*pictures were taken by Sir Leslie Gopalan, used with permission
For a girl who lives in an archipelago, I rarely go to beaches. So rare in fact, that the times I’ve been to one were only because of school field trips.
It’s not that I don’t want to, but because of time and financial constraints, I couldn’t. My family doesn’t see any reason for us to travel. Or go on vacation. Or even celebrate holidays.
I know… depressing.
I hate it. I want to travel so much it hurts. And maybe that was part of the reason why I took PE 2 Camping this summer term. (Aside from the fact that I was supposed to be classmates with Jill, but she ditched me in the last minute).
For our Level 1A Camping last April 19-20—and yes I’m blogging about it a month later—my prof decided to go to Crystal Beach Resort in San Narciso, Zambales.
Truthfully, since this is a camping class, I never expected us to stay in a resort. What’s more, it was Holy Week, so the place was bound to be fully booked.
The day of the trip we left a little later than the expected ETD, mostly because of people who think they are too important to arrive early (yeah, I just said that…). Our travel took around 5-6 hours, and we only had one stopover for lunch. We ate at a carinderia. I was actually a bit thankful since I didn’t bring much money with me.
I was glad when we arrived at Crystal Beach… not. It was sweltering. I took the reprieve brought by the air-conditioned bus for granted. And I was right, there were a lot of people at the resort. I heard that we were supposed to sleep in the dormitories (yeah, camping) but since it was fully booked we had to pitch up tents, which we did later in the afternoon.
But the beauty of the place overcomes all the inconveniences brought by the heat. The sea was crystal blue and the sand was sparkling white. Immediately I had wished we could stay there longer than two days. If only I could take the scenery home with me…
But before all that shizz, we settled in first for a few pointers from our instructors. Stuff like first aid, fire building, using the stove, tent pitching… umm well on second thought, not really tent pitching. The ones who taught us in that area were Sir Tips and Sir Lee, who seemed more like a comedy duo. Instead of talking ‘bout tents, they ended talking ‘bout shit. As in shit, literally. They taught us how to defecate on the mountains, and told us stories of their own experiences in that um, area. It was as entertaining as it was disgusting. They reminded me a lot of Viel haha :)
After that was Team Building. They prepared a lot of games and it made me feel like I was in high school all over again :) There was this one game though, that was a bit embarrassing. In that game, we needed to piggyback half of our group’s members. So naturally, the guys offered to piggyback the girls… ah I hate that kind of shit, since I’m not exactly that light :( Props to the guy who carried me, he was really cool.
(Sigh. I really need to live a healthier lifestyle. I know a couple of months of exercise would do me good and whip me into shape, but why, why, whyyyy is it so hard to find the motivation to do things that are actually good for you?!?)
In the pic below though we just needed to pass that shit around the guy’s head to the next person without using our hands.
We also played Ultimate Frisbee, and I was a bit surprised that the sport resembled basketball a lot. I was actually a bit good at catching disks. Who would’ve guessed?
They also taught us how to skimboard. Which is a sport that just doesn’t work for me.
It was unfair! The sport was made for fellas with a slim build. I could barely skim for a second before I fell on my butt. And since skimboarding is done where the water meets the shore, you land on hard, solid ground. After a really nasty fall, I abandoned all hopes of skimboarding and instead rode the waves by nice, ol’ swimming. Now, that was nice. Since it was late afternoon, the sun wasn’t beating down hard so I didn’t have to worry about my skin. I didn’t have enough allowance left to buy a sunscreen. Yeah, I’m dirt poor these days.
We pitched our tents and prepared dinner after that. The pic below isn’t that of my group though. And hooray for tents under a roof! It was really hot :(
I wasn’t assigned as cook, so mostly I just watched. It was… painful. They didn’t know how to cook rice on a stove. At home, we always used a stove for rice. I could not remember having used a rice cooker ever. So while they were fussing over it I remember taking a shower, and when I came back, the rice was… let’s just it was, thankfully, still edible. The adobo they cooked was a bit off too, but since all of us were hungry as hell, we didn’t really mind. Well I did mind a bit, but I’m not reallly in any position to complain since I didn’t help that much in cooking. Mostly I just washed the dishes… which was a bit disgusting since there were no sinks, so we used the… nevermind. You wouldn’t want to know.
