library is the City Museum. How is a museum filled with only paintings called a city museum? Connect the dots for me please.

I do think that wooden furniture is supposed to be at the center. It doesn't look right. Excuse me, OC talking.

Jane looking interested.

I call it picture taking. Not the V word. 
The stairs are brown, I'm wearing brown, I'm brown, brown is my favorite color and this sentence is going nowhere. This photo is so brown I like it.

Sun set. Party time.

Scrapbooking for a friend's birthday.

I love doing stuff in natural light. This is no natural light on the photo though but I swear it's very lovely when the sun is up. This is my favorite part of my classmate's condo which is situated way up in the building it overlooks the midtown city. I can sit here all day. XD

Playing charades. Sorry, birthday boy! gotta love funny candid shots.
Anyway, that's one word, english, movie. What he's doing, I don't know but it's not flattering in still :P

Went around the city and ended up in Mango. It was packed. We wanted some peace and quiet so we went to Starmart, Caltex's convenience store. I've always liked this place. It's cold and it's quiet you can stay here for as long as you want even if you just buy a 14-peso popsicle ice cream.

Sexy time.

 IT Park at 1 AM. Head a bit dizzy and eyes tired. Not calling it a night yet.

My groupmates went somewhere else. I was gonna go home but I wanted to go to IT park to just see it. See it. Seriously. Checked my phonebook and texted people who were possibly out this late. Turned out I had some classmates who were on their way to Loft but I didn't go. I was in the mood for something else:

Conversations over a piece of cookie with a childhood friend who I haven't seen for 2 years.

Passed by street lights. Finally calling it a night.

Late Night Driving

Late night driving: you, car, music, lights, and empty streets. 

If you're lucky, you'd have some lovely company shotgun.

Photos taken at SRP.

The tunnel is pretty.

Three AM and driving home. I missed this.

The whole SRP road was empty save for a couple of bikes.

Our old car has only a tape deck and all the radio stations were out already so it was just the speed I was listening to. Not that I was fast. My favorite music to listen to in moments like this are trance/house/triphop. It makes gravity non existent, you float.

Here's a favorite track:

Scratch #a

At first glance
I made you ugly.
She told me you were beautiful
I told myself otherwise.

For days I stuck my thoughts
kept them alive and fought for them.
No plans of changing.
I'm not fickle for now.

But today I saw you
running to my direction.
I noticed your tie.
There, you had me.

Can't help being cheesy when you are smitten. College days.

Rainy Bike Day

The weather looked lovely so I borrowed our employee's bike (since I don't have one and my dad won't buy) and went to the village across our house.

As soon as I crossed the street it started to drizzle. I looked for a shade and found myself sheltering with a bunch of people also keeping themselves dry. Then the rain stopped and some guys went out and played basketball. 

This reminds me watching football on TV with my dad and he'd say football should be the sport Filipinos be playing and not basketball 'coz we're not blessed with the height. But he don't say that these days anymore. Football is becoming a craze.

So I pedaled into the village and then it rained again. Strike 2. I went into a sari-sari store and waited for the rain to stop when 2 young boys each bringing a harp stopped by. They came from Inayawan, Pardo, about less than a kilometer from the village, to sell their instrument or just carol. Here in the Philippines Christmas season starts on -ber season and sometimes even way earlier. 

They asked if they could play for me.

A damsel in distress (punked by the weather), a bike, two strangers wanting to serenade her, and the rain. How romantic could it get.

They just stood there after they played and I started to feel a bit awkward. I wondered what's next. I forgot that they were caroling and not serenading and caroling here means music, in tune or not, in exchange for money. I didn't bring anything with me except my camera so I made the smartest bargain I could come up with: Take a photo of them, upload it on facebook and tag them.

Business. Win-win situation.

The rain stopped and I biked again.

Then it rained again. Strike 3. This time it was hard.

I stopped under a tree and hoped not to get too wet but it was raining madness so I went inside a parked jeepney where a lola was also taking cover. Gotta be polite with elders so I said Hi and she just stated the obvious: There is no driver. Hmm?

Rain stopped and I hopped into my bike for the nth time. I circled the village for a couple of times and got bored so I went out into the highway and went to the subdivision a couple of meters away.

Sun came out and the ground was dry again. I was gonna take a photo of the mountains but I ended up with this. What clutters.

Electric cobwebs. This is no friendly neighborhood for Spiderman.

I saw some kids playing and I asked if I could join them. Hello, new bikemates! =)

Unleashed the kid in me.

Now, don't we look cute :P

Project bicycle is not yet dead. My dream of having a bike is still so much alive. And how can I not be more hopeful when I got home and my dad asked if I had fun? He used to be so apprehensive about it. I think that was a good sign.


Late post.
Last month's hike in Banawa.

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