| September 8, 2006 |
 deathcabforcutie |
biak na sapatos sa biak na bato
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Note: Dahil magulo daw yung mga pinagsasabi ko, binago ko 'to ng onti. Okay? 
"I'd HATE to know what Purgatory's like if this is Earth. "
~ CA Allado (wushu. )
It'd be nice if some genius speculation like that just simply popped into your head, wouldn't it? Especially whilst dodging swiping stems of millipide-infested plants and holding on to muddy rocks for dear life.
And here I find myself twelve minutes after being dropped off at school by the Lakbay. I'm dizzy, tired, and have got a perfectly delightful hectic schedule for tomorrow. Oh, gee. At least I've got lots to do to keep my mind off particular things. I hate being the **********.
There are things saddening about being so sure of your abilities. Yes, there are. One of them, the things you tell people. Alam mo, kung may ginawa man akong nakakainsulto sa pamamalgi mo, magsalita ka lang. As a favor. I've said and done some things that I know have evolved the ego pest in me into - a, uh... an ego beast. Sabi ko nga competitive ako, no kidding. Umiyak ako nung bata ako kasi ginusto ng relatives kong pakinggan ang mga pinsan kong bigkasin ang Panatang Makabayan, habang handang handa nakong hiyawin ang Lupang Hinirang. Ganun ka-lala.
Anyway, I'm sorry. Deep inside, I'm a lonely teenager masking her insecurity. Let's keep it at that.
In other words, masaya ang field trip kung hindi ko lang sana pinagaabalahan ang mga sinabi ko sa isang tao. Binabasa mo ba to? 'Wag mong isipin na ganun ako! Mali lang yung labas ng gusto ko sanang ipahayag. Sorry na. 
Sa totoo lang sobrang maliit na bagay lang ang gumanap na tinutukoy ko ngayon. Pero sa looblooban ko, hindi. Ba't ba sobrang pinag-pipilit ko ang dapat isipin ng mga tao tungkol sakin?
Kasi hindi lang siya basta bastang tao.
Oo. Inaamin ko na. Because you, of all people, exhume feelings that I've buried along with a certain person whom I consider out of my life right now, I panic every waking moment of the prospect of being near you; of you in that light of yours drawing everyone near it. And of me, watching warily from the dark.
Bakit ba? Akala ko tapos na ako sa'yo. Sa ganitong mga damdamin na sumisira sa kaligayahan ko. Tae mo talaga.
What started out as a regular report on a day's experience has again turned into an entry talking about me, me, me. Why can't I start dwelling on important things, for a change?
That, my friends, shows just what primarily concerns lil' ole me, at the back of my head.
Nakapasok kami nila Jonah at Jessa sa isa sa mga tinitirhan ng mga tao sa Biak na Bato, Bulacan. And it ain't pretty.
I don't mean it in that way. Whoever lived in where we dressed up slept in a room approximately a fourth of my own (which is already quite small for personal space), with a cushionless bedframe for sleeping in, and a poster of a member of Sex Bomb in festive-based, scandalous clothing. Yun nga lang may kumpletong TV set at DVD player. Anu naman yon.
Ididiscuss ko naman ng onti yung mga nakita ko kanina. Para kung basahin ko pa to pag 100 na ako ay maaalala ko pa.
Pumunta kami sa tatlong kweba. Sa una (tambangan) at pangalawa (tagamutan), madaming namatay (nung panahon ng kastila!). Tas sa pangatlo (kainan), dun pinauso ni Ann at ni Kuya Roli yung magpapahid ng putik sa mga ayaw madumihan 
. Tas yung fourth (tanggapan) cool, kasi nakikita mo yung linya ng pag-angat niya sa lupa simula noon pa. Basta yun.
After non kumain kami sa bus, na medyo weird kasi ang gulo, tska putikan kami. Tas yun lakad ulit. Then the bat cave! Bahay Paniki. Coolest cave ever. As in awesome, no other word. Teka - except smelly.
Tas ayun, rappelling. Then wading and rock-skipping and throwing contests sa ilog. Then aboard the bus to the famous South Luzon Expressway stopover (note to self: tsk tsk). Then a beeline for home - or should I say, St. Paul.
AY! Ang stalactites daw, sa taas. Stalagmites, sa baba.
Well, my previous engagements are telling me to get some rest. Matututo din akong mag-Flash. Someday. At matutuwa si Mrs. Dupet. Ack!
Steph. Kaya mo yan. 
currently feeling *burp*
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