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Kala-Wiji Chronicles: Part 3 (The Beauty of Mt. Wiji)

From a number of plot twists to finally reaching Mt. Kalatungan, our three-day climb culminated with a traverse hike to Mt. Wiji.

Mt. Wiji stands at the height of 2819.78 meters above sea level and is located at the southern part of Kalatungan Mountain Range. The mountain is named after the first Japanese who made it into the peak, but locals refer to it as Mt. Lumpanag or Makaupao.

The early morning wind greeted us with a chill and by the time we sipped our coffees, we were wearing layers of clothes and jackets to counter the very cold temperature. We were supposed to start the ascend at 8 am based on our initial itinerary, but Kuya Babu and the guides suggested that we start early for us to witness the sunrise and [probably] the sea of clouds. So there, in the darkness of the dawn, we started our trek.

It was 5 am when streaks of light started painting the sky with shades of pinks and purples. Although Mt. Wiji is less than a kilometer away from Bamboo Camp, the trail going to the peak is very steep. But despite our huffs, pants and coughs, the gorgeous view made it a whole lot easier.

We didn’t mind our aching muscles or joints. We didn’t mind our heavy loads. We didn’t even mind when our knees and chin almost touch with every step. We were just thankful for a blessed day.

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Alto Peak: A Jungle Parkour Adventure

It is a lot easier to attribute the cityscape when you think of parkour. The rails, the stairs, the ramps and the elevated structures easily became hotbeds for the nascent enthusiast. But how would you feel about parkour in the forest floor?

I’ll tell you what— joie de vivre.

But before we head onto the climax, let’s start with the [not so] easy walk.

I have been hanging out with random hikers in Cebu and I could say that this group of people– put together to face the heights of Ormoc– makes a colourful weekend. Spearheaded by Shiela and Kevin, I along with Jovy, Idol, Ate Sherlyn and Paul were present from Team Bang. Meanwhile, Phil of Laag Bisaya led the pack with Chiara, Rell, Loche and Hardi. The nomads, on the other hand, were nothing short of dull with Shikienah, James, An Jurvel, and Shandy on the troupe.

Upon arriving at Ormoc City port, all 16 hikers from Cebu were geared with excitement for the major weekend escapade. After a quick breakfast and last-minute shopping for our trail and camping essentials, we set out on an hour-long drive to Brgy. Cabintan where we met our guides, Kuya Oheng, Kuya Danny, and Efren. Also joining the fun were two harkor hikers from Leyte, Dave and Ryan.

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The Rule of Eleven (aka The Blue Sky Tag)

Sooo… my two far-away besties here in blogosphere, Rosema and Jade, recently posted the Rule of Eleven open tag. How did my lazy butt get dragged into this?  HAHA! But really, since I enjoyed your answers a lot and I can’t miss the fun you girls are having… here’s mine. 😀

DISCLAIMER: This is a long one coz I answered both sets of questions. Should I call this The Rule of 22? lol

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Share Your World – Week 4

Here’s for  Cee’s Share Your World Challenge –  Week 4


Do you prefer juice or fruit?

Fruits. Specially freshly picked. 🙂

Did you grow up in a small or big town? Did you like it?

I came from a village tucked in the far-most corner of a small town and I couldn’t ask for more. “Away from civilization”, that’s what we jokingly call it. BUT we’re never away from each other. Home is where love and smile is the warmest.

If you were to paint a picture of your childhood, what colors would you use?

Green for the trees, blue for the sky, brown for the dusty road. It was a time of laughter, sun-kissed skin and sweat. Need I say more?

Ways to Relax List: Make a list of what relaxes you and helps you feel calm

• Stargazing and moon-gazing
• Watching animated films
• Doodling and sketching
• Listening to music
• Lazy afternoons
• Reading books
• Long walks
• Silence

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Broken Things

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Broken Things
Realistic Fiction

“You are the weirdest friend I’ve ever known!” Selena exclaimed, staring at the dilapidated statue in Taylor’s yard.

