1.27.2008

nomadic for days

We traveled back north to the province of Ifugao. Our adventure started from a long route of bumpy dirt road from Banaue to the "saddle". We stayed on top of the transport to get a better view. The road was hellish and we were like guys sitting on a toilet battling constipation. After reaching the saddle, it's an hour hike down to Batad where every drop of your water bottle turns gold.

Batad is a nice little village nestled on the mountains of rice terraces. We spent three days and two nights there and it was amazing. We stayed in Simon's Inn, a great guesthouse with an impressive view of the rice terraces. We were all lethargic from the long hike under the sun but the view was worth it. Staring at the spectacular Ifugao stairway made our sweaty efforts more worthwhile. But the trip does not end there.

After we refueled we hiked going to the one of the earliest village in Batad. It was a fast stop just to get a glimpse of the view and the amazing houses there. After a short rest, our guide lead us to Tappia Falls. The trail this time was narrower and even more slippery. The paths were a meter less and like vines away from the ravine. On the way to the waterfalls, we reached the ridge overlooking the impressive work of the Ifugaos. A part of the route involves traversing the terraces. We were like colonies of ants balancing and climbing down along those narrow steps.

After a few more minutes of following the trail down the mountainside, we could here the water then there we were walking a little faster. After a steep course, the Tappia Waterfalls looms into our view. It's amazing to actually witness the cascading water. The water was really cold. But we took off our shirts and soaked ourselves in the frigid water. We were chilling and screaming like people from the titanic. We were laughing while battling hypothermia. After resting and warming up, we head back to Batad.

It's amusing to see the amazing places we've been to behind us. Ifugaos are really impressive. But somehow it's disappointing to see this amazing view cut short by the rise of non-traditional houses. I heard about some threats by a lack of maintenance and alarming amount of trash. I just strongly urge the local government to pay at least some attention to this.

On our way back to our guesthouse, we bumped into some locals and everyone was just friendly throwing on us their sincere smiles and hellos. We reached our place before dinner and shared stories and some laughs. On that same night, the locals made a little presentation for us. They showed us their culture in one night and taught us their tradition through dance. We unhesitatingly joined and danced around the bonfire celebrating our culture and tradition and just completely had fun.

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1.19.2008

I disabled the comment box

ArrestedMagikero has been a little quiet lately. I guess my pleasure in writing is slowly declining. I started blogging like two years ago. I used to write so often that I would devote a guilt inducing time in this journal. There was a time when I would write like two entries in a day. I was eager to write almost about anything and it became my source of happiness back then. I hardly care whether I'm writing about the most nonsensical things in life.

From outlandish to sensitive, I write anything as long as I satisfy my writing pleasure. ArrestedMagikero started earning a few little comments, 2 or 3 maybe. Then this journal peaked a flattering 600 unique visits a month. It was so overwhelming to see that people respond to the huge effort that I give to this blog.

I never deleted any comment, I accepted every criticism whether rational or irrational though some did not really serve any use. The worst comment that this blog got was that this blog was so gay, gabbing so much stuff about football and that a retard would kill himself after reading this.. something like it. It was an entry I posted about the last Fifa World Cup. I came to conclusion that he was not a football fan.

The most flattering gesture that a reader did was posting some of my poems on her blog and wrote some nice words about it. It's great to receive small recognition especially from people I relatively know. I guess those were the peak season of this journal.

As a result of a good reception, I made a mistake of orienting more my entries to the public. So I tried to give what I can offer to the reader. I pushed myself to write more with wit. But I felt like I'm throwing away the personal aspect in writing. I can't find myself in some of my entries and it's sad because it's supposedly MY journal. So I permanently turned the comment box off so I won't make the same mistake of overthinking the public's response than writing freely.




1.11.2008

Juno

Juno is near perfect. It is not your typical teen movie. Sweet, fresh, funny, very clever, a film that deals with teenage pregnancy without insulting your intelligence. Juno is a film about a young, a bit rebellious teenager who impulsively thought of losing her virginity with her best male friend. So an unplanned pregnancy follows and Juno decided to give up her unborn baby for adoption and seek out the perfect couple to raise her child.

This is so far the best comedy I've seen since superbad. Definitely the best of its genre. The best thing about the movie is when Juno crackles lines that nobody would ever think to actually say. I guess the sarcasm and clever one-liners are the secrets of the movie's success. Ellen Page who plays Juno, did a realistic portrayal of a teenage girl dealing with pregnancy. Sharp and near-perfect.. Juno is definitely not your typical teen movie. It has sincerity, wit and direction. It is a memorable film that will still be great after a few decades.

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1.10.2008

the iPod serpent

Just like Adam, I was tempted and I took a bite from the apple. I fell for the apple's sleek black skin. I decided to go with the 80GB classic this new year instead of the fat nano. Its superior aesthetic, expanded battery life (which means you won't find yourself docking it over and over on your computer) and ridiculously huge capacity are its major selling points. Though with some tolerable nagging issues, I still think it's a nice upgrade for the classic.




happy 08

It's a little late to say Happy New Year, but Happy 2008 anyway! Let's wrap 07 and welcome in a positive year of endless happiness. A cycle has just closed and here's another year for opportunities and experiences. It's almost the second week of the fresh year and when I looked behind me, I realized with surprised that I started the year great. It's a good feeling.

For the past four years, I saw a lot of people doing good.. I mean really really good. They just seem to be a lot better, making me feel even a little more worthless. Creating a gap would just not help, I spent quite some time thinking and figuring out a way to get me out of that crazy position. I've come to a point accepting that I'm weak. But I've decided to try to ride the wave with their speed. I trust myself and every student goes through this.

Things are different now. I worked hard over the holidays and I think I deserve a little credit. I tried to be the best and I somehow threw myself into it. It could be not be as good as the others but
at least have that feeling like I've done a nice job. What I want right now is a little recognition. I know I have a little issue on self-worth and maybe small compliments would slowly build up my confidence. This time I want to feel that I'm at the top of my game. I just want to feel that I've done a good job.

The Prayer - Bloc Party
Lord, give me grace and dancing feet
And the power to impress
Lord, give me grace and dancing feet
Let me outshine them all

Is it so wrong to crave recognition?
Second best, runner-up
Is it so wrong to want rewarding?
To want more than is given to you?
Than is given to you

Tonight make me unstoppable
And I will charm, I will slice, I will dazzle them with my wit
Tonight make me unstoppable
And I will charm, I will slice, I will dazzle, I will outshine them all

Standing on the packed dance floor
Our bodies throb in time
Silent on the weekdays
Tonight I claim what's mine




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