some errr

  before the first week of classes, my summer has been filled with litany of complains and envious drooling over other people's gettaways. so when my sister did not sleep for a week to earn moolah, she finally said: punta tayong… then dadi cuts: ILOCOS! his excited narrations of which places to go and what to look out for, of course he orated using his i-know-that-sort-of-thing tone that he gives himself authority to use because he watches too much tv. TOO MUCH TV. so my sister and i were swept away. i was excited. HELL, i was so excited that i forgot the digislr charger for the canon eos that my sister rented.  just imagine her disappointment when she was fidgeting with the zippers of the camera bag on our way to ilocos norte! i want to blame her for not checking it while we were on actuarial st. but then, i repressed the brat in me. it was my fault no matter what angle you look at the situation. 

having said that; as if i don't feel worse enough for leaving something soooo important behind (bec of the fact that she aloted her hard-earned money for the camera) she has to exhale her fear of losing battery within my earshot. just to make sure that i am deeply, sincerely remorseful. gawd, if i had the money right then and there i would have given it to her just to mend the ties that made me distance from her during the trip. i had the money originally, 2 crisp 3-personed, violet bills, inside a secret pocket of my newly-credit card-ed BAYO bag; but then our cambio got fuzzy and tired on Marcos' domain. so i had to shell out my money to buy the car part. In those moments i still wanted to believe that 'everything happens for a purpose.'  we got stranded in ilocos for three hours, the time that could've been spent reaching our destination earlier or exploring new sights. i am still glad that ma's digestive system was not cooperative that we had to stop, luckily, the cambio did not retire while we were on the road. 

within the three hours we've waited, me and a friend managed to create our very own WILSON in the name of DYUY.     our castaway friend. within the three hours, we have a made a film in our minds, contemplated on life, watched the sky, and watched a number of cows being transported out of the town, before they become someone else's dinner. 

after the three hours of waiting, we left DYUY and headed to paoay. the first stop was this large church with intricate details on its facade, a tower that is supposed to be a bell tower if not for the algae and the grass that made it hard to make it out as such. the sun was already setting by the time that we got to the church, imagine the wrong lighting and the wrong gradient of the sky which was not in favor of making the paoay church more breathtaking as it is. ok, lets just say that it was a challenge– to make it appear beautiful in the wrong time of day; but consider taking into account that we were exhausted physically and emotionally, we decided to call it a day.

we spent the night on a nearby beach. WOW BEACH. as far as i remember, i don't remember any memory of my past spent on the sands, the smell of the salt waters was alien to me. it was tempting to dip the littlest millimeter of my flesh unto the waters but then it was high tide already, i just finished enrolling, and i reckoned it was not a good idea to be flowed into the heart of the sea right then and there. so i stayed on the shore and watched the sun kiss the waters and disappear into the blue, as the sky changes its palettes from light to darkness. it was ephemeral. 

 come to think of it. 3 days is ephemeral. everything about the trip was, the money, the time, the excitement, the feeling of looking forward to something– all fleeting and at times misleading. i feel so bitter and ungrateful writing this entry because somehow i know that i laughed somewhere along the way. now i am clueless where i got the mindset that 'everything happens for a purpose.' i know my sister is wondering the same thing. 

all i have to say is my summer is all about the tan lines on my feet.