/start rant
I think I've waited long enough. Danzou already became Hokage, Sasuke and Tobi wrecked the Kage Summit, there is an impending war in the Ninja World, Sakura already confessed whatever she is feeling towards Naruto, and Yamato is proclaiming Kakashi as the new Hokage. We now know the extent of Sasuke's powers and the things hidden under Danzou's bandages. Heck, even the powers that Danzou's roots have been unraveled.
What about Hinata? C'mon, Kishimoto, you can do better than that. I've waited at least 25 episodes already. For a Naru-Hina Shipper, that's long enough.. I am still waiting for that "reaction" that Naruto is supposed to have with regard to Hinata's love confession, but no... Nothing. As in ... NOTHING! How long will I have to wait?
What are your plans for Hinata? Can you give me at least a little clue?
/end rant.
Monday, January 4, 2010
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
A Reformed Me
I don't know where to post my hodge podge thought. This is supposed to be a reaction paper in my Legal Counseling class. But because of the fact that I don't know how to react at all, I ended up making something that has nothing to do with the project. However, I still intend to pass this. Sayang naman.
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Few years ago, being proud is one of the traits that I fear, I may never lose up to the day I die. When I chose to go to law school after finishing college, some of my friends told me that I am in the right path, after all, most lawyers that they know are as proud as me. After about a week in law school, my so-called 'pride' and self-esteem hit an all-time low. I barely have a proud bone in my body anymore. Thanks to most of my professors, I managed to keep my feet on the ground. I learned that I am human and I still have much more to learn. At first, I don't understand what's with the recitations and humiliations. I thought being a lawyer is all about flaunting how good a person is when it comes to the law and finding loopholes in it. I entered law school feeling confident that I can do what most lawyers do, to lie and not to get caught, to boast but still appear intelligent, and to flaunt their knowledge but still look decent. What I am experiencing in law school is nowhere near those things. I can't lie at all, the professors know when I did and didn't study. They seem to have a psychic instinct. As for boasting, I feel like there is nothing to boast at all. All the achievements that I accumulated in high school and college doesn't seem to be applicable in law school at all. Lastly, on flaunting knowledge, I never feel confident at all whenever I am reciting in front of my professor. Even though I studied long and hard, the professors always find some question to throw at me that I don't know how to answer. How they do that, up to now, I still have no idea.
It will be lying if I say that I never felt out of place in my three years in San Beda College of Law. Most of the time, I had jitters. I always ask myself, "Is this path really for me?" Does learning the law worth every ounce of losing my former self? An unexpected answer came when I went to a court proceeding and watched it personally. The proceeding is nowhere near what people see in television. The real court room is smaller, there's not much space to walk, nor much space to sit. I found out that the fictional court room scenario that one sees on television where the lawyer can stand up and walk in front while asking the witness, is just that, a fiction, something created by television stations to give an interesting touch to a somewhat dull court room. Most people inside the court room have the so-called "pokerface" look. No one is laughing nor talking. Everyone is silent save for the defense lawyer who asks questions, the witnesses who answers it, and the clerk of court who translates everything from one language to another (English to Filipino and vice-versa). All three have voices that I can barely hear. There is conviction with every word they say but I am amazed because they managed to convey such conviction on such low voices. As for me and my companions, we were all holding our breaths. We avoid making unnecessary movements for fear of calling the judge's attention. Who knows, he might put us in contempt of court for disrupting court proceedings.
The interesting part in this court room scenario is the case itself. From what I can inferred, the case that the judge is hearing that day is about violation of Dangerous Drugs Act. The witness, who apparently, is also the accused, was giving her testimony on how she was captured by the policemen who charged her. While I was half-listening and half-observing, the big revealing answer to my mind-boggling question came to me in a rush. How dare I to question if I belong here. Of course I do. For as long as I can remember, I always dream to become a lawyer. There might be some time when I question that dream, but still, at the back of my mind, the desire is there. It is my life-long dream, and I am few years away from achieving it. Here I am, sitting in a court room, being here and watching this scenario. Something tells me that few years from now, I should be one of those two person sitting in front, busying myself with the matters of cases, I don't care whether I am a prosecutor or a defense lawyer, it is being a lawyer that matters.
