a trek to casaroro falls
yesterday, the whole family went to valencia, a town beside dumaguete city, where some man-made and natural sites exist. there, one can find some sulfur vents, forest camp, some river, some spring, and some falls. we decided to go to casaroro coz we thought it’s the most accessible falls we can see. but we were wrong. the way leading through the secluded falls was not fully developed yet so we had to endure some adrenaline-stimulating adventure. first, the almost one-kilometer walk up the semi-wet soil til we arrived at the entrance of the site. then, the thousand stair steps going down. talk about fear of heights. then, the trek along the rocks. then, the crossing of the stream. the hanging bridge isn’t finished yet so we had no choice but to walk on water rocks. then, a little more walk.. and viola, the casaroro falls!
Easy Essays | Comment (0)My space
As I stepped on the wooden tiles of the brightly lit room, I noticed a bulging bag made of thin cloth, probably containing socks of all sorts, hanging on the knob of one of the two neatly locked wooden cabinets. A piece of blue shower cap and a white bath towel with orange and green stripes embrace the towel rack carved with dove and flower design placed at the side of the matte-finished closet. Across the door is a rough ecru wall; standing against it is an upright rectangular white wooden dresser with a mirror sized enough to reflect one’s head and torso. On the compartments are hairbrushes and combs that come in different sizes, a tissue holder, stumbled half-full and empty bottles of colognes, unopened boxes of perfumes, a manicure kit and a cosmetic bag jam-packed with stuff little ladies are made of—pressed powder, lip gloss, colorless mascara, eyebrow pencil, among others—most of which are scattered all over the surface of the dresser. Next to the dresser is a small wooden table with a pile of unopened hardbound books and some back issues of Candy and Seventeen Magazines, with some cassette tapes acting as paper weights. A light-green satin cloth and some strips of construction paper stick out of the half-opened drawer of the table containing some medals and certificates I once received. I picked up the cloth and realized it was a sash. i spread it and read the letters written in red glitters: Lady of the Night. Not a meter away is a window covered by a pink curtain with prints of identical white flowers. Below the window is a bed in a plain peach-pink sheet with a sea green blanket and two pillows in blue cases. On top of one edge of the bed is a Peanuts cork board with a Mickey Mouse postcard and pieces of papers screaming “Things to do” tucked on it. Beside the bed and the cork board is a shelf filled with different kinds of reading materials—novels, hand-outs, textbooks, reviewers, magazines, Portals, among others—and some things lost in space like a ponytail, a hair clamp, a camera, a small wooden trophy that read: Ikatlong Gantimpala: Tagisan ng Talino, Agosto 3, 2004, and a candle holder attached to a pink ceramic angel with a face smiling as if greeting me a happy hello before I finally reach for the door.
Easy Essays | Comment (0)the little boy’s sanctuary
Fifteen feet above the floor is a light bulb suspended from a piece of nail in the crack of the wooden ceiling, emitting a poor, husky, yellow light. On the far right of the room, stands a statue of a Sto Nino with a string of green rosary in its left hand. Facing the religious icon is a young boy, barely ten years old, kneeling. His eyes closed and palms held together, a soft mumble of words echoed through the room. Soon, he stood up and made the sign of the cross and went to his bed, the only space-occupying furniture in his room. A piece of embroidered cloth from the ifugao region and a sack of rice lie in the middle of the room, just close enough to the window where air can pass freely in the absence of an electric fan.
(*i was browsing through the files in my pc when i noticed this writing… i don’t remember why or when i wrote this down.. probably, this paragraph is part of an essay which i left unfinished..)
out of nowhere | Comment (0)love?
If it’s only because of his/her eyes, lips or great body, it’s not Love… it’s LUST.
If it’s only because of his/her intelligence or insight about life, it’s not Love… it’s ADMIRATION.
If it’s because of s/he cries evrytime you try to leave, it’s not Love, it’s PITY.
If it’s because s/he makes you forget to study and sleep, it’s not Love… it’s INFATUATION.
LOVE is when you do not know why you seem to be attracted to a person… LOVE has its reasons… And that reason is UNKNOWN….
*from a forwarded message in friendster*
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