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A few months ago I'm happy to hear that I’ll be working again as a timekeeper on the field. It was timely because I needed new gears for my college come back by the next year. Having to wait for the cue for mobilization, I’ve prepared working sheets and forms etc., all for my soon to be job. Unfortunately, there was a trouble that has to be acknowledge first and this include having my supposed to be job given to somebody else. It’s fine though, no big deal. But it could’ve been help me big time.

Then I thought maybe I should look for another employment and while I’m on the hunt I stayed with my mom to help on her canteen business (I’d prefer online job hunting than walking around the city, it’s somehow more convenient). In the canteen, my job is to do the accounting, not necessarily a CPA it’s just tallying customer’s debt, goods receipt, cash flow etc., it’s accounting isn’t it? So there, although there are two employees with her but neither of which knows the accounting thing but my mom. However, she’s not getting any younger and she’s now feeling what was it like being old and though energetic and compassionate in cooking, I doubt that she can handle another task such as the paper works. That’s when I decided to stay instead of getting a job, nevertheless, I’m going back to college next year, it’s just a few months ahead and I so love staying in the canteen, I get to eat a lot of foods.

I don’t actually demand payment for my service but if my mom insisted then there’s nothing to think twice for. Of each amount I receive, I always try to save it up for my plans for the next year, hopeful that I’ll get it at the right moment in time. I even thought of selling my phone, my laptop, and other stuff that I know I can live without. All for the sake of my next year’s plan.

Unexpectedly, when my father came back from a meeting with my supposed to be boss, he brought some good news. Firstly, bla bla bla. Secondly, bla bla bla. And thirdly, I have a job. The timekeeper who took over my supposed to be job suddenly have to leave because of some important matters to deal with. Good bye to him and don't ever come back! LOL!

Hurray, right? I’m happy but I don’t wanna get excited ‘coz who knows what will happen at the last minute? It happened before, why not now? I don’t wanna sound like I’m a pessimist but if that promised day will finally gets on its way, a day when I actually started working as a timekeeper again, then that’ll be great.

*meme*

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@Pikit Municipal Hall

It was this day of the 25th of November 2013 when I first arrived at Pikit, North Cotabato, a place that I never heard before until since then. When I first got a job as a timekeeper on the field, I was assigned to the Municipality of Pikit in the province of North Cotabato. I have no idea that there exist such place although I've been traveling on several places in that province until I finally took my first step on it. On my arrival, I felt relieved that we have people on the neighborhood unlike most of the previous places we’ve been. Things that I do like to the people at the countryside is that they are sincere, simple, and friendly. Maybe not generally but observably.

my hard hat

The first few weeks was tough, I smell danger. There was one morning when a man along with several companion entered the compound without asking permission. His Caliber 45, shining like stars in the night sky, was tucked in on his side. He’s looking for the officer in charge and it so happened that there’s no one he can talk to but me. I was freaking out but acted as if I’m already accustomed to the place and seeing a man with his firearm that he carries around is just a normal day. Sometimes during the night I can hear from a distant an exchanging barrage of bullets, it would last for at least a couple of hours that I’d fall asleep listening to it. When I asked the neighbors what was it about they said it’s a conflict between personal interest, nothing related to government and completely normal.

Eventually, I managed to set aside my worries and blend within the community. Then on I exposed myself outside the compound even if I told many times to be more careful. Hanging around with some neighbors, chit-chatting, sometimes staying overnight to their homes. After all, I wasn’t wrong with my expectations, they’re kind people.

I’ve made new friends: elders, my age, and youngsters. I have no problem being away from home for a long time but there comes a time when I long for the comfort of the place where I grow up. However, as I’m getting acquainted to them I thought I had found an alternative, a replica perhaps that simulates the consciousness of how it’s like to be at home. By home, I mean, not what I do inside our house, but it includes the area where I live in and the activities I’d prefer to be doing. They would invite me to birthday parties, feast, weddings, and sometimes we go outings with my new found friends.

@midsayap

@copra farm

One of the opportunities being at the province are the tourist spots. There has been a few in Pikit and one of them is the historical Fort Pikit. It’s a like three hundred square meters (approx.) structure made mostly of stones without steel braces as I observed. I wonder why people didn’t preserve the place as they left it unattended, letting it gradually erase from the history and it’s open to the public. It’s also situated on top of the hill making it favorable for couples as they exchange words of love while gazing the entire town from below and with the humming wind touches their cheeks all the way to their nostrils to eventually notice that people are shitting around the place. Another place I’ve been was at the copra farm, it’s like a picnic. We grilled a fish, a fresh water milk fish, and munched on it with bear hands unwashed, I guess the heat from the fish meat will actually kill off the germs. Then we bought Emperador Brandy with matching coconut juice as chaser and coconut meat as pulotan. From Pikit, we went to the neighboring municipality, the municipality of Midsayap, North Cotabato. That outing was planned weeks before, every Saturday we fund P200.00 each until it’s enough to be used for future outings. We hired an SUV to carry us to the resort back and forth, rented a cottage, have foods that’s more than enough to full our bellies, and we drinks *KAMPAI*. We really had fun that day, unforgettable.