I might never realize up to that moment, but I like the real court more than the fictional one. Yes, the facilities and ambience might not be nowhere near comparison since court rooms on televisions are way above "nice", "sweet" and "classy". But still, the fact that the real court room offers a much serious approach makes me think that I will choose the real one over the one in television. The real court room depicts something that no television can portray. It has a certain touch that one cannot capture on camera. I keep dwelling on that thought until I figured it out. I like the real court room scene more because it offers more room for sympathy, for emotions. It is reality in its best. Something is at stake, it is not just a story. One wrong something and the judge might have sentenced an innocent person for a few years in jail. One wrong something, and the guilty person might be freed from the crime that he should've been paying dear. All of these, it is there. Inside that small room with inadequate ventilation and seating. The lives of several accused is placed on the hand of their lawyers and the judge.
For once in my life, I found a meaning. I realized that I've been looking at it in different places. Of course law school is the first step, it is where I am re-socialized and taught on the technical aspects of being a lawyer. But the education does not end when I graduate there, it is only just beginning. The things that law school is showing me is just a glimpse, a mere overview, a bird's eye view, the tip of the iceberg. The professors are hardening us not because they want to. All the taunting, the sarcasm, the humiliation and the belittling, it is for something, it is not just because they are power-tripping. My professors wanted us to become better persons, not just proud lawyers. They want us to feel what it is like to be humbled so we can serve other people. That's what lawyering should be. Serving the people, being a public servant, enabling the masses to reach the justice that they deserve. Inside the four walls of that court room, I found more answers to the questions that I have. Staying there for just 3-4 hours has enabled me to adequately understand the true meaning of being a lawyer. They are not just there to rule, they are there to fight. The ability to bring condemn or free men with words, that is what the profession boasts. I promised myself right then and there that I will do everything to become a good lawyer if I ever passed the BAR. My purpose now is different, I no longer think of law as a profession for those with high pride. I no longer want to become a lawyer to have an excuse applying my proud side. I know what I should do now. I am a reformed me.
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Few years ago, being proud is one of the traits that I fear, I may never lose up to the day I die. When I chose to go to law school after finishing college, some of my friends told me that I am in the right path, after all, most lawyers that they know are as proud as me. After about a week in law school, my so-called 'pride' and self-esteem hit an all-time low. I barely have a proud bone in my body anymore. Thanks to most of my professors, I managed to keep my feet on the ground. I learned that I am human and I still have much more to learn. At first, I don't understand what's with the recitations and humiliations. I thought being a lawyer is all about flaunting how good a person is when it comes to the law and finding loopholes in it. I entered law school feeling confident that I can do what most lawyers do, to lie and not to get caught, to boast but still appear intelligent, and to flaunt their knowledge but still look decent. What I am experiencing in law school is nowhere near those things. I can't lie at all, the professors know when I did and didn't study. They seem to have a psychic instinct. As for boasting, I feel like there is nothing to boast at all. All the achievements that I accumulated in high school and college doesn't seem to be applicable in law school at all. Lastly, on flaunting knowledge, I never feel confident at all whenever I am reciting in front of my professor. Even though I studied long and hard, the professors always find some question to throw at me that I don't know how to answer. How they do that, up to now, I still have no idea.
