For a trip that had a lot of pre-departure drama, it was a roaring success. Two weekends ago, we explored another side of Cagayan de Oro I never knew existed till recently. There we learned to let go and let live. There, for the first time for most of us, we succumbed to the glory of extreme adventure sports.
First there was the 15-minute walk (okay, 30 minutes including the picture taking galore) down the sky bridge, 150 feet above the ground, at Makahambus Adventure Park. Below it was a dense habitat of what must be century-old trees and what-have-you forest creatures you can only imagine. And if only I wasn’t too busy gripping the side ropes for dear life (this despite the harness securing me to another rope above to prevent mishaps), I would have scared myself silly with my overactive imagination. The guide told us “down there” used to be a cave with bats and all until Mother Nature decided to uncover its head and shower it with some light.
Then, there was the zip line going back – now THAT was amazing and absolutely my favorite part. At first, while waiting for my turn to be released, looking at the distance and the high drop, I couldn’t help but ask—no, torture—myself for the nth time, “Wait, ayin, why is it you’re doing this again? Why, in fact, are you paying 500-fuckin-pesos just to take that dive to nowhere (possibly) when you didn’t have to?”
Then I heard myself answer back for the nth time, “Because it’s something different, it’s something beyond you, the opportunity is here, right now, and if you don’t do this now, you may never experience this kind of rush and one-of-a-kind freedom in your life.”
And you know what I found out? It was only the letting go part that was hard. Because once released, the feeling is so-so cool. You actually hear the wind rushing by your ears and that full-blown scream you release is so-so liberating. Then mid-way, you learn to let go of the ropes, just hang in the air with only the harness securing you through the thin line, and then you look up to the sky and somehow you wish you could just go on like that forever—so light and so cool, maybe not so brave yet still so safe. It was then I realized why, in life, many times, we just need to let go and let God. He sets us free.
Somehow, after the skywalk and the zip line, the thought of whitewater rafting, the main event which came after, did not scare us that much anymore. In fact, it was actually less scary than we imagined and prepared for.
Three hours of rafting on Cagayan river, which splits Cagayan and Bukidnon translates to P1,100 per person (less if you’re a group of 10). Before launching, we suited up – helmet, vest, and paddle, and were given a briefing on the safety measures while on river, which comforted me a bit.
Our main guide, Mael, who we absolutely loved for his comic deadpan anecdotes, directed us to “forward!” paddle, back paddle, and lock our peets (feet) when necessary. Because the water was high (thank God), we experienced about 14 to 16 ORGASMIC RAPIDS (normally 12) and every time we conquered one, the group celebrated the team effort with paddles in the air and a loud “high-five!”
It was amazing really… it’s like being in a big whirlpool bath with bubbles. Some rapids were mellow, some surprising, some amazingly fast, some wild, some long and deep – oh, I said orgasmic already, didn’t I? My favorite was what they named as the “Rodeo”. As we approached this particular rapids, Mael told us to stand, lock our peets and paddle rodeo style. We could barely keep our balance but still nobody fell off and it was exhilarating.
When it became too hot, our guides allowed us a couple of icy dips on still waters. It was murky, perhaps deep, and perhaps filled with unknown creatures or snakes from what they call the “Snake Mountain”, but what the heck—at that point, we were just glad to be alive on water.
Getting us back on the raft took all of our guides’ efforts. Mael bemoaned that we must have gained some pounds after we wiped out lunch. Who could blame us with that very sumptuous meal of mouthwatering prawns, fresh crabs, spicy chicken, puso and very juicy and sweet pineapples that our guides prepared for us? Yummmm. For me, that was the best lunch ever.
After the whitewater rafting, we went back to Makahambus park for the rappelling. After everything, it was a bit tame. You just release and control the rope by your butt to set the pace you want going down. Yes, going down that “dense habitat of what must be century-old trees and what-have-you forest creatures you can only imagine.” It was okay. What was not okay was going up the very steep steel and almost rusty staircase on our way back. I almost lost my breath completely in my bid to reach the top so fast in fear of crawling creatures that might spring up any time and of being left behind. I never felt so happy reaching the top in my life.