@fort pikit

Although I felt like home there were safety precautions to consider. Aside from being a timekeeper, I'm also the payroll officer (warehouse keeper, purchaser, checker, and first aid responder). I hold the amount for services rendered, debts to pay, in short I have the money for a week budget. People seek employment to earn money to sustain their needs and wants, and you can’t always find money on the ground. There’s the right way and there’s the shortcut and shortcuts isn’t reliable that sometimes it would end up the “wrong way.” With the consistent brownout on the place, which at times occurred during the night. No matter how I remain faithful and brave, I can’t help to think of the possibilities that dangers are just around the corner, with a higher chance on that place obviously.

Well, my residency at Pikit wasn’t that bad after all, for 7 months of my stay I truly enjoyed my job and the company of my new found friends. I know one day I’ll have to bid my farewell and I can't help to think that that day has waited for me. It’s been more than a year since I left Pikit. I do miss the place and the people I’ve came to know. I miss the fun and adventures we’ve been through. Memories are like the butterflies, colorful and beautiful as they appear, they perish to give life to another and memories do perish to give a chance for a more wonderful moments in life but I will not left them forgotten. I buried them in my mind, it’s a cemetery for memories and this blog I’ve made is a true stories of my life, epitaph that will constantly reminds me of how my life has been so excited during its timeline.

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Welcoming Arch: Lake Sebu

It was a post celebration of my father’s birthday when we took a side trip to Lake Sebu while heading back home. Rumor has it that it homes to an exquisite cultured fish widely known as “tilapia” which indeed yummy! I haven’t tried other cultured tilapia yet or I was unaware of consuming one but as of the moment, nothing seems to beat the taste of tilapia from Lake Sebu. It's actually our second visit . The name “7 Falls” has become so popular that it reaches our ears from a hundred kilometers away, probably the reason why we're so interested to go to Lake Sebu (it's actually a town). There’s a story that it was under the domain of NPA (New People's Army) a long time ago the reason why it was open to the public just recently. As we enter the welcoming arch of Lake Sebu it took us about an hour before we reached our destination since we have to inquire the locals of what direction should we be heading. As we’re getting closer the terrain got more difficult and at the same time suspicious that we asked ourselves “are we heading the right way?” it feels like we’d get ambushed stop on until we crossed path a vehicle which we believe to have came from the said resort and behind us were motorists that were also heading to 7 Falls resort as well.

Touchdown!

weird they don't put anything that can be easily recognized that it's the 7 Falls at the their entrance gate

As we descend from the slopy curve we saw many vehicles parked outside the 7 Falls Resort, this is it! The entrance fee is cheap and the staff have this different dialect but the communication is easy as they understand Bisaya or Tagalog. Lake Sebu is a municipality in the province of South Cotabato, for some time now I am familiar to the province and I’ve observed that the majority of people are Muslim and Ilonggo which leads me to understand little by little of their mother tongue (I’m just around the corner of this province for 5 years if accumulated). Aside from the two major tribes there are still indigenous people who dwells within the province, in the case of Lake Sebu the T’Boli tribe is very known to the locals. If I heard it clearly, the staff wasn’t talking in Muslim or Ilonggo but taking a wild guess it must be the mother tongue of T’Boli. Nevertheless, there are staff that can’t communicate well like when I used the toilet, this guy outside didn’t instructed me to wear the slippers and drop an amount in the donation box or so to say payment for the service. Until a lady told me that I should've wear the slippers designated for toilet use, the poor guy was lectured for once. Well, my bad. But it’s a fair trade I guess, I cleaned up my mess anyway.

View: Falls

The name itself, 7 Falls, if I try to imagine, it would look like a seven separated falls in one panoramic view. Not being a spoiler but it isn’t. It bears a resemblance to that like of stairs and each has this orderly description such as Falls #1, #2, up to #7. I can’t prove there exist another falls aside from Falls #1 and #2 which I’ve actually seen unless the tourist guide didn’t mention, so.

Expectation: Swimming

The previous resort we’re at (the long time ago) tourists are allowed to swim on the lake, with of course life guards on the watch. Contrary to the 7 Falls, I don’t think they impose such part of tourist “satisfaction” or it’s only me who think it is since I haven’t explored much of the place namely Falls #3 to #7. But the very spot where tourist make the entrance to the place is between Falls #1 and #2, and I haven’t seen anything relevant to like “you are allowed to swim” thing. Well, swimming isn’t that ideal if I may have to say, it isn’t like the lake which water stays stationary. 7 Falls, on the other hand, isn’t an ordinary one, like I mentioned above it resembles like of a stairs, it’d be like falling from the topmost staircase down to the ground floor.