It will be lying if I say that I never felt out of place in my three years in San Beda College of Law. Most of the time, I had jitters. I always ask myself, "Is this path really for me?" Does learning the law worth every ounce of losing my former self? An unexpected answer came when I went to a court proceeding and watched it personally. The proceeding is nowhere near what people see in television. The real court room is smaller, there's not much space to walk, nor much space to sit. I found out that the fictional court room scenario that one sees on television where the lawyer can stand up and walk in front while asking the witness, is just that, a fiction, something created by television stations to give an interesting touch to a somewhat dull court room. Most people inside the court room have the so-called "pokerface" look. No one is laughing nor talking. Everyone is silent save for the defense lawyer who asks questions, the witnesses who answers it, and the clerk of court who translates everything from one language to another (English to Filipino and vice-versa). All three have voices that I can barely hear. There is conviction with every word they say but I am amazed because they managed to convey such conviction on such low voices. As for me and my companions, we were all holding our breaths. We avoid making unnecessary movements for fear of calling the judge's attention. Who knows, he might put us in contempt of court for disrupting court proceedings.
The interesting part in this court room scenario is the case itself. From what I can inferred, the case that the judge is hearing that day is about violation of Dangerous Drugs Act. The witness, who apparently, is also the accused, was giving her testimony on how she was captured by the policemen who charged her. While I was half-listening and half-observing, the big revealing answer to my mind-boggling question came to me in a rush. How dare I to question if I belong here. Of course I do. For as long as I can remember, I always dream to become a lawyer. There might be some time when I question that dream, but still, at the back of my mind, the desire is there. It is my life-long dream, and I am few years away from achieving it. Here I am, sitting in a court room, being here and watching this scenario. Something tells me that few years from now, I should be one of those two person sitting in front, busying myself with the matters of cases, I don't care whether I am a prosecutor or a defense lawyer, it is being a lawyer that matters.
I might never realize up to that moment, but I like the real court more than the fictional one. Yes, the facilities and ambience might not be nowhere near comparison since court rooms on televisions are way above "nice", "sweet" and "classy". But still, the fact that the real court room offers a much serious approach makes me think that I will choose the real one over the one in television. The real court room depicts something that no television can portray. It has a certain touch that one cannot capture on camera. I keep dwelling on that thought until I figured it out. I like the real court room scene more because it offers more room for sympathy, for emotions. It is reality in its best. Something is at stake, it is not just a story. One wrong something and the judge might have sentenced an innocent person for a few years in jail. One wrong something, and the guilty person might be freed from the crime that he should've been paying dear. All of these, it is there. Inside that small room with inadequate ventilation and seating. The lives of several accused is placed on the hand of their lawyers and the judge.
For once in my life, I found a meaning. I realized that I've been looking at it in different places. Of course law school is the first step, it is where I am re-socialized and taught on the technical aspects of being a lawyer. But the education does not end when I graduate there, it is only just beginning. The things that law school is showing me is just a glimpse, a mere overview, a bird's eye view, the tip of the iceberg. The professors are hardening us not because they want to. All the taunting, the sarcasm, the humiliation and the belittling, it is for something, it is not just because they are power-tripping. My professors wanted us to become better persons, not just proud lawyers. They want us to feel what it is like to be humbled so we can serve other people. That's what lawyering should be. Serving the people, being a public servant, enabling the masses to reach the justice that they deserve. Inside the four walls of that court room, I found more answers to the questions that I have. Staying there for just 3-4 hours has enabled me to adequately understand the true meaning of being a lawyer. They are not just there to rule, they are there to fight. The ability to bring condemn or free men with words, that is what the profession boasts. I promised myself right then and there that I will do everything to become a good lawyer if I ever passed the BAR. My purpose now is different, I no longer think of law as a profession for those with high pride. I no longer want to become a lawyer to have an excuse applying my proud side. I know what I should do now. I am a reformed me.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Stress
How Stressed is Bevs?
1. Her favorite song for the moment is "Holy God We Praise Thy Name", the song used in St. Jude's Novena.
2. She chose to live near the St. Jude Church eventhough it is far from San Beda.
3. She collects useless quotable quotes from deranged law professors and students.
e.g. Prof: (Addressed to the whole class) Is there a rape qualified by treachery?
Student: Um, Sir, I don't think rape can be qualified by treachery.
Prof: Pwede! Kapag sa likod pinasok!