I admit I went to Cagayan intending to run and perhaps to let go. And I did. But not for long. For FG followed and managed to catch me along the way. They say love is the greatest adventure. Call me senseless, but I'm inspired enough to give it another try.
To FG, here's a high-five and bottoms up (!) this time 'round!
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Monday, October 16, 2006
Loved and Lost
They say love is always worth fighting. But when or where exactly do you draw the line? How do you know when to raise the white flag or when to continue fighting? How can you tell the difference between being foolish and brave?
For me, I guess, you know you’ve lost the fight when:
1. He tells you he can’t see you as being The One
2. No matter how close you’ve become, he says you’re not the only one he’s interested in after all… there are a couple more.
3. He admits that the only reason he’s not bored with you is because he doesn’t see you that often.
4. He agrees that you’re better off getting over him.
They say, in life, it’s better to have loved and lost than not to have loved at all. How the world lies.
Just recently, I’ve loved and lost and I honestly don’t understand how this could be any better when:
1. You start to wonder what the fuck is wrong with you – plagued with questions like am I not beautiful enough, was I too kind, not funny enough, too bitchy, too nice?
2. You begin to ask why you never seem to be enough and doubt if you’ll ever be enough for anybody
3. You realize that a good part of you dies – that part birthed from childhood that has remained stubbornly optimistic, that stubbornly insists that life will turn out good if you just believe, despite the many shit that happen through the years.
4. You have to live with the consequences of doing the right thing (letting go)– that of trying to learn once more to just be happy by yourself, coz maybe, just maybe, love was never meant to find you in this lifetime. And it’s sad because you realize that no matter how people will try to tell you otherwise, you just don’t believe them anymore. All you hear is just bunch of crap, coz really now, when it comes to fate, do they really know any better?
I hate you, you know. I hate you for taking me for granted. I hate you for not loving enough to fight for what we could have. I hate you because I love you. And it sucks because I don’t know how the hell I’m gonna unlove you now and if I ever will.
One good thing about losing though is that at least you know that the damned game is over. And I can stop playing and finally start letting go.
And this time I swear, I will never, ever let this happen to me again.
For me, I guess, you know you’ve lost the fight when:
1. He tells you he can’t see you as being The One
2. No matter how close you’ve become, he says you’re not the only one he’s interested in after all… there are a couple more.
3. He admits that the only reason he’s not bored with you is because he doesn’t see you that often.
4. He agrees that you’re better off getting over him.
They say, in life, it’s better to have loved and lost than not to have loved at all. How the world lies.
Just recently, I’ve loved and lost and I honestly don’t understand how this could be any better when:
1. You start to wonder what the fuck is wrong with you – plagued with questions like am I not beautiful enough, was I too kind, not funny enough, too bitchy, too nice?
2. You begin to ask why you never seem to be enough and doubt if you’ll ever be enough for anybody
3. You realize that a good part of you dies – that part birthed from childhood that has remained stubbornly optimistic, that stubbornly insists that life will turn out good if you just believe, despite the many shit that happen through the years.
4. You have to live with the consequences of doing the right thing (letting go)– that of trying to learn once more to just be happy by yourself, coz maybe, just maybe, love was never meant to find you in this lifetime. And it’s sad because you realize that no matter how people will try to tell you otherwise, you just don’t believe them anymore. All you hear is just bunch of crap, coz really now, when it comes to fate, do they really know any better?
I hate you, you know. I hate you for taking me for granted. I hate you for not loving enough to fight for what we could have. I hate you because I love you. And it sucks because I don’t know how the hell I’m gonna unlove you now and if I ever will.
One good thing about losing though is that at least you know that the damned game is over. And I can stop playing and finally start letting go.
And this time I swear, I will never, ever let this happen to me again.