Falls #2

Experience: Zipline

me, father, and bro, aaand the falls #1

behind the scene

I was hopeful to experience the very first ziplining of my life that I’ll be called a zipliner because I just tried the zipline. Ok. They say if you start ziplining from Falls #1 (the only starting point DUH!) then it will end at Falls #5 and it’s either you walk your way back until you break your legs that you’d wish there’s a fairy godmother somewhere near to make a chariot out of the pumpkin or hire a motorcycle on your way up. Sadly, I wasn’t able to try the zipline because we’d run out of time. You see, it was unorganized. However, there’s this “zipline photo booth” at the bridge, if aside from ziplining experience you’d also want your friends be in subtle awe by showing a picture of you on that zipline harness, then that would be the perfect spot. It’ll cost you P50.00 per person for about 5 minutes of picture taking (anyone would love a perfect shot right?) and you can have a discount (*calculating*) of 33% or to make it simple P100.00 for 3 person.

Foods: Chicharong Tilapia

to the resto

We have chicharong bulaklak, chicharong gulay (marty's), chicharong baboy, and other crunchy thing to be categorized as chicharon. But I've never tried such chicharong tilapia. One of the main reasons why we paid a visit to Lake Sebu is because of the tipalia. Unfortunately, we’re not too familiar on the resort and the staff were too far from us, we’re tired and hungry and all. So, craving for it must be considered to be out of the list, “there’s still next time” my father said. Perhaps, the foods we brought in could make our tummy to have had enough at that moment. It was late by then that I learned there is a restaurant at the other side of the river when I came passed the bridge to explore more of the place. But like my father said, “there’s still next time.”

Souvenirs

the souvenir shop

The souvenir shop sells affordable merchandises, from clothing printed, of course, that of related to the 7 Falls Resort (the “I was there” thing) and other ethnic stuff like blings and musical instruments. I bought a sando and a musical instrument that produces a sound similar to a certain bird. There’s a variety of products that you can choose from and they all come in cheap prices.

All in all, it’s a magnificent place. It’s perfect for family bonding and nature activities, I forgot to mention that they have this tree top adventure and cycling on a thin wire suspended on a hundred feet high. The atmosphere is calm and nippy. It really makes you appreciate the sublime beauty of nature that inspite of our modern civilization: concrete structures, cutting edge technologies, virtual social life—there’s still a place that we can surrender to mother nature. I’d love to go back on that place in the future with high hopes that I’d get chance to experience that zipline and the chicharong tilapia. *fingerscrossed*

souvenir shopping

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Am I losing the interest again? Or have I been busy these past few days? I guess I should go for the second.

When a single neuron have made contact somewhere inside my brain where my interest for writing were hidden, they fired up electrical waves which eventually relive my considerable passion for endless thought in a form of written words. However, that moment I was in a situation where I could freely get my laptop, glued myself on the chair, and spending most of time gathering for thoughts that I hopefully make sense when I put them all together. It lasted for at least a couple of months not until I moved in to a new place.

But does my moving in could be a one good reason to stand against my passion for writing?

It depends. Writing isn’t like making yourself comfortable on your couch while watching your pirated downloaded movies after a looooong tiring day at work and that’s what I’ve been doing lately to help myself fall asleep. Why can’t I spend those times for my blog? I’m probably dead tired by then. Further, my workplace isn’t that ideal for thoughts mining. I was supposed to make a blog entry for my niece’s 1st birthday, I was supposed to make a blog entry for my cousin’s debut, I was supposed to make an entry of the 3 day vacation at Surigao del Sur, and I was supposed to make a blog entry of how my “all souls day” have went this year. Those were just a few ideas in my mind pending to be itched on the history of my blog but I’m afraid I’d have to let them forgotten: the sensation had expired, the experience just leaked away, and I can’t picture out clearly how was that day happened ‘coz all I got to think is, work.

Though I have weekends day off but my new found friends—they are attention seeker, they’d make dramas when they find me hooked up on my laptop, they’d blame me if they’re outings would be postponed just because I don’t wanna come, and whenever they’re on a beer session I’d rather not to refuse, I don’t think it’s a good idea. But I do like these people and since it’s just so happened that we’re on the same place for a short period I don’t think we’d still get a chance to do the same fun when it’s over. Nevertheless, my blog will always be there wherever I go.

So how did I managed to this entry?

It’s known to me that I stayed dormant in the blogosphere for a few years and when I get back I said to myself “I’ll try to make it updated as possible” not for my audience (if there are any) but for my memory. I know someday I’ll just find myself reading the entries I had published, scrolling up and down feeling myself on that certain moment how I actually felt when I wrote it.