Student: Ngii.
4. She drinks water like a cow. *moo*
5. She bought three books of Naruto stickers and sticked them in her law books and codals.
6. She believes in good faith that the ice cream being sold at Mini-Stop for P15 is God's gift for her.
7. She is thinking of buying a pet fish so she can torture the poor thing by telling her daily rants about law school, the mountanous assignment, and the professors.
8. Her idea of resting is reading the codal provisions, writing notes and digesting cases.
9. She sends expired sandwhich to her friends. She also harass some of them by sending text messages at 3 in the morning.
10. Her idea of shopping is going to Recto to buy in the Rex Bookstore or the National Bookstore.
1. Her favorite song for the moment is "Holy God We Praise Thy Name", the song used in St. Jude's Novena.
2. She chose to live near the St. Jude Church eventhough it is far from San Beda.
3. She collects useless quotable quotes from deranged law professors and students.
e.g. Prof: (Addressed to the whole class) Is there a rape qualified by treachery?
Student: Um, Sir, I don't think rape can be qualified by treachery.
Prof: Pwede! Kapag sa likod pinasok!
Student: Ngii.
4. She drinks water like a cow. *moo*
5. She bought three books of Naruto stickers and sticked them in her law books and codals.
6. She believes in good faith that the ice cream being sold at Mini-Stop for P15 is God's gift for her.
7. She is thinking of buying a pet fish so she can torture the poor thing by telling her daily rants about law school, the mountanous assignment, and the professors.
8. Her idea of resting is reading the codal provisions, writing notes and digesting cases.
9. She sends expired sandwhich to her friends. She also harass some of them by sending text messages at 3 in the morning.
10. Her idea of shopping is going to Recto to buy in the Rex Bookstore or the National Bookstore.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Bitter Day
Conversations between two bitter law students after being called in a recit and not being able to recite properly:
Student 1: Ang hirap kayang tandaan! Ang dami-dami!
Student 2: Kaya nga. Hirap din kasi mahina boses nya. Di you pa alam kung ano gusto nyang sagot.
Student 1: Correct! May hinahanap siyang exact na sagot na gusto nyang i-expound. I-remind mo nga na 100 pages ang assignment nya at madaming sauluhin at hindi lang siya ang subject natin today and for the week.
Student 2: Oo. Gusto nya exact din yung sagot eh hindi naman exact yung tanong niya.
Student 1: Pumapangit na siya sa paningin ko. Ang pangit mo sir!
Student 2: Oo. Suplado siya!
Student 1: Hindi siya makatao!
Student 2: Ang baba ng grade nya. Line of 7 lahat!
Student 1: Mangko-quota 'to. Kasi baka nasa isip nya madami masyadong 3rd year. 5 sections. Pakshet. Ang malas. Sana nagpadarts na lang ako kay "Prof. C". Baka pumasa pa ako at mataas ang grade.
Student 2: ...
Student 1: Ang hirap kayang tandaan! Ang dami-dami!
Student 2: Kaya nga. Hirap din kasi mahina boses nya. Di you pa alam kung ano gusto nyang sagot.
Student 1: Correct! May hinahanap siyang exact na sagot na gusto nyang i-expound. I-remind mo nga na 100 pages ang assignment nya at madaming sauluhin at hindi lang siya ang subject natin today and for the week.
Student 2: Oo. Gusto nya exact din yung sagot eh hindi naman exact yung tanong niya.
Student 1: Pumapangit na siya sa paningin ko. Ang pangit mo sir!
Student 2: Oo. Suplado siya!
Student 1: Hindi siya makatao!
Student 2: Ang baba ng grade nya. Line of 7 lahat!
Student 1: Mangko-quota 'to. Kasi baka nasa isip nya madami masyadong 3rd year. 5 sections. Pakshet. Ang malas. Sana nagpadarts na lang ako kay "Prof. C". Baka pumasa pa ako at mataas ang grade.
Student 2: ...
