Monday, 06 April 2009

  • my diary in dapitan, dipolog and dakak

    “My Expedition with Rizal’s Tablet”

    Leaving the womb of my place Feb. 24, 2009 at 5:45 Am

                At 5:45 AM, we leaved and excitement burst with thrill of what will be the journey ahead. All were noisy with a big mouth, which reflects this excursion. I woke up at 3:00 AM with food and trousers for the tour. Premature baby as what I felt, feeling cheesy that seems someone tickle my right lower quadrant. Exhausted that embodied with inflamed emotion looses its salt for the anxiety that cause me not to sleep. Thinking of who will be my seatmate. Looking like 500-peso bill with the ideal yellow color that seems celebrating EDSA 2. Mr.Biong is a joker and a masculine teacher that I respect.

    The engine started, as well as the feelings started to rise and anxiety causes me to tremble. The wheel started rolling as my mind rolling of how will I learn and enjoy this trip. Imprisoned man covered with stain glass, philosophizing matter and amazed by the pulchritude of nature that succeed my attention. How horrific and beautiful the nature is, the green trees that bloomed my eyes for the sun sustain the valuable life of living nature. Creator created the wonderful nature but foolish and apathetic people gradually killed the living nature. The bald mountain causes grief to the poor animals, weeping and calling for help to revive the forgotten and ignored forest. Poor man’s eye wary with burden that slowly killed by people’s brutality.

    Bus with useless air-condition machine: breakfast with full stomach…

                Summer is fast approaching, the heat of the sunrays slowly destroyed my black and delicate skin “Obama they caught” and baldhead started to sweat. Searching for humid air and found out loosing a chance to have humidifier. Looking up and wiping the tears of the skin. Poor little boy, unfortunate to have comfortable bus, but the virgin air blew the hungry and dry face, fulfilling the unfulfilled expectations. I felt my back pain and coccyx area with murmuring stomach causes me to stretch my sleepy body. Swallowing and engulfing the food that I prepared without inviting the person beside me for I am shy. Decided to stop at GEOLIN mini restaurant, ate my breakfast even with packed stomach. Rice with chicken Adobo brought from my friend and 1 piece fish Adobo that I cooked. Wow! We ate with herd of BSN 2k students and happiness makes my stomach full to the peak of the mountain.

                Our teacher was very funny, jolly, and joker with never ending jokes. Jokes with full of green things, as a consequence students were more eager to listen for its all about worldly things. Stumble of what they were talking and thinking how I wish that they will talk things with sense but I understand. “They want to enjoy”. Serious person is innate to a man sitting while listening to the sound of the air music as it vibrate my auricle and pass to the external acoustic meatus and vibrate my tympanic membrane causes me to be lonely. Laughed sometimes for I do not want to be old but unfortunately obvious with my alopecia.

    Stepping the new land offered by GOD for the man’s lonely and empty mind with travel….

                Took a step to the place of SIBUGAY boundary landmark which cost 5M, well you can judge how it looks. The very first headstones of my journey with deceiving smile and with a mask, facing the camera was taken in the place of my friend. Although. I do not know the reason why. Would it cost much even if it were phony? Rubber plantation In Sibugay causes smelly and fishy air. Very poor!  “As caught by our teacher”. Illegal logging resulted to a bald mountain, how pity the place is.

                In other sphere, while in the bus my colleagues, the poor little excursionist striving to relieve the dizziness and wanting to pulled down the eyelid for not to sleep. Singing old songs serenade the reticular activating system and divert the attention from sleepy into weird and raucous voice that causes my eardrum to burst, one way of relieving stress.

    Arriving in Dipolog and staying at pension house…

                Out of the world and block by the thick wall, out of knowing how to stay in pension house with mates. Depleted by the journey at last we arrived at pension house in Dipolog. I never know how to deal with my classmate and as deserted man fighting the egoistic desire. Sojourn resulted happiness but differs from joy, somehow relieve the solitary feelings of mine.

    Dinner at pension house : breaking the rules of our instructor…

                Talking with friends at receiving area were the reasons of exploding the rules. Someone greeted us while busy with our conversation. I took a glimpse and bow. They are strangers and smiling to us. Is it right not to respect people if they approach as with respect? I grew up and learned to respect people. Out of the world, poor little boy talked to strangers not because I want to scrutinize but I just respect them. I am old and know how to think, if people do not trust then what is the reason of being rational? I felt the Pain in my heart and burst with tears. Was it wrong to respect? Is it right to generalize people because they are foreigners? Suffocate cause by pain.