Actually, on my coming back, I’ve made a research on how to become a blogger yet I already have one. Maybe I was doubtful on this kind of thing, maybe I don’t find myself effective in writing, or maybe this is not just for me, just maybe. Then somewhere on my research, it says like “follow your thoughts”, “don’t mind what other people would say”, and “if you think you want to write for something relevantly significant to your life, then you have the passion.” I proved it that I have the passion to write and I can’t deny that my grammar isn’t that well-constructed, my thoughts could sometimes be mixed up, and I don’t often proofread my work. Those were the reasons why I discouraged myself to continue my blog until I realized that I’m not doing this for everyone but just for myself.

My first question that I mentioned above was stupid! Sorry to myself.

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Above is my left forearm. Below is the zoomed picture to where the scars are located.

There’s a lot of mysteries in this world that no one can ever deny the fact that sometimes in our life we’d be on a situation that is completely bizarre.

The endless speculations of extraterrestrial life, entities other than humans, ghosts, spirits, demons, monsters, and the lost civilizations believed to have existed looooooooooong time ago. We have all that. Maybe it’s true or maybe not or just a conspiracy to deceive us.

However, I have my own experiences of strikingly out of the ordinary. For instance, my triangular-shape-dotted-scars. I made research about it and to my surprise it wasn’t just me who had this unique scar. I maybe harsh to myself or risk my wellbeing for something that I eagerly want and I’ve been to my deepest sorrow and was depressed but not to the point that I’d made self-inflicted wounds (I’m planning to have tattoos, does it count to be self-inflecting?). Anyways, this scars I had was something I can’t completely recall how it occurred, perhaps, it was one night when I suddenly woke up and felt something itchy on my forearm.

The story was…

One night, I was in my room, sleeping. I don’t know what it was when I felt an itchy sensation on my left forearm, it woke me. But I was so dead tired I just shook off my forearm thinking it might be a cockroach or whatever insect. My bed isn’t elevated but more of like the Japanese style, you know? The one that lay flat on the floor then can be keep aside when not in use. My room is kinda small and I got lots of stuff so maybe having a bed like that saves space but at the same time vulnerable to creepy-crawly. So, there.

It took me a while, a week or so before I noticed reddish dots on my forearm. There’s no wound and it doesn’t bother me at all as I don’t feel anything. The reddish dots were like bites from an Anopheles mosquito but the size of a pinhead. I don’t know how long it took before I noticed the scars again, I can’t even remember what year it happened, 2009 maybe? All these because, for me, it was nothing. Until there’s something peculiar about it, the dotted scars are forming an almost equilateral triangle. It scares the hell out of me though I’m used to the horrors in my room but this one.

Adjusted for better viewing.

I did a research on the internet and landed on Mike Clelland’s blogspot account (here). Upon reading the related article and the comments of his readers, I started to get more scared about it. I’m not the only person who had these scars and their stories are a bit similar to mine. Alien abduction might be on the picture or maybe insects are starting to get more artistic when they bite.

While the symbolism interpretation of a triangular shape varies from good fortune; such as being versatile to which it captures themes of magic, wonder and creativity (sounds like a relief). To the demonic related implications; such as Illuminati, all seeing eye, Bermuda triangle, and other Egyptian thingy.

Well, whatever it is or it was, it’ll remain inexplicable during my life time. I don’t want to overthink and go further to look for answers, since answers are just a mere description to the things we’re supposed to describe. So, yes, it’ll be no.

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As an active participant of some online organizations or shall I call myself a “netizen” I can almost be aware of what’s happening to every corner of the world, but I’d prefer to stay connected to topics that greatly concerns my country, the Philippines. Everyday there are new articles to discuss with and reading the commentaries can sometimes nurture my mind with new ideas or improves my views on the certain matter, though it’s inevitable to read comments that are off-topic, copy-paste, and/or re-posted.

Take the #aldub and their #kalyeserye for instance and the #pastillasgirl and her search for #mrpastillas now labeled as #twitterserye.

Well, I just broke out my silence on the “trending topic” (“TRENDING TOPIC” repeated, uppercased, and boldfaced) in which a huge number of netizens is more concerned than the current affairs of the nation. Let’s admit it, once an article has been published relating to their “online love story” netizens tend to defend them as if they’re closely related with their bloodline not even reading a single sentence of the said article. It’s a moot point, it’s part of their automatic reflex, it’s what they take after every meal three times a day, it’s the only thought running on their heads thinking what are the “kilig moments” that are yet to happen. Worst is, it’s the only topic they can share with for the entire day.

I have nothing against those individuals who plays the role of #aldub, #pastillasgirl, and soon to be #mrpastillas but I loathe the madness of “SOME” of their fans who lingers in an illusion of grandeur by opposing “SOME” lunatic bashers. These fanatics can effortlessly blabber without putting on their thinking cap, perhaps they don’t have one, but things just got real when you bump into one of them in the physical world while you are mentally perceptive.