Monday, June 8, 2009
Waiting for House
It's 8:30 in the evening. I'm waiting for House MD in AXN. That's the highlight of my Monday. I hope my brain cells won't be fried too much from playing computer games and watching nonsense television. Or else, I wouldn't be able to be back to school next week, with a promise of a vengeance. Oh yeah. I always say that whenever the school year starts.
I'm stalling. I made this blog update just for the sake of updating. I don't have any single idea of what to write. So I'm just writing whatever it is that comes to my mind. As random as it is, I don't care. It's just a blog anyway. No one will grade me for it. I won't get a failing mark if I make an entry without coherence. The worst thing that can happen is for people to think that I'm nuts, which is partially true.
Oh well, I wasted some minutes there. I'm closer to watching House. I hope this week's episode is worth the wait. If it's not, I can always trash "13" in my mind.
I'm stalling. I made this blog update just for the sake of updating. I don't have any single idea of what to write. So I'm just writing whatever it is that comes to my mind. As random as it is, I don't care. It's just a blog anyway. No one will grade me for it. I won't get a failing mark if I make an entry without coherence. The worst thing that can happen is for people to think that I'm nuts, which is partially true.
Oh well, I wasted some minutes there. I'm closer to watching House. I hope this week's episode is worth the wait. If it's not, I can always trash "13" in my mind.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
American Idol Season 8
Nobody won. Adam was robbed of the title American Idol. It should have been his. We all know that, even Kris admitted it. Kris might have gotten the title but he's just a fall back guy. He will always be known in history as the man who robbed Adam. Too bad for Kris. I absolutely pity him. It's not his fault that he won, but people will surely hate him for it. Just like what other people are doing. Blame his fans will you? Or better yet, blame all those Adam Lambert fans who felt like Adam will bag the title so they need not vote.
EDIT: Oh yeah. And for the record, American Idol isn't a singing contest. It's a popularity contest. Singing contest have judges while popularity contests are decided by votes. I personally believe Kris and all the people in top36 are deserving to win. Out of the thousand candidates, they are the only ones who emerged as the cream of the crop. They were already judged by the supposed judges. When Randy, Kara, Paula and Simon showed us the top 36, it should be presumed that they are all good. They are now giving us, the voters, the power to vote who should win.
EDIT: Oh yeah. And for the record, American Idol isn't a singing contest. It's a popularity contest. Singing contest have judges while popularity contests are decided by votes. I personally believe Kris and all the people in top36 are deserving to win. Out of the thousand candidates, they are the only ones who emerged as the cream of the crop. They were already judged by the supposed judges. When Randy, Kara, Paula and Simon showed us the top 36, it should be presumed that they are all good. They are now giving us, the voters, the power to vote who should win.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
The Ultimate Summer Road Trip
Two weeks before the my vacation ends, I finally had the biggest shindig i've been waiting for since March - this one, I am fond of calling, The Ultimate Luzon Summer Road Trip. The trip lasted for 3 days and 3 nights - within those period, we traveled 6 out of 7 regions of Luzon (minus Bicol, and we included NCR and Southern Tagalog). Mind you, it was tiring, but it was fun as well. The blow by blow detail of each day, I gladly wrote below:
DAY ONE: The departure (feeling naka-plane, naka-van lang naman). Yeah! We depart at exactly 3PM. We were consists of two van. Jomar, Nanay and I together with 4 other persons are in Van#1. The trip is smooth, there's not much traffic. The North Luzon Expressway is still as immaculate as when I last saw it. We arrived at Malasiqui, Pangasinan at 8PM. To those who don't know, that's in Region 1 (Ilocos Region). We need to go there first because we're going to attend a wedding. My mother is a primary sponsor. Dyahe naman daw if we don't attend. Who knows that that wedding turned out to be so different from the weddings we usually have here in Laguna? There was a dance party the night before the wedding so everyone, including the bride and the groom are expected to deprive themselves some sleep and entertain their dancing guests, half of which, they don't even know (gate crasher kumbaga). Me, being KJ, decided that dancing isn't my forte so I decided to sleep. To my surprise, there's no place to sleep at all. What my mother didn't tell me when she's telling me about this trip is the fact they didn't reserve any place for our night lodging. "KOBOY" naman daw kami. We can sleep in the van. So, the heartbroken Jomar and I decided that the van is our last hope. Since we're having too much luck that day, we haven't been able to sleep even a minute. We just spent our time talking about how Adam will beat Kris Allen in American Idol. Thus making us attend the wedding which was held at 6:30 in the morning the next day, with big eye bags hanging and saying hello.
