Have I really been that busy? I had all the time for Facebook. I feel so bad. Here’s an obligatory photo from me. HI THAR AGAIN TUMBLR! <3
It’s a t-shirt design for our Humanities 2 art project. Isn’t it so pretty? Say it’s pretty!
Almost 30 hours of travel. THIRTY. FREAKING. HOURS.
It feels like I ate a bloated fish. Or like staring at the ceiling forever. It was boring, tiring and well, it ached my shoulders and back. All I saw was stark gray and white tiles, sometimes with a bit of lavender highlight here and there for a dash of color, but it was still boring nonetheless. The clean smell of airports made me want to puke, or die.
The travel to Bali was the most tiring trip I ever took. EVER. You know what we did?
2 AM: I woke up and I felt like there were ninjas who were dragging my eyes down. I only had a maximum of four hours of sleep. My mom and I were really awesome procrastinators who fixed our baggage a few hours before going to the airport thus shortening our time of sleep.
3 AM: We carried our ROCK HARD baggage which weighed like a sack of rice. Did I mention that I have mild dextroscoliosis? This shiz is so not helping me.
3:30 AM: Waited for a bus to Cubao for about ten minutes. When my mom finally decided that we should just take a jeep to the terminal, a bus suddenly appears with a “Cubao” sign on it. Good thing we haven’t boarded the jeep yet. Awesomesauce.
4:30 AM: We arrived at the PHILTRANCO terminal. Geezus Krayst I expected to arrive there at around five so that the Jollibee near would be open and we wouldn’t have to wait for two hours before we could board the bus to Clark. OH GOD WHY.
4:45 AM: I am now sleeping in such an unfashionable and neck aching manner.
5:30 AM: JOLLIBEE PANCAKES. THANK GOD.
6:15 AM: Finally boarded the bus to Clark. I am ready to doze off again, and this time, in a much more comfortable position.
9… something AM: We have arrived. And— yeah. The AirAsia line to Kuala Lumpur is long and it doesn’t look like it’s moving. Dafuq.
10… something AM: Finally inside the boarding gates. My backpack is killing me and we should add in the fact that the Diosdado Macapagal International Airport (DMIA) wifi is nonexistent, even though it appears on the iPad.
11… something AM: Boarded the plane. Boring procedures. Taking off is so boring and landing is soooo boring. We arrived in Kuala Lumpur, like, four hours later. WTF. THE TICKET SAID WE WOULD ARRIVE THERE AFTER THREE HOURS.
4… something PM: Mcdonalds. They have some seriously nice, western tasting burgers here and I ordered some for me, with their deadly fries and mcflurry.
Okay fuck let’s skip the boring part.
WE WENT TO Kuala Lumpur, we checked in and we were supposed to board on a plane to Jakarta, but the plane was not yet there so we waited near the runway for about half an hour. When it was finally there, we still had to wait for ten minutes for the plane to be cleaned. I thought my back was gonna die on me. When we arrived in Jakarta, it was almost nine or ten. The good thing was there were really comfy sofa like chairs there, the bad part was that it was creepy.
I woke up the next morning just to see blue tainted glasses and white granite tiles yet AGAIN. The smell of the airport was already boring me to bits and pieces. My mom alarmed the clock at 4 AM, only to find out that it was only 3 AM that time. But of course we realized that an hour later when we thought we were already late.
When we finally arrived in Bali at around lunch time, I thought I was going to celebrate because their airport was FINALLY different. But no celebrations for me sir, because the people who were supposed to fetch us weren’t there. WHY, OH WHYYYY.
We took a taxi and paid 200,000 rupiah which was about 20 dollars. Meh. It was OK. I dozed off a bit, and when I woke up.
Holy mother of towns.
Art was sprawling EVERYWHERE. From woodcrafts to stone figures. I’m gonna love this town. We were heading to Ubud, Bali and the description there was that it was… Well, how do I put it, awesome? And from first sight, I rather think it is.
Apart from this, the town was an agricultural town so there were rice fields, and their rice fields were one of the attractions, mainly for western visitors who have never seen such sights.
My mom and I wanted to go to the spa because we felt like shit. Literally. We haven’t taken a bath for hours and we were so tired. So we asked the people in our homestay if they could recomment a spa. And they did. And it was awesome.
Seriously, it was. I mean, CAN YOU SEE THAT.
That’s it. For now. :))
Oh and BTW, we’re in the mountain side of Bali, not the beaches yet. But I do believe this’ll be better than the beach. Bali isn’t renowned for its sand, but rather its culture, and it’s all packed here, in this quaint town of Ubud.
A lot of people had this dilemma at some point in their lives.
College. No, not the “I’m failing my majors” dilemma, the “I don’t know if this is really what I want to do” dilemma. I don’t want to be a goddamn doctor anymore. I can’t handle the math and the science. I was a fucking genius when I was in highschool, but it turns it when everybody is a genius in your school in college, no one is. I mean, seriously UP, thank you. The fuck?
I just realized that a week ago. And god I’m so late because the shifting process is so near and I don’t know what the heck I’m doing and what I’m gonna do. I want to be somewhere where I’m happy, where I don’t consider the work I’m doing as work, where I can be comfortable with my subject even when I’m cramming.
I want to be in the arts, maybe Clothing Technology. My ultimate dream is to become a fashion editor of a magazine. Is that so hard? Well, yeah, in my current situation at least. The courses related to arts is in another campus, like, more than 10 kilometers away. And it’s such a hard decision but what’s only keeping me from transferring is that I’m already very comfortable here.
So for senior students, please! DO NOT FUCK UP YOUR DECISIONS.
Before this day ends, I would just like to tell everybody how significantly important it is. I won’t discuss anything deep like gender equality or anti-violence against women and her children, those things are better left for experts. I’m just gonna say things that are, well, obvious for people but they don’t really do it that much.
The best thing that you can give to a woman is respect. If you can’t give her that, don’t give her anything at all.
Barasoain Church, Malolos, Bulacan
It has been a long while since I’ve watched something truly intellectual, or at the very least, stimulating.
When me and my friend Marc bought the tickets, we had to lie. It was an R18 movie. I even stuttered as I said “1993” when the ticket lady asked my birthday. Half of me was quite anxious and a bit scared because I knew little about this movie. All I knew was that there was rape and detective work. Would there be graphic blood and sex? Maybe. Probably.
We entered the cinema and all I heard from Marc were rants. He kept ranting about being caught because we weren’t over 18 and we lied.
"Anong mangyayari sa’tin kapag nahuli tayo?" He asked.
"Oh shut it. Nakapasok na tayo so there’s no way na paaalisin pa tayo. Calm the fuck down." I hissed.
A part of me was anxious. But not because there might be a possibility that we’d get caught, but because maybe the substance that I would see is sensitive. I don’t have a weak stomach, I just hate disturbing shit.
Anyways, we then proceeded to watch it. There’s no turning back. I knew it was a good story even if I haven’t read the Millennium Trilogy books. But the movie was a different case. I had no idea.
What I loved about this movie was that even when the first hour had already played, I still had no idea what it was going to be. There was absolutely no foreshadowing of any kind. And it was awesome. I had no idea what the connection of Craig’s character had with Mara’s. And it was awesome.
And the shit that Craig was assigned to investigate was awesome. It wasn’t some cliche shit, you know what I’m saying? XD I just… It was just awesome, okay? Just watch it. I don’t wanna spoil the fun. This is just a damn good movie and I haven’t watched one for a thousand years. You probably haven’t too. Watch this.
Oh and about the R18 thing. Psheesh. It was nothing. American Pie is probably worse.