What I mean is, incoherent comments are different when you simply hate it; you hate it because you have your own valid reasons rather than conforming to the crowd, you hate it because you simply don’t like it rather than your organization despise it, and you hate it because you somehow lose your respect on that individual rather than turning a blind eye.

It’s easy for us, netizens, to disgust people, to make fun of anyone, to make a fake personality, to pretend that we know everything, for that “WELCOME TO THE INTERNET” but we really don’t know the personalities behind those love teams, they’re just celebrities at all, let’s be mindful what they do for the living. Therefore, to my friends and to whom it may concern, refrain from meaningless reactions, it’s the least human thing we can do over the internet.

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I visited the vacant lot in the neighborhood the other day, it’s one of the sacred places during my childhood when there was an abandoned house right there where my friends and I used to hang out. Unfortunately, we may have overran the place or something that the supporting columns suddenly broke down until the entire house skewed towards the neighbor’s wall. It’s a terrible yet saddening event since we are to be blamed and we just ruined our supposed to be clubhouse.

Anyways, while I was there, a kid approached me and asked “naa nakay asawa?” (do you have a wife?) I can’t believe it at first or maybe I misheard the kid since I can’t get the picture of why such an innocent and young human being gets interested on the matter such as love life, then I asked him again but got the same question, I promptly said “wala pa” (not yet) and then he went off.

I know in my age I should probably take the quest of getting a family, but my love life is perfectly rounded than zero. I don't even have a partner and my previous relationships had the longest run for only a month. Right now, I've been enjoying myself alone for more than 6 years but I won't deny that I tend to engage on "flirting" which I find a lot better than keeping my hopes high on a serious relationship to an unserious person.

When I think of my way of living and my education, though it's considerable but still, I struggle. I'm trying to sneak what future will I give to my family if would it be satisfactory or just enough. I don't want to enumerate my doubts but they all seemed to be pointing out that I'm not yet ready, I'm a risk taker but serious matters like this should be well planned. While I can stand by my own if I really wanted to, but there are opportunities on this side where I’m at and I don’t want to waste them, again. I’ve wasted lots of opportunities back then, opportunities that were very significant if I took them seriously but I was blinded by my own ego, I was overwhelmed, and admittedly lose a huge amount that was supposed to be my investment for my future plans. I've learned from it. Right now, I’m back to the drawing board and along the process I'm not open to anyone that could pry into my objectives.

Until then, I should remain patient, just what they say "love moves in mysterious ways..." who knows, my other half is just around the corner.

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Ethel, Michelle, Me, Palang

Michelle: Dili ko kahinga! Dili ko kahinga! Please hununga na! Please! Please! (I can’t breath! I can’t breath! Please stop it! Please! Please!)
Me: Piyonga imong mata!!! (Close your eyes!)
Michelle: Dili jud makaya, mura nakog mamatay! (I can’t take it anymore, I feel like I’m dying!)
–my cousin while dyingly pleaded to stop the crazy mouse coaster

The other day, I went to Gensan to partake their celebration of the #TunaFestival but I was a week early before the actual event and I won’t be staying there for long since I have responsibilities back home. Luckily, there’s a Carnival nearby, the same carnival I’ve been during the “Araw ng Davao” and surely I’ve ridden all the rides except for one, the crazy mouse coaster. Seeing as an opportunity I dare myself to take a ride on it along with my cousins who happened to be all girls (I expect the screaming and all the drama a girl could ever be).

Crazy Mouse Coaster: like a roller coaster, just shorter.

While we’re waiting for our turn we saw people who were screaming in horror, their faces were like they’ve seen death, and after each ride some of them seems to be enfeebled that they can’t stand right after their turn and some may run along to the side of the rails and… My cousin, Michelle, begged to cancel off the ride but I told her we’d just wasted our tickets if we don’t which my other two cousins both agree. And so it was our turn, I seated at the front row of the front car, the stainless handles are greasy, the floor just got corroded that I can see the ground through it, the seat belts upon testing just got loosen up. I was scared. So much. Very much. Then it started rolling, feeling relaxed, come on! It’s a just a ride. I was thinking the carnival owner wouldn’t let any accidents to happen, thus, they may have checked every rides to keep everyone safe. Later on as it speeded up, I was like WTF! WTF! WTF! (sorry for swearing) damn it! I thought I’m gonna flew out of my seat, my vision is fading to black, I can’t hold on tight to the handles because it’s too greasy, then my cousin at the back started freaking out and I was worried she’d lose her consciousness. HOLY COW! However, we surpassed the ride but I swear I’ll never gonna ride a roller coaster ever again! NEVER!!!

Sea Dragon: the swinging ship.

