Back from the PI.
Warning: This is a little really weird so if you don’t want to feel weird, don’t read this.
I didn’t post anything once I arrived home about my trip because I didn’t know how I felt about being home yet. I gave it a few days to let it sink in, and I think now it has finally settled in. This is everything I wanted to say in my video, but couldn’t. I have trouble expressing myself when talking, I feel like I get my point across better when I write. Regardless of the horrible grammar and punctuation, what I want to say is said, and that’s not the case when I speak. You would think it would be an easy solution, just read what you wrote down right? It’s a little bit more complicated than that. And believe me I have tried, but it never sounds the way I want it to come off as it does in my head. So I write things down, but believe me I’m trying. It’s one of the reasons I started this whole Youtube thing in the first place. But that’s not the point, the point is that I’m back in NJ after my 3 weeks in the Philippines. I really needed this trip. Before my trip the best word to describe how I felt was tired. I wasn’t just physically tired, I was mentally tired. As hard as I tried I felt as if my life turned into a repetitive daily routine. Even things like training or making videos seemed to be part of this which to me was the most tragic part. But this trip was exactly what I needed. Just a new everything was refreshing, and now I feel rejuvenated, I feel new again. It might have taken a trip half way across the fucking world, but you do what you have to do right. I was nervous at first to travel alone, I never did it before and from previous experience of my life to just expect the worst. But life cut me a break this time, other than a few delays and where the fuck am I moments, it went very smoothly. But now I don’t want to stop. I realized this into the 3rd week. My Nay told me that she enjoyed her time here, but she wanted to go home, where I on the other hand either wanted to stay or go somewhere else. I just didn’t want to go home. I wanted to go anywhere but home. So now I am home, but all I’m thinking about it going somewhere else. I’m terrified of the idea of waking up one day and realizing I’ve never seen anything. That I’ve been in the same place for fucking ever and this is it. If there was a word for this, I would say this when people asked me what I was scared of instead of just saying clowns (which I am proud to say I am no longer afraid of, assholes). So now I find myself selling things on craigslist and asking for extra hours so I can save up for my next trip. I feel now is the best time for me to travel, when I was working before I left I asked like every single of of my patients where they have traveled to and what was their favorite place. Everything was mixed because everyone was different, though I must say every girl or woman said Paris, but the men were all over the place with theirs. But was common was to travel now while I’m young, because when you are older even if you have the money to go where ever the fuck you want, you may not have the energy or even the ability to, so now is best. So I’m taking their advice, plus my job is pretty flexible when it comes to this sort of timing. Horrible with like everyday timing, but beautiful when it comes to this. So I’m planning my next trip to either Australia, London, and if shit really goes bad then Cali. I have nothing against Cali, I mean the last time I was there I was 4 so I literally remember nothing. But I mean if I’m going to go on a trip I want it to be a fucking trip, I have no problem with 17 hour flights, as long as I have Benadryl to knock me the fuck out and wine to dangerously mix it with, which the airlines surprisingly has to offer. I don’t care if the stewardess thinks I’m