tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88654424673798620502024-03-12T16:20:27.910-07:00Flip pages by HessaA new day is a new page, blank and clear of blotches of the past. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843838050606020569noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865442467379862050.post-91332800823718802792015-05-19T06:12:00.001-07:002015-05-19T06:26:21.303-07:00Summary of Summer<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Before summer touched the shores of the island, I had my plans perfectly laid out. It wasn't extravagant and ambitious. I only wanted to try something other than beaching like trekking, perhaps. And since we only got 2 more weeks left of the summer sun, I thought I'd tell you how did my summer went. ;)</div>
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For weeks and weeks in the month of March, I was endlessly thinking about how do I get around enjoying the sun season. For one thing, there's the matter of expenses and since I am but a student, I was worried I would end up in the four corners of my room. Unexpectedly, I pulled a few strings and get on on the first summer escape. yay! </div>
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The kind of adventure I was telling you about, yes that's exactly it. I have seen posts from my friends on Facebook about how they enjoyed the place as much as I did. I would, however, suggest dawn break as the best time to climb. Nature will give you an impressive show of beauty you will surely never forget. </div>
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I have been to this place many times before, it was always a good one but sunset dipping was quite another. I rarely go out in the water at sun down. I think it was scary that you just didn't know what's out there. That time, what's out there was a beautiful sunset, fresh sea breeze and inviting waves. I can't help but play with them. :D</div>
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My luck went too far this time. This wasn't at all in my bucket list. Well, not for not wanting but I thought this was far-fetched. But I really did set foot in Camotes, the island of virgin waters! It was an overwhelming feeling, I tell you. The island was pretty diverse and almost untouched. We traveled for almost an hour but I didn't see a single building or commercial establishment, except for resorts, that is. What's in there was nature at its purest. </div>
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What better way to wrap up summer than throwing a huge party?! This annual celebration commemorates the victory of the islanders from the Spanish invaders decades ago. People from different parts of the island meet in a 3-day street party! This year was better than last and I am already excited for the next! :D</div>
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From a scale of 1-10 how would you rate your summer? Definitely a 10! ;)</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843838050606020569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865442467379862050.post-86512277313776463242015-04-28T11:22:00.000-07:002015-04-29T07:16:36.911-07:00Just a tad unhappy<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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You're still awake. You should've gone to bed hours ago to rest your head so you can feel better in the morning. But you can't sleep yet not when you so clearly feel all the emotions going around in circles and pulling you to a saddened state. </div>
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The events of the past days must've taken its toll on you. I know you're trying to ignore how bothered you feel because you are not talking to your sister. You don't know whether to go on ignoring her or to confront her for what you think she's thinking about you. That's not you, though. So you stay quite, as usual. </div>
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One by one, the emotions inside you is taking turn unfolding giving you the worst feeling. Why do you feel so useless? Maybe because you know without anyone telling you that you are stalling on life. You gain courage as easily as you lose them. Everyone's telling you how great you are and compliments you with what you can do but you don't hear them, do you? You think so lowly of yourself that you refuse to see those were actually true. You didn't let yourself decide which path to take while you're on the crossroad. You let someone else do that for you. Pathetic. </div>
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Frustrated. Because your wings are clipped. You want to do something more but life limits what you can only do and it upsets you too much. Tears. You shed too much of them already. You did what you have to but it won't leave you, no. If you could only..</div>
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Pity. You see how your friends get on with their lives. They get married, get pregnant, have a family. You wonder why you can't do the same. There were those guys who wanted you but you're the ever hopeless romantic girl who believes of Knight in Shining Armor. There's nothing wrong with that, is there? </div>
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Hush now. It's going to be morning soon. Well, technically it already is. You see when the sun rises, it marks a new beginning. A chance laid out for you. You only have to grab it, if you're brave enough.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843838050606020569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865442467379862050.post-56418066296025097262015-04-28T10:14:00.001-07:002015-04-28T23:30:38.988-07:00I'm saying it now..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843838050606020569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865442467379862050.post-10006216002230885022015-04-13T06:18:00.003-07:002015-04-16T05:25:36.346-07:00Osmeña Peak Trek Adventure<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Eight of my friends set off to conquer Osmeña Peak, the highest point in the elevated province of Dalaguete. The picturesque, breathtaking Highlands has become famous for it's mountain ranges and has been trending on social media. We have to see for ourselves if there's any truth in this claim and so we put on our trekking outfits and leave home for an adventure to the Wild.</div>