After a while, after we’re done realizing how terrible that crazy mouse coaster was like, I took them to the “sea dragon”, a swinging ship. Having an experience of what was it like, I lied to them by saying “it’s just like a swing, except that it’s bigger” they also see it as not as terrible like the previous ride. Just swinging, right? I told them we’d be seating at the end (because the effect is more intensifying). At the first few swings they seem to enjoy it since the gust of wind to every swing was kinda refreshing but not until it gets higher and higher. They started screaming “AHHHHHHHHHHHH” and I was just laughing at them while taking a video but later on I felt like I’d drop myself on the ground and my knees are shaking, then I stop recording and made a quick grip on the safety handle. Though I’ve been to that ride before, I never thought I’d still freak out.

Wall of Death: the death defying motor stunt.

I asked them if they want to try the Ferris Wheel or the Horror Train or the Disco Tagada (disco tagada is great especially if there’s a lot of people on it) but the looks on their faces suggests that it’s a big NO. Then we just walk around the carnival, bought some drinks, and looking for another fun to engage. While walking I saw the wall of death, that death defying motor stunt. I still remember when I first saw their stunt I was frozen in shock. They don’t have any idea what the motorist will do inside (approximately) 30ft tall circular wall. The stuntman came in, the show is about to start. As the first stuntman ride on his motorcycle circling around on the ground, they thought it’s just a boring show, after a few minutes the second stunt man went in and ride on his motorcycle doing the same thing as the first stuntman did, just circling around. Soon after the second stuntman climb on the wall (with the motorcycle of course) followed by the first then both drive in free hands! One my cousins looked away. When the show is about to end the second stuntman completely turned off the engine at the top and everyone was on shock, including me.

I had so much fun that night! But you see, I’ve been to the middle of the sea while the boat engine just got crashed with gigantic waves hitting on us, I’ve been to the roof top of our seven storey university building when I accidentally throw my classmate’s phone while we’re at the sky gym, I’ve run away from the person who’s so high (in drugs) he wanted to kill us, and other horrible events. But these rides really made me jump out of my skin.

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I did this 3 years ago, tagged my cute/good/best friends, is all...

Everyone of us may have our very own best friends. Someone that we know who knows us very well from head to foot. Someone who’s brutally honest with us but knows exactly how to give compliments. When someone asks you to keep a secret but automatically assumes that telling your best friend does not count (it's just sometimes you need someone's opinion on the matter). But you can always tell if they’re lying, in fact you can nearly read their mind. Those are the qualities I’m looking at my best friends and at least I have (counting…) four of them and each have its own uniqueness. I mean, every person is unique but sometimes the similarity can make us somehow disregard the others as we try to compare who’s greater and who’s not.

Take me for instance; I have an impulsive best friend, an uncle/best friend, a cynical best friend, and an uncategorized best friend.

MY IMPULSIVE BEST FRIEND

me and Jayson Paul

His name is Jason Paul, we’ve been best friends for more than 20 years now. What’s the funny thing is, when we were just kids we used play guns and trucks and hero figures, but look at him now, he turned into a #barbie. However, I don’t despise him because of that, rather, I’m proud of his braveness to bring out his true colors. I call him impulsive because he's like the kind of a person who would always do the things he wants to do without giving a damn to anyone, if that's makes him happy, he will go for it! Has become a part of the family that every time his around he’d grab snacks in the fridge, takes meal at the kitchen, defecate in our toilet, and memorized all the dates of events, every birthdays and even my parents anniversary, there's no need for invitation as he'd turn up no matter what time as if he installed a private line CCTV to every corner in our house. Sometimes, when the family is out of town he’s the only person we can trust to watch over the house, feed the dogs, the turtles, and water the plants. He’s also familiar with all the horror, all the ghost that resides in it, and that creepy “pssst” sound. We may not hang around unlike before since we’re both busy in our own activities, but every time we’re together I don’t feel like something has change, we’re meant to be best friends AT WALANG MAKAKAPIGIL SA AMIN!!! (no one can stop us)

MY UNCLE/BEST FRIEND

me and James

This guy, James, is actually my uncle, except that I’m a bit older. We’ve known for like 2 years not including those years when we remained as acquaintances. We started getting to know each other when he’s at under my supervision (job thing) on a distant place where the only person I know I can rely with to battle the loneliness is, fortunately, my relative, and that’s him. Our friendship was ignited with a few bottles of Red Horse Beer. When the alcohol escalates the level of our confidence we started to have a conversation as if we’ve known each other for so long, sharing the fun experiences and all. Since then we became best friends. Then we get drunk a lot of the time. I still remember the day when we have to part ways and when he said it’ll takes us at least 30 years (just a joke right?) before seeing each other again. I cried that day, we both cried that day. But as soon as he came back unexpectedly we both agree not to mention that day ever, how awkward isn't it? I even made him a poem entitled “A Poem To My Worst Friend Ever” when we parted that day. We also made a cover of Stupid Love by Salbakuta while we're having a SLUMBER PARTY (your face!).

