The word play.

Sure, my eyes were tightly shut and I seemed so serene in the darkness of that bus. But I was fully awake; in fact, my mind was working overtime revisiting the places we’ve been, what happened there, and choosing words that would best describe them. I was like taking an exam.

I got up very, very early for that fieldtrip. Several gates were still closed so I could go on a UP tour before the dawn broke. But I opted to walk only to arrive at NIGS before the call time and find out that we’re less than a bus to fill.

Being on time: SUCKS

I always love long trips because I get to contemplate on my personal issues along the way. Though I figured that in that particular journey, I’ve no time to gather my thoughts and be serious. Especially when a guy from UP Rockhounds checked if the microphone would work (He said, “taste mic, taste mic, hmmm…yummy!), I lost the heart to be silent. We sang our souls out heading up north. Bennet killed the prim girl in me.

Looooonnnggg trips: YUMMY

Our family wanted adventure a lot and I’ve been to many places—from the most fancy to the most secluded. It’s indeed thrilling to be on the shore when there’s a monsoon rain and storm that cause waves be determined to wash away everybody. Although I prepared, I didn’t really plan to get wet while learning that the darker minerals settle beneath the lighter ones.  However, I was so dead curious about this unsalted beach and to a nearby falls where ferromagnesian minerals cause the mud to be red. BTW, I also discovered that I was not that clumsy after all.

Learning adventure: UNSTOPPABLE

Going home usually ends it all. But for some reasons, it became my favorite part of the trip. Everyone was so tired that I knew for sure there came a point in time that only me and Manong driver  were awake. If I was a mean girl, I would have pestered around and took pictures of those sleepy heads but I didn’t. J But I just ate and 






patiently waited for our stop over. And so we pulled over the Megastation. After I peed, I bought some souvenirs since not a sari-sari store was present in Pundaquit. Then I went to grab myself a cup of coffee and met my friends at the souvenir stand only to be walked passed by Dennis Trillo, with me having no idea and a camera in my pocket.

At the end of the day and you’re overjoyed: FOLLY