I was walking to the jeepney loading area to get home this afternoon when a guy from school suddenly talked to me. He asked if I was going to Dayangdang. I said no and asked him why he asked. blablabla…I learned we were both going to Magsaysay. He asked if we could go together. I don’t think I gave a clear answer. We rode the same jeepney anyway. He paid for my fare. I thanked him and asked for his name and introduced myself as well. His name’s Jasper. We made small talk. He said he used to be in the same college course as me but shifted to a new one, and told me where he’s seen me before. He’s actually a familiar face to me himself. He asked about my classes. He asked if I have class tonight. He also kept asking where I lived, each time looking for a more specific answer. He, btw, said he lives somewhere near the Sky Cable office, pretty close to where I live. But he didn’t get off where he should’ve. He said he wanted to see where I was gonna get off. So I got off and he got off. He asked where my house was. This time I just said “Diyan lang.” He still insisted to know but I said “Basta diyan,” in an attempt to hint him that he was already making me feel uncomfortable. After that, he said he was gonna go because he hadn’t had lunch yet. Before he finally left me alone, he asked me if I wanted to join him. But I gave out something that’s a cross of a smile and a laugh and said no. I thanked him and we part ways.
Halfway through the trip, I was already wishing for the jeep to go faster. I was weirded out the whole time, wondering if I was giving just the right amount of information every time I answered his questions. I was already finding the whole situation creepy-ish but I still didn’t want to be mean to him. I mean, he could be just the really friendly, talks-to-random-strangers type of person, right? (And maybe the whole thing was awkward for him too.) Plus, I know for a fact that I’m no people person and that I’m not as comfortable around boys as I am with girls so I really needed to make conscious effort to be polite at least. So, what do I make of this? Was it really weird or is it just me? O_o And why the hell do I always question my reactions/attitudes/feelings towards things? Oh well, just documenting this so you get some ideas where to look for me if I suddenly go missing. Hahaha! So. If you wanna make friends with me, this is not the way to do it. I’m a paranoid old lady!
Last Saturday I went up Mount Isarog with my mom. We went to Barangay Concosep specifically. She needs pictures of the place for a project she’s currently working on. Kuya Randy, a photographer friend of hers and kuya Jun, the driver-slash-tour-guide were also with us.
When she asked me to come along the night before, I didn’t know she was headed for the mountains, for the forest. So I was a bit surprised when I did finally realize. It bothered me at first. Not having been able to prepare for the trip with hiking actually in mind made me kinda anxious (because I’m paranoid like that). But it later turned out to be a good kind of surprise. My unplanned adventure was so much fun and the place was beautiful.
Rain poured and made the trails slippery. I worried my mom might slide and hurt herself but she was just so game, she was everywhere. She even went planking. I didn’t slip on the trails. Nope. My accident that day was sliding down a huge rock as I attempted to climb it because my mom was being a mom and wanted to take pictures of me with the waterfall in the background and me standing at the top of the rock would make the perfect shot. Whatever happened to her maternal instincts? Haha! I got myself a couple of scratches on my left elbow. Great souvenir eh?
We saw three waterfalls: Tumaguiti, Kawa-kawa, and Bulalacao. We also went to a deer farm. More pics from the trip after this post.
Great nature trip. I wanna do this more often!
The only food we brought. So much for survival instincts.
the comic driver
the jolly photographer
I’m home deer. lol
streetside lunch yo