M CYNICAL BEST FRIEND

me and Mia

Her name is Mia, I met her on the first day in college; she came late for the first period, seated beside me, her eyes were so heavy like she’s been crying the whole night, her long hair she seem to forgot to comb. After the first period we had a vacant time and while waiting for the next period I went to the library but she’s tailing me! Then she started asking questions about my interests and I was like “Damn! Just go away!” I thought I’d be spending my entire semester avoiding her but it turns out that she was of a big help during my college days. She's a little peculiar from my classmates or from the other ladies I've known, she hates a lot of things (which I somehow also hates) except for cats, and that's reason why I love her, she don't conform to. Though we don’t see too often we would still find a way to meet at least once in a month, you know, to pretend that we’re still best friends.

We were supposed to meet yesterday, "supposed".

MY UNCATEGORIZED BEST FRIEND

me and Joy

I put it uncategorized because I don't know what's the best word to describe her, she's like anywhere on the spot, so maybe the uncategorized will do but if it's somehow insulting, at least on my part it doesn't. So, her name is Joy, to make a long story short, we became friends while we’re playing an online game. Right now, there’s no other person I can think of when I needed advice on serious matters, though she’s far across the country but our constant communication helps us keeping our friendship alive. People may ask, why not seek advice from your other best friends? I can’t, because I’m older than them, not because it comes with my pride nor they can't give advice very well. But because I should know when I needed someone’s aid on the right time at the right situation, and who said I don't seek advice from anyone else except her? No one. LOL!

I always love to make new friends but we can’t deny the fact that among them all we’ll find someone we know we can put on our trust and dedication, you know, best friends be like... DUH!

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When I’m done checking my inbox and notifications on Facebook, I don’t usually stick around or scan through my newsfeed, even turn off my chat status as to avoid people who are really good at short-talk which I really hate. You see, I’m so talkative that I keep on blabbering even in my blog.

While it’s been obvious that the majority of internet users would visit Facebook to aid their undeniably daily dose of boredom, I have my Top 5 Daily Dose of Fun to counteract with. I’ve been following these sites a few years ago and they never fail in keeping the humor and lesson combined together. To start with:

1. XKCD – xkcd.com

I also wonder what it stands for but here’s what they said “It's not actually an acronym. It's just a word with no phonetic pronunciation -- a treasured and carefully-guarded point in the space of four-character strings.” There you have it. I’ve been reading webcomics from this site since 2009 with mostly stick-figure wherein the humor may not be that comprehensible as it talks about science, math, technology, and sarcasm all in one.

2. The Awkward Yeti – theawkwardyeti.com

This webcomic features the awkwardness of Lars, the Yeti, and his struggles to get in to social life. Aside from Lars, it also includes a variety of comics you can choose from which mostly personifies any stuff like coffee, food, TV, human organs, and anything that must be included in the story. Of course, my favorite is the inner conversation between the realistic-ever-rational Brain and the optimistic-ever-impulsive Heart.

3. Fake Science – fakescience.com

From the name of the website itself, it seems like it’s unreliable to visit it if the intention is to learn about science. Although it may be less factual than the actual science but the comicality is so hilarious you’d forget there’s logic and hidden truth behind each graphic they publish.

4. Did You Know? – didyouknowblog.com

I’m a fan of random facts and trivial knowledge since I can’t just focus on one field, so why not anything? The question is, is there anything on this universe that is real? No. I think we only give names and descriptions to the things for us to easily describe it. I mean, human evolution isn’t just about anatomical but also encompasses the cognitive learning of oneself, that is to know more.

5. Improbable Research – improbable.com

The website may sound boring, like who’d care much about research? Except that the research are the most strangely innovative, most bizarre, and most something to wonder with. Who’d ever thought that chickens prefer beautiful humans?

6. 9Gag – 9gag.com

For those who are familiar with 9Gag it may just be an avenue of funny pictures, GIFS, stories, memes, and sarcasms. But those are not published by the website owner itself but from its users, thus, you are reading someone’s personal experience and/or knowledge and the fact that the comment section can sometimes be more funny than the post. It’s like you’re in a party with strangers but needless of knowing each other since the fun itself connects a mutual understanding with everyone.

So, those are my medicine to keep the boredom away and to state the obvious, mostly it’s about Science. Yes! I’m a Science enthusiast but I do keep in my mind that “fact does not leave a room for possibility” that’s why it’s up to us whether we believe it or not to believe it. Nevertheless, a question is another question to a question. Don’t get confuse, life is short, you’d be wasting a few seconds of your life if you do.

