Ignore the last post. I was better 5 minutes after I hit ‘publish’. I only needed to switch on my isolation button and play one angry mp3. So, moving on.
I love this pic. This was taken at Busay Falls, one of the first places we went to. It started raining while we were posing for the pic. It was one of those fun, candid moments.
During the course of the trip, we stayed in Tabaco City, Albay, the place where our host’s family hails from, her mother generously providing the hotel accomodation. Mayon Volcano was visible from the hotel but it was almost always covered by clouds. She showed herself only on the morning of our second day. I later learned that Mayon came from ‘magayon’, which meant maganda or beautiful.
On our first day, we rented a van and went sight-seeing. After Busay falls, we went to the Cagsawa ruins, the famous church tower that survived the eruption of Mayon Volcano in 1814 and the place that appears in the only video played by the karaoke machine in WestWind. Read the rest of this entry »
Last Friday, we had our midyear batch party. It wasn’t the usual crowd but dare I say that it was more fun this year. I came home drunk at about 4am. That left me an hour and a half to pack for our Bicol trip and to prepare for the annual APMC summit at PMA. I had enough time… had I not fallen asleep on my couch. The bus left without me. It was too late for the APMC thing but I still needed to get to QC to meet my friend. I’m spending the night at their house before leaving for Bicol the next day.
Before this, the farthest I commuted alone was a bus ride from the tricycle terminal in our subdivision to Southmall. The night before, my phone also decided to die on me. Luckily, one of my friends hasn’t gone home yet. She gave me directions and let me borrow one of her phones. It was also a stroke of luck that the last book I read was ‘The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time’. I thought, “Shit, if Christopher can do it then so can I.”
I hauled along three bags as I rode a jeepney, a bus and the entire MRT line. I tried to remember the last time we commuted from Cavite to QC to watch a UAAP game. I even wrote down the directions my friend gave me. I never had to pull out that piece of paper out of my pocket but knowing I had it kept me calm. After three hours, muscles aching, feeling and looking promdi, I reached Trinoma in one piece.
The ordeal was actually kind of fun (I even got to watch my first Chuck Norris film on the bus). And like Christopher, there was this sense of accomplishment and of having overcome a challenge, autism in his case and a sheltered, overprotected upbringing in mine.
