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Saturday, December 22, 2012

Nomadic Experiences of 2012: From the Halifax Airport Lounge Until a Long December


The year the world is supposed to end is about to end. A year which filled my memory vault almost to a full. Something I will look back in earnest disbelief (and bragging rights) that I've experienced it all in a span of one year. In between the struggles of everyday living, I am proud to sandwich days and nights, in the company of friends and other nameless strangers who've all been a part of my over-all literal and figurative journey. From rushing to pack my backpack, chasing time of departures, hopping from one bus to another, getting starved in the middle of an outstanding scenery, falling in love and then some. 2012 definitely is one for the books.

Sunday, December 16, 2012

[Insert Adjectives Here] at Tinago Falls in Iligan


Like a miracle pill, Tinago waterfalls presents a soothing cure for any hangover, it washes away each unsavory tendencies with its strong current. In the drunkenness of life, how each sways and falls drives anyone to search, find and eventually marvel at a place like this, only to realize that nature at its finest is bullshits' alter ego. As the white water spew out from the river above and cuts through the tiny cracks of the high rise rock formation. The blue colored water surrounded by the lush vegetation, forms an inviting pool. Notwithstanding the embarrassing attempt by men to construct un-necessary infrastructures around, while threatening the waterfalls, one can still describe the place in all favorable adjectives.

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Monday, December 10, 2012

Eyeballing Maria Cristina Falls in Iligan


I've already heard about Maria Cristina Falls as early as when I was still focused on toys and playground noise. I'm pretty sure my Sibika and Kultura teacher hasn't seen it up close then. But, the way she described it while reading from the book, sounded like it was a sight to see. It was one of those moments at school when my mind would travel far and wide and beaming with rich imagination, I would paint a picture of the Maria Cristina in my head and wonder if ever matches its real image. I find it fascinating  now that I grew up and had this opportunity to visit the places I once learned in grade school. I finally had my chance of eyeballing Maria Cristina Falls up close. Part of the Agus river in Mindanao, the towering waterfalls standing 321.5 feet, stares back at me with only the blitzkrieg sound enveloping the surrounding. I directed my eyes back in a locked stare-down. Unlike a pair of prize fighters looking at each other with bad intentions, mine was injected with nothing but pure admiration.

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