yarg.
my backside's on FIRE.
just an hour ago we arrived here in sagada after a long and bumpy trip from banaue. amazing, the two towns are just approximately 44 kilometers apart, but it took us more than three hours to get here. i guess its because of the more than just a bit rocky paths. we were slugging at 20 kph, dust swirling around us in a violent vortex of terror. i could feel my dad getting real impatient as the trip progressed. he's the type of driver who loves to just zoom down the high way at break neck speed, but the road to sagada just would not permit such reckless abandon.
though the trip was rough, i enjoyed it. the view was nothing short of stupendous, we passed by a dozen more rice terraces, and interesting rock formations. i have a perpetual fear of heights but since i was securely snuggled at the back seat of the van, i wasn't in a state of panic.
when we arrived here in sagada, we went straight to the place we were going to stay in, St. Joseph's Resthouse. After inspecting the less than pleasant lodging quarters (the sleeping area's actually quite nice, it reminds me of snow white and the seven dwarves, but the banyo's just.... UNSPEAKABLY... indescribably... arghh... basta. SIGH. if there's one thing pa naman na sobrang maarte ako, its a nice bathroom; IRONICALLY, i got my period today. so i dunno how i'm supposed to survive. my family actually left me alone here, coz i'm in too much pain to go walking around, carousing towards the unknown), we ate at St. Joe's Cafe which was right in front of our rooms. i had "chicken barbeque" and i almost gagged to death.
so... here i am... trying to find something interesting to do. i have a novel with me, but i'm saving it for more desperate times. i'm just waiting for my family to get back, we'll have dinner somewhere in town... definitely not at St. Joe's... that place isn't fit for humans... OKAY, I. AM. SO. MEAN. but... really!!! gawd.
its really a shame that we didn't land a nice place to stay in for the next two days. the hotel we slept in yesterday in banaue was super duper fine. oh well, sagada IS remote, so there aren't a lot of upscale joints to stay in for tourists. this resthouse is actually full... there are a lot of KOREANS (wink wink myky and andy hehehe) here.... and japanese too. hrmm... maybe i should go outside and speak to the neighbors. mwehehehe...
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With some lady Ifugaos in the Banaue View Deck.
These ladies were super cool because they spoke straight and amazing English. They don't know how to speak in Filipino, coz they've stuck to their own dialect. The view was awesome... no wonder the Rice Terraces (is) the 8th wonder of the world...
i'll be posting some more pictures when we get to baguio, the DSL signal will surely be better there, and i'll be (sana) able to access my blog account faster and upload more images.
:)
haruum... i'm missing my fudge kada.
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belated happy birthday to JOANNA VILLANUEVA! dudette! i'm ever so sorry i wasn't able to call you anymore... argg... will call you when i get back in antipolo, ayt? lovie ya!
definitely no longer searching for utopia, an ergaslophobic student and aspiring thespian, a true blue Filipina and Assumptionist, existing in a state of utter discombobulation, *BROKE*, and fattening myself up in time for the next human sacrifice ritual in tondo, manila...
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==:::A Few Friendly Reminders from your Resident Sane Psycho:::==
life is an unequivocally fast paced string of events, where the essence of a lifetime can be captured in a single breath, love can develop in a second, and where a long journey can feel like just another ride in the metro rail...
so put on your pink tinted glasses, wear your cheesiest smile. life's too short and much too precious to waste with the frivolities of a shallow existence.
let's limbo!
change is the only constant thing in life.
though it is most difficult to cope with change, we must.
it is survival. it is evolution.
but then again,
what if this change is brought about by paranormal sensations and emotions, unforeseen circumstances, hormonal imbalances, and... the weather?
what if this change is caused by things that are not things. forces that are immaterial?
how do we cope?
how do we end the relentless and crazed see-saw of intense emotions churning deep within us?
how do we stop misery?
how do we prolong happiness?
with a four millimeter bullet?
with a cup of peppermint-tasting cyanide?
with prayer?
i don't know.
i can't even begin to pretend to know, or to comprehend.
and i'm sure,
neither can you.
and it scares me.
it scares us.
that this we cannot understand.
everything else --science, mathematics, ratios, proportions, wars, peace talks, chocolate sprinkles and gum drops, ponies and rabbits, Nobel awards-- we know.
but this,
this simple shift of light and darkness,
this slight distinction,
this sudden rearranging of matter, molecules, and sensations.
this indescribable phenomena.
this we cannot even begin to grasp.
illogical, senseless, strange, odd.
fleeting, momentous, gargantuan, colossal.
what is the meaning behind this change in mood? in feeling?
what is the real root? the common cause?
perhaps we have been doomed to be this way.
to not understand.
to be left in the dark.
doomed to be able to adapt with everything else but this simple swing.
this simplistic issue.
never to find a way to evolve around it.
but perhaps.... in this case,
evolution is not survival.
for if you can just grin and bear it.
take it for what it is.
let go of the logic behind it.
perhaps then, survival is possible.
change is not imperative.
accepting is a prerogative, the answer, the key.