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The original plan was to depart at dawn break on Sunday but after a good discussion and combined inputs, we decided it is wise to leave Saturday afternoon. My good friend, Ate Lou was kind enough to let us stay overnight at their ancestral house in Carcar. We couldn't be any happier! :D</div>
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We took a ferry boat ride from Mactan island to Pier 3. We paid 15 for the regular fare and terminal fee. If you are from the island, you might want to take this great alternative to avoid traffic and of course, shorten the travel. </div>
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Stopover at Emall. We spent a good 30 minutes to pick up everything we needed for the trek. By 8 o'clock we were already on board and comfortably seated for our trip to Carcar. They collected 35 pesos for each person for the fare. I rarely travel South so I was really excited for this new experience! :D</div>
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Jump-off point. We arrived after 30 minutes of stop and start. This is where we begin to literally climb on foot. It was a surprise to see quite a lot of trekkers like us. Before we're allowed to climb, we need to get our names listed. I have no idea what was it for, probably it was just a record of visitors. Surprisingly, no one collected an entrance fee but we were asked to take a guide, we agreed, of course! </div>
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We began to climb at slow pace, adjusting ourselves to the rough course that's leading us uphill. There is no paved roads this time, the rocks were sharp on its edges I am certain it could slice through our skin with just a brush if we were careless. Our guide, a little child not more than 10, told us that it would only take us 30 minutes to get to the peak if we were to match his pace, which I have to say was rather fast. Well, it will be an insult to nature to not capture its beauty. And so we took our own sweet time bonding with the sleeping wilderness. Can you blame us for taking clicking the shutter everytime? <br />
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After waiting for several moment, the fog cleared up leaving us truly astounded and completely stunned. It was the prettiest thing I have seen in all my life. The rocks competed with each other with its immense height and rugged features. Its imposing formation speaks of arrogance and proud beauty of the Southern highlands.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843838050606020569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865442467379862050.post-87985449172898135782015-04-08T07:43:00.000-07:002015-04-08T07:49:24.620-07:00If You Ever Fall in Love<br />
I have no doubt of the happiness love can bring to a person. And I am in complete agreement with everyone who thinks falling in love brings out the best in ourselves. How do I know this? As cliche as it may sound, this is what I hope love will be.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14843838050606020569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8865442467379862050.post-3160965704493268392015-04-07T22:57:00.000-07:002015-04-07T23:08:12.266-07:00Failed attempt at Love<div>
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"Why are you still single?" This question has an insulting undertone, if you'll ask me( It's like asking, What is wrong with you? You're probably a witch or something hahaha). And yes, I have been asked the very same impertinent question countless times. So I decided I can discuss my issues ,or the lack of it, in this blog. Forgive me if this will sound like whining or whatever! I'm gonna do it, anyway. :P :P<br />
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I was almost convinced there is something utterly wrong with me. Why do I seem to be incapable of this emotion? I have dreamed of being with someone, completely loved and enjoying the feeling like basking in the summer sun. Some would say, it was because I set a very high standard. Believe me, there wasn't any. Of course there are list of things I'd like the guy to be but that doesn't mean it has to be followed. It would be the height of foolishness to love a guy because of what he is or what he has (screams the romantic side of me). </div>
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At the insistence of my good friend, Labelle, we embarked on another wave adventure on a jet-boat. As the name suggests, it is a super fast boat which both, entertains and scares the crap out of me! Labelle and I were friends from way,way back years ago and she, fortunately, had "connections" so we get to ride for free! yay! </div>
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If you had enough of the beach and you want to try something else this summer, you can never run out of new adventures. The photos below are from last year's but hey! this place is still alive so no worries. :P </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I always dream of riding on a horseback running freely in an open field.<br />Yeah, that's me living my dream! hahaha @Papakits<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small;">Please excuse my inappropriate outfit. I remember how uncomfortable wearing tight jeans when I had to hang on the Zip-line. And look at that picture, I would've look like a real cowgirl in shorts! hahahaha</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My name is Hessa and this blog is mostly about my dreams, either<br />asleep or awake. This will also also include my love for water (not a fish)<br /> and outdoors. I've visited places from within Cebu, though not much and<br />not very often but rest assured I will, nevertheless, share them with you.<br />Let's stay young and alive! Keep visiting. :D<br /></td></tr>
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