We also had a socials night where each group could perform anything they want for everyone. Our group sucked. Lol i totally sound like I hate my group, but i don’t. I just think we had the wrong dynamics. All of us had this devil-may-care attitude, and it felt like I was in a circle of all-popular kids so I wasn’t really that comfortable. Anyways we were the second group that had the least number of claps.
But I really enjoyed the other groups’ presentations. A lot of them were a bit perverted and some jokes were foul and went out of bounds, but all in all it was entertaining. Even Sir Dizer (our prof) was so funny. It was a complete opposite when he was in class. Well, I guess it was mostly because he was so smashed even before the socials started. I mean, he tripped on his own two feet and a bottle of Pale never left his hand. Thankfully Sir Leslie was there, he was the more responsible one.
After that the place turned to a bar. Lol. Everybody was drinking… except me. I’m not joking, I actually didn’t drink. Well I had a shot of Empi, but what does a shot do? I know, it was very unusual of me not to race everyone first to wasted euphoria. I had three reasons for this though:
1. It wasn’t mah crowd. I don’t know, I actually didn’t feel like hanging out with them. They’re not bad, I just don’t feel like it. I can’t explain lol.
2. I can’t sleep in. If I get smashed, I’ll be a zombie the next day, which is a no-no. I was there, in a nice beach in Zambales, so I should make the most of it. (Make the most of that 2k fee, dammit)
3. And lastly, the last time I drank with a nice little circle of friends (with guys), there had been an interesting, but not unexpected, turn of events. What’s more, our tents were set up per group, so we both had guys and girls in there.
I just thought that once in my life, I should at least try to be responsible… :)
Everyone was so noisy that Sir Dizer actually reprimanded them a bit. I heard that the other guests of the beach were complaining too. It was Black Saturday, and maybe some of them were bothered that we’re having too much fun. Sir Dizer jokingly told us that some people even wondered if UP students were Satanists or something. I’m not sure if someone actually said that though.
I think the reason everybody was so carefree may be because none of us were religious or Catholic or anything like that, since we chose to join this camping instead of going home to celebrate Holy Week. There were a lot of bible jokes made too.
Second day was mostly free time, and I spent most of my time alone. I really didn’t work well with my group. Nevertheless, the beach was really beautiful and so, so blue. The sand, even though it was so hot it burns my feet, was white and sparkling. And though it couldn’t beat the sands of Pagudpud, it was still soooo beautiful.
And it was peaceful. I sat at the shade of a tree a little ways away from the shore, surrounded by silence and the vastness of the land, sea, and sky. I just wanted to stay there forever. I wished it wasn’t so hot though, so I could sit closer to the sea.
I stared where blue meets blue, my mind blank, and I felt like I was standing at the edge of the world. This is what really I wanted when I decided to enroll in this class. Not the team building, nor the fun, nor the survival tips, even though all of them were nice.
What I was looking for were the quiet moments such as this one. I had always been so absorbed by myself, by what I do, what I think, what I want. But at the moment, looking out the Zambales blue, I never felt so small.
Small, and alive. ★
somehow mirrors my existence in the real world. ★
For the last week (and yesterday) I’ve been cutting classes left and right. It’s just that time of the sem; too many parties, too many events to go to. If I keep this up, I’ll probably fail half of my subjects due to excessive absences. I can’t afford that, not anymore. I need to get back on track.