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“That the possession of great power necessarily implies great responsibility” -T.C. Hansard

I was in shock upon hearing the news of the death of Pamana (or Legacy), a critically-endangered Philippine Eagle, who was found shot dead in the Mt. Hamiguitan at Davao Oriental weeks after she was released in the wild. Although the locals are said to be “committed” to protect the area as it homes to an astonishing diversity of species, including at least 10 Philippine Eagle. But still, incident such as the killing of Pamana occurred.

Photo credit to: Manila Bulletin

It’s a sad day for us Filipino to know that Pamana is now dead, Philippine Eagle is the nation’s national bird and their number is declining due to deforestation and wild-life hunting which is still prevalent in this country inspite of increased awareness of the endangered species. People may wonder, “what’s the value of an endangered species?” While the answer may vary in different perspective but one thing I know for sure; through their instincts they play an important role to balance the nature in which human race absolutely rely on, is all.

What I fear is when time comes that a great number of species would suddenly disappear on this planet and when people realizes their significance but it’s all too late. It’s never impossible, though I’m probably dead by then, so why do I care? If your selfishness has reached to the point of not valuing the welfare of others and of the future generations, then I guess you are nothing but nothing. Unless if you’re a bee, but you’re not.

“The fact is that of the 100 crop species that provide 90 per cent of the world’s food, over 70 are pollinated by bees.”- UN report

So, who would expect bees can do that? For all we know, they only made honey that we can get from their beehive (or their house) in which we destroy to collect the honey, put it on a container, we sell it, we get the money, we enjoy the money, we run out of money, and then we find another beehive. And what will happen to the stray bees? They will die shortly after their beehive is destroyed because they all rely with each other, like they can’t build an entire house with a single flap of their wings and joining another beehive is death as well.

Same goes for the Philippine Eagle, they feed on monkey, snake, lizard, some bird etc., yet they’re not just the only predator, but not all predator feed on the Philippine Eagle’s diet . If they don’t exist anymore, there will be an overwhelming number of animals of the same class in the ecosystem which can somehow attributes to the accelerating extinction of plants and other animals as well, there will be dominion, the balance will be destroyed, and human race will no longer benefit the nature. It’s a give and take scenario but since humanity has the highest intellectual capability (excuse me for the dolphin) I think we should be the one giving.

The problem is, some people thought that animals are processing each information they get like a human do, when in fact animals just want to survive and to multiply. They don’t log-in to facebook or tweet their activities, they don’t post a selfie on instagram or browse at 9Gag.

I believe everything was made equally and the reason why human came out late is because we are all responsible to take care of everything that has been made before us.

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The other day I took an afternoon nap since I’ve been awake for like 20 hours straight, depriving my body to have its appropriate rest time, but I don’t usually sleep during afternoon because I can’t go to bed early at night. So before I went to sleep I set alarm on my phone giving me at least 2 hours rest and when I thought I’ve heard the alarm while I’m sleeping I immediately woke up, but what comes next is very unexpected.

So I get off the bed and walked straight to the door but when I tried to turn the knob it was locked and there is no way it could locked from the outside. Then I remember that my doorknob is kinda faulty that if you forcibly turn it while it’s locked it’ll turn the whole thing as in all of its layered plates, whatever you call it! Unfortunately, it didn’t work that time. However, I suddenly noticed that I feel so light like I’ve been floating then I realized I’m in the state of dreaming. It’s just a little odd because I’m seeing myself and it’s the very first time it ever occurred in my life.

When I took a research the result says “astral projection” which I don’t think it was since in astral projection you should see yourself motionless, while in my case I see myself moving. Another result is “lucid dreaming” it may have been lucid dreaming but as it states that you are aware that you’re dreaming (Yes! I am) and you can control everything in dreamland; you could have super power and maybe destroy the entire universe in which I can’t do any of it since I’m just simply standing at the corner while watching myself finding a way out. I’m fully aware that I’m just dreaming and being trapped in my room is just an imaginary scenario which will eventually disappear by the time I’m awake, thus, I don’t feel scared, no rapid palpitation, just the feeling of weightlessness.

Soon after, I woke up without worrying what just happened because, once again, I’m just dreaming, no big deal. I can still remember during that dream when my room is field of its regular dimness with bluish light entering from my jealousy window, I was floating and my motion was of like underwater, the temperature is cold, there’s no other entity in my room but just me and the other me, and while I’m watching myself my vision was kinda blurry like you’re watching through a smudged glass.

The strange thing is, I’ve been encountering odd situations in my room while I'm sleeping. I get nightmares, I feel like someone is watching me, there are kids playing on my bed that sometimes they woke me up for stepping on my leg and it really feels like the feet was of the size of a toddler. Nevertheless, I get used to it.

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Crazy Mouse Coaster: like a roller coaster, just shorter.

Sea Dragon: the swinging ship.

Wall of Death: the death defying motor stunt.

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