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Vegetable Lumpia
slightly overweight and broken,
i turned to you for comfort
no more appealing than a slice of boring brown,
i took you to my mouth and found
your kiss was like no other
aaahhh
crunchy on the first bite
flavorful when chewed
and hot with passion against my tongue
who would have expected?
so I looked more within
and discovered the colors in you
refreshing greens , pale yellows,
and cheerful oranges
that overwhelmed the blues
our love affair began
and I eagerly walked the many meters to Brutus paradise
all the while thinking perhaps, possibly
you’re the miracle I’ve long waited
the harmless spice in life I’ve craved
salty, sweet, and sour
you shield me
from life’s bitter flavor
your oil, fluidly unassuming,
gives me the gentle warmth I’ve missed
then P25, now P36
you ask, will I ever give you up?
how can I? you are my
comfort, inspiration, lover, and friend
all rolled into one.
i turned to you for comfort
no more appealing than a slice of boring brown,
i took you to my mouth and found
your kiss was like no other
aaahhh
crunchy on the first bite
flavorful when chewed
and hot with passion against my tongue
who would have expected?
so I looked more within
and discovered the colors in you
refreshing greens , pale yellows,
and cheerful oranges
that overwhelmed the blues
our love affair began
and I eagerly walked the many meters to Brutus paradise
all the while thinking perhaps, possibly
you’re the miracle I’ve long waited
the harmless spice in life I’ve craved
salty, sweet, and sour
you shield me
from life’s bitter flavor
your oil, fluidly unassuming,
gives me the gentle warmth I’ve missed
then P25, now P36
you ask, will I ever give you up?
how can I? you are my
comfort, inspiration, lover, and friend
all rolled into one.
Monday, October 02, 2006
ug sa dihang...
giawhag ko sa akong mga higala og suwat og binisaya... kanang stret-stret daw ug dili dapat moliko ... ug sa dihang... usa pa lang ko ka linya naglabad na akong mga mata! pagka lechugas!
give me a few months, honey-ho, and there will be a bisaya entry in this blog. that i promise you.
pagka faet.
P.S. suwayan daw beh...
"... mianhi akong gwapo na maguwang nga lalake gikan boracay. ug hala ka - mas niwang ug seksi pa cya namo sa akong maguwang na babaye. pero sama gihapon sa among naandan- aduna napod cyay daghang pakulo. sa karong higayon, iya ming gisaag sa usa ka bukid sa medellin. amo unta abton balik ang iyang gipang garbo nga tuktok na iyang naabot miaging adlaw. sa tanto namong tuyok-tuyok didto sa lugar nga daghang sagbot ug puno-an (ang malapalasyong gingharian sa mga bitin ug uban pa) , naabtan mi sa kagbhion mao na namalik nalang mi sa among agi. Ug ako, sul-ob akong pwerte ka mubo nga shorts ug tsinelas (kay ngano nag shorts ug tsinelas sa bukid, akong gahapon nga kaugalingon ra ang nahibalo), napuno og samad-samad sa akong wow legs hinapit. pero wa gihapon mi matagam kay matod pa sa mga walay buot nga manag-igsoon: sa umaabot, ato ra jod na abton ang tuktok."
ooo, diivaaa? do i hear laughing? or was that clapping? bow.
as i said, FAET.
give me a few months, honey-ho, and there will be a bisaya entry in this blog. that i promise you.
pagka faet.
P.S. suwayan daw beh...
"... mianhi akong gwapo na maguwang nga lalake gikan boracay. ug hala ka - mas niwang ug seksi pa cya namo sa akong maguwang na babaye. pero sama gihapon sa among naandan- aduna napod cyay daghang pakulo. sa karong higayon, iya ming gisaag sa usa ka bukid sa medellin. amo unta abton balik ang iyang gipang garbo nga tuktok na iyang naabot miaging adlaw. sa tanto namong tuyok-tuyok didto sa lugar nga daghang sagbot ug puno-an (ang malapalasyong gingharian sa mga bitin ug uban pa) , naabtan mi sa kagbhion mao na namalik nalang mi sa among agi. Ug ako, sul-ob akong pwerte ka mubo nga shorts ug tsinelas (kay ngano nag shorts ug tsinelas sa bukid, akong gahapon nga kaugalingon ra ang nahibalo), napuno og samad-samad sa akong wow legs hinapit. pero wa gihapon mi matagam kay matod pa sa mga walay buot nga manag-igsoon: sa umaabot, ato ra jod na abton ang tuktok."
ooo, diivaaa? do i hear laughing? or was that clapping? bow.
as i said, FAET.
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