(But first, Emirata, Rave, and Pats’ debut this weekend! Wooooooooo) ★
It’s ADHOC: Limitless in a few hours. My third ADHOC in a row. God bless my party soul. ★
There’s this really nice spot in the commons of our boarding house where there’s a high chair next to a huge window. It’s at the third floor and there are no huge buildings around to block the view. There, it’s quiet and noisy at the same time. I could see the closed doors of the neighbors, the dark windows of the nearby condominiums, sleeping behind closed gates with security guards running on radio shows and caffeine. I could hear the roaring of vehicles on the midnight street, the occasional blaring of sirens, and sometimes I wonder if they are trying to chase death or outrun it. I love sitting there—in fact I’m sitting there right now—where I could see the city night sky that’s always too bright around the edges. As usual I could see no stars, but for tonight I guess airplanes would suffice. ★
he tasted like alcohol and sin ★
And it was crazy. I never imagined it to end up like that.
My grade school life and my high school/college life are like the two ends of a spectrum. They’re completely different worlds. Last night proved how different it really was.
I had a blast. I never expected it to be so awesome; I haven’t had that much fun for so long. And it felt like nothing changed even though actually a lot had changed. Okay that was confusing hahaha. It’s like, you know, we all changed so much, but we didn’t dwell on that fact for long. We just moved on and acted like we just saw each other yesterday. How awesome is that? Hahaha. Seeing them made me realize how much I really missed them. It feels like I’ve reunited with that another part of myself, the Jonalyn before she became a Ruralite and an Iska. It was refreshing. She was so different but she’s also a part of me. It feels good to remember.
As for that guy from my other post, the one I said I don’t want to see, well, he was there. And he was so damn fine, might I add. But anyway, we didn’t talk much, and I didn’t care either. He became a total douche and asshole when it came to women. I mean, he’s a great friend and all, and his liberated attitude goes along well with mine (we’ll be a total disaster together hahaha), but he ended up becoming a player. A nosy friend of mine told me that in that first reunion a few weeks ago, that guy (let’s just call him Guy A for the time being) was getting frisky with this girl he just met on that day, and when the girl was getting too clingy he said, “It was just a game, and the game’s over.” Dude, do you think you’re shooting a movie or something? Hahaha anyway, Guy A is a total douche, but he was hot. I could forgive him for that. As someone I know said, “Treat me like a cheap girl!” Lol I wouldn’t mind. I love games anyway. :)
(Okay some people I know might raise their eyebrows when they hear me saying that hahahaha.)
And hey, turns out grade school Jonalyn was really popular. Half the boys there admitted of liking me at some point in time. And yes, Guy A admitted it too. Not that it changed anything. I just realized I was so over him for a long time now.
After a few bottles of alcohol, we decided to play Spin the Bottle because I won’t stop complaining about how bored I am. Well, I wouldn’t go over the details, but let’s just say a lot happened there. That’s just the kind of game my high school friends would never be caught playing. We were a bit tipsy and I could already feel the effects of alcohol. They couldn’t believe that I could drink so much and kept on asking me if I was really alright. I think that they all had this notion that UP students just study all the time, when in reality we party harder than anyone else hahaha.
And there was this other guy. (Let’s call him Guy J.) I had a huge crush on him back in the day. We didn’t even talk for the last two years of grade school because it was so awkward lol, but now he wouldn’t let me hear the end of it. He said that I gave him a Valentine’s card back then which he still kept back at home. I can’t believe I was so tacky back then! Huhu it’s so embarrassing to remember.
Anyway, Guy J and I um… how can I phrase this… uhh we have a thing. And it was so weird. Really though. I couldn’t believe that we hit it off last night. Well the alcohol certainly helped, but he won’t stop chatting me up in Facebook so I don’t think it’s just the alcohol talking. Or maybe it’s my skills talking? Hahahaha okay forget I said that. (What am I going to do with myself seriously.) But I’m not looking for a serious relationship right now, and honestly I don’t think he does. It would never work anyway. It’s all in good fun.
So, that’s what happened last night. Wishing that we’ll have another reunion sometime soon. I’m missing them already. :) ★