                On the other side, foods are waiting. The air filled with delicious dust. Dinner was great; we have beefsteak, chopsuey, fried chicken, fruit salad and soft drinks. Not in the mood of eating but murmuring stomach convinced me to. “Never talk to strangers” instill in my empty head and atrophy brain. After eating, some of my classmates presented their presentation about the exile of Rizal in Dapitan.

     

     

     

    Going to Dipolog Boulevard at 8:45 PM : not having camera for picture…

    Thinking of what will be our nice post, nice smile. Poor little boy unprivileged with cam, so little envy with my friends but it does not matter. I am poor.

    I tried to enjoy and worthy of what I have done. Anger heart tickles, slapped face by their arduous words. No one could break these non-living emotions to the people that make it stone. How can I throw the stone feelings, or I may just alienating myself. Post near at the bench, sitting down, up, little flex and extend the hip with peace sign and open mouth. Hehe!

    Yet sleepy at 10:00 Pm : Day started  with yell…

                We did not slept early for we treasure every minute, playing cards and doing things that excite us most. Dare to take off my shirt exposing the bony projections with group of sexy hot men and women. Hehe!  Just having nonsense fun. As early as 5:00pm, all were cramming for we woke up late, yelling for we were late for our breakfast. At 7:20 am, we took our delicious meals.

    Getting ready for Dapitan trip: Feb. 25, 2009 at 9:30 am

                We went in Dapitan plaza built with different structure, statue of Rizal. Thinking how tired he is, carrying his medical kit and book. Map created by Rizal is still alive in the eyes of the people but how bout the heart? The old renovated church was there with angel’s statue in every gigantic post. Bahay kubo were also there took a pictures and smile. Different structures make me wonder, there influence as well as the impact to the people.

    Is Rizal GOD? “As vampires said”

                Writings and pictures of Rizal in museums were the flowers that continue to bloom as the days passed by as well as the ants that will continue to bite. However, foolish people ignore the significant of these writings. Celebrating the independence because of his delicate writing, we are blessed for GOD used Rizal. 4 yrs. Stayed in Dapitan caused great impact in the city as I caught. Replica of the house of Rizal, the kitchen, and the comfort room caught my attention. Followers of Rizal maintain the cleanliness and the beauty of the replica, but they are poor. Weird and nerd to look at, are they? Wearing all white and looks like white lady. I was surprised when they invited us to listen some good news from their GOD who is Rizal, for the spirit of Rizal will return for this coming 2024.  I was shock by their words, amazing they are fool. They believed that the spirit of Rizal and Jesus Christ is one. Isn’t it weird? Very poor and showing how uneducated they are. They are influence by the blasphemy teachings of their vampire ancestor. They think that we are fool but sorry lot indeed. Just a respect so I stayed but I could not bear not to laugh. Well! People wearing blindfold easily fool by the poor words of enemy. The words of the vampires strike the coated mind with knowledge, poor arrowhead for it cannot penetrate.

    Dakak, is it you...I have been waiting…

                The mountain sealed with green lollipops, suck by my virgin eyes and absorb the delicious taste of the lollipops. Extracted juice looses its taste for droopy being slowly deteriorate the beauty of green lollipops. Adding ingredients “as they caught” for easy transportation. Is it right to ruin the innermost of the lollipops and its foundation. Anyway…

    The hidden treasure of nature was touched by the intense and excites sole with callus. Cold delicate juice flows into the hot body and thirsty skin. Diamonds are scattered surrounding the juice of the mountain, the green lollipops shed my delicate skin. At last, I felt on how to be a human cared by the beauty of the nature that soothes and broke the stone emotions. Sayonara DAKAK!

     

    The poor little boy returns Part1...

    It’s already dark when we arrive, the dinner is waiting. I ate a lot for I was tired of extracting the juice from the mountain. After a minute, we had our videoke celebrating for our trip. All were enjoying but poor little boy cannot. How can I, if someone hammered my stone heart. I cannot enjoy and compromise the gift of my friend. Therefore, I slept early.

    Farewell my friend:  its time to go…

    In my heart, I really wanted to extend the time but how can I if it is bounded with time. All were lonely for its time to leave. Tears were flowing for the sun is already setting; wish I could be with them again. The happiness, the joy, friendship cannot trade by money. The last and the end trip as a whole class. It was part of our history in life, as we go along in the different path.

    What matter most, is when I met someone who knew GOD.  I met him so many times and I know that there is something with him. I met him with his heart and I hope that he will continue to love GOD and continue to run the race. See you in the finish line…

    Sayonara…goodbye…paalam…adios..

     

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