DAY TWO: The wedding pushed through and we were able to eat at the reception. That's the only consolation. The food was great. After eating and resting for a bit, we decided to say our good byes and thank yous and head for Nueva Vizcaya where we will spend the night before going to Banaue. On our way to Nueva Vizcaya, we were able to stop and eat our lunch in Nueva Ecija (Region 3 - Central Luzon). After several hours of travel, we finally reached the boundary of Nueva Ecija and Nueva Vizcaya. In the said boundary, we stayed for a bit to enjoy the view, take some pictures and hike a little bit. The hiking made me tired, I wasn't able to finish the trek. I was halfway when I gave up and decided to just take some pictures. After another 2-3 hours of driving, we finally reached Bayombong, Nueva Vizcaya (Region 2 - Cagayan Valley). Too bad we're days early from their fiesta but we enjoyed touring their bazaar though. Unlike our first night, we were able to rest fine this time. Thanks to our host, Tita Cristy's sister, we were able to get a room in a hotel. Hooray!
DAY THREE: We woke up early, at exactly 7AM, we had our breakfast. Then we toured the bazaar again and see if we like anything. Then, we took some pictures in the nipa huts which are for exhibit. After exhausting ourselves with shopping and taking pictures, we head for Solano, Nueva Vizcaya and went shopping again. This time, we bought vegetables and walis tambo. After that, we headed for Banaue. It was a long drive. After 3-4 hours, we finally reached Banaue (Cordillera Autonomous Region). We stopped in the arch that says "Welcome to Banaue" to take some pictures. Then drove again until we reach the viewpoint, the best place to see the Banaue Rice Terraces. In viewpoint, we encountered some old Igorot women who were willing to be included in our picture taking. Naturally, we took some pictures again and enjoyed the view. Although Banaue Rice Terraces still deserves to have the title 8th Wonder of the World, I'm sad to say that it is slowly deteriorating. The houses built in its perimeter are becoming eyesores. It's still beautiful but more and more years of not attending to the place will make it look like an ordinary scenery. I remember Jomar saying "What happened here? The postcards look so beautiful, how come this place isn't as good as it is in the pictures?" Okay, enough with my side comments. After enjoying the view, we decided to find some place to eat. We went to the market area where we found this restaurant and ate (It's already 3PM then, you can imagine the rumbles in our stomach). After that, we bought some souvenirs and pasalubong. At 4PM, we decided to call the trip quits and head home.
However, before finally reaching Nueva Ecija, our van gave up. Whatever the reason was, I don't know and I don't care. I just thanked God that the van didn't broke while we were crossing the crucial moments - the zigzag and high areas. We were delayed for an hour before the driver finally saw what's wrong in the van and he spent another hour to repair it. After that, the trip became uneventful. We ate our dinner in a stop over and continue driving again. Then, at 6:10 in the morning, we reached the Santa Rosa Plaza where everything started. What a long and very eventful trip!
See more pictures in my multiply site.