They’ve been bestfriends since childhood— ever since the world begun. Selena’s been practically part of Taylor’s life as much as Taylor’s been part of hers. They’re two opposite poles, so much like two sides of a brain. Taylor is odd and quirky and artsy and lost in the clouds while Selena is everything Taylor’s not.

“Lena!” Taylor’s eyes beamed. “I bought this for three-dollars on a garage sale. You like?”

“I like?” she yelled, giving an unbelieving stare. “Why would someone have the nerve to sell this and why would you buy such scrap?”

“It’s my latest hobby, remember? I collect broken things.”

“Ever since Jacob broke your heart,” she argued. “You can’t mend it with those, Tay.”

Taylor’s eyes flickered with a hint of tears as she proudly spoke, “Watch me.”

Word Count: 150

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Here is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt. This week’s photo prompt is provided by Phylor. Thanks PJ for hosting another fun prompt.:):):)

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The Great Book of Lists- Chapter 5.1: People Who Inspired You

I’ve waited for this day to post this specific TGBoL chapter. Chapter 5.1 is all about the people who inspired you. It’s not about Descartes, Churchill, Coelho or any other inspiring thinkers whose quotes flourish the internet and the social networks. No, this chapter is about a list of real people, unknown (or almost) to the world who had a real impact on our life.

As for me, it’d be:

  • God, inspite of failing him most of the time, He never failed me
  • My family who are my great source of strength and inspiration
  • My college professors who pushed me to my limits, for they knew we were meant to grow
  • My treasure box of friends- my high school bffs, my college buddies, my “UTODIAN” friends, my favorite love-birds (Rinabel & Red)

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Flakes of fire

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Friends are flakes of fire

I shiver to heat, not ice

With them, winter’s gone


Written for Written for RonovanWrites’ haiku prompt #90: Friend & Shiver

Cheers to all our best friends. The funny, crazy, frustrating, and loving ones! ❤ ❤ ❤

The Confession

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It was one of those Friday night sleepovers. Nights you jokingly call ‘talk-overs’ for it starts and ends with long talk and gossip in between laughter instead. Just you and you best friend over comfy pillows, soft cushion, and warm blanket. Nothing else matters.

On this special night, in your matching pink pajamas, she turned, hugging your side. With probing eyes she asked, “Aren’t you going to tell me about it?”

“Tell you about what?”

“About it, you silly!”

You gave her that knowing smile for it never ceases to amaze you how she’s able to read your mind. So this is going to be THE night. A confession about the ruggedly handsome man you two met one Sunday afternoon. Your thoughts sent you an avalanche of chill and excitement as you began to speak, “So you rememb-”

“Wait! I’ve got to go to the bathroom,” she said, cutting you off.

Tugging the pillow, you chuckled and wondered where to start. And in the middle of rolling back and forth, you caught a glimpse of a letter. There it was. You could see the corner of the folded yellowed parchment sticking out of the torn lining of the battered book.

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Tears trickled down your cheeks after realizing you’re both in love with the same man.

“So, what was it?” she came rushing.

Word Count: 200


Written for Roger Shipp’s flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction For the Purposeful Practitioner. This is actually half fiction, half truth. I wrote the original story five years ago when I found out my friend liked the guy who liked me. Thank God the feeling’s not mutual on my end, for I would rather lose a guy than a very good friend. The poem was the exact words I’ve read from a piece of paper I found on her sketch pad. :”)

This week’s prompt is: There it was. You could see the corner of the folded yellowed parchment sticking out of the torn lining of the battered book.”  (The opening sentence does not flow as nicely as I would have liked…. You are encouraged to tweak it and use the concept/idea.)

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A clandestine

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Zed’s face lights up whenever he starts talking about Mia.  Sometimes love finds you in unexpected ways, and little did he know that he would find it in the hands of an auburn-haired, fair-skinned, smart, kind and exceedingly gorgeous woman he’d met in the outskirts of Raleigh. Continue reading “A clandestine”

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