DAY ONE: The departure (feeling naka-plane, naka-van lang naman). Yeah! We depart at exactly 3PM. We were consists of two van. Jomar, Nanay and I together with 4 other persons are in Van#1. The trip is smooth, there's not much traffic. The North Luzon Expressway is still as immaculate as when I last saw it. We arrived at Malasiqui, Pangasinan at 8PM. To those who don't know, that's in Region 1 (Ilocos Region). We need to go there first because we're going to attend a wedding. My mother is a primary sponsor. Dyahe naman daw if we don't attend. Who knows that that wedding turned out to be so different from the weddings we usually have here in Laguna? There was a dance party the night before the wedding so everyone, including the bride and the groom are expected to deprive themselves some sleep and entertain their dancing guests, half of which, they don't even know (gate crasher kumbaga). Me, being KJ, decided that dancing isn't my forte so I decided to sleep. To my surprise, there's no place to sleep at all. What my mother didn't tell me when she's telling me about this trip is the fact they didn't reserve any place for our night lodging. "KOBOY" naman daw kami. We can sleep in the van. So, the heartbroken Jomar and I decided that the van is our last hope. Since we're having too much luck that day, we haven't been able to sleep even a minute. We just spent our time talking about how Adam will beat Kris Allen in American Idol. Thus making us attend the wedding which was held at 6:30 in the morning the next day, with big eye bags hanging and saying hello.
DAY TWO: The wedding pushed through and we were able to eat at the reception. That's the only consolation. The food was great. After eating and resting for a bit, we decided to say our good byes and thank yous and head for Nueva Vizcaya where we will spend the night before going to Banaue. On our way to Nueva Vizcaya, we were able to stop and eat our lunch in Nueva Ecija (Region 3 - Central Luzon). After several hours of travel, we finally reached the boundary of Nueva Ecija and Nueva Vizcaya. In the said boundary, we stayed for a bit to enjoy the view, take some pictures and hike a little bit. The hiking made me tired, I wasn't able to finish the trek. I was halfway when I gave up and decided to just take some pictures. After another 2-3 hours of driving, we finally reached Bayombong, Nueva Vizcaya (Region 2 - Cagayan Valley). Too bad we're days early from their fiesta but we enjoyed touring their bazaar though. Unlike our first night, we were able to rest fine this time. Thanks to our host, Tita Cristy's sister, we were able to get a room in a hotel. Hooray!
DAY THREE: We woke up early, at exactly 7AM, we had our breakfast. Then we toured the bazaar again and see if we like anything. Then, we took some pictures in the nipa huts which are for exhibit. After exhausting ourselves with shopping and taking pictures, we head for Solano, Nueva Vizcaya and went shopping again. This time, we bought vegetables and walis tambo. After that, we headed for Banaue. It was a long drive. After 3-4 hours, we finally reached Banaue (Cordillera Autonomous Region). We stopped in the arch that says "Welcome to Banaue" to take some pictures. Then drove again until we reach the viewpoint, the best place to see the Banaue Rice Terraces. In viewpoint, we encountered some old Igorot women who were willing to be included in our picture taking. Naturally, we took some pictures again and enjoyed the view. Although Banaue Rice Terraces still deserves to have the title 8th Wonder of the World, I'm sad to say that it is slowly deteriorating. The houses built in its perimeter are becoming eyesores. It's still beautiful but more and more years of not attending to the place will make it look like an ordinary scenery. I remember Jomar saying "What happened here? The postcards look so beautiful, how come this place isn't as good as it is in the pictures?" Okay, enough with my side comments. After enjoying the view, we decided to find some place to eat. We went to the market area where we found this restaurant and ate (It's already 3PM then, you can imagine the rumbles in our stomach). After that, we bought some souvenirs and pasalubong. At 4PM, we decided to call the trip quits and head home.
However, before finally reaching Nueva Ecija, our van gave up. Whatever the reason was, I don't know and I don't care. I just thanked God that the van didn't broke while we were crossing the crucial moments - the zigzag and high areas. We were delayed for an hour before the driver finally saw what's wrong in the van and he spent another hour to repair it. After that, the trip became uneventful. We ate our dinner in a stop over and continue driving again. Then, at 6:10 in the morning, we reached the Santa Rosa Plaza where everything started. What a long and very eventful trip!
See more pictures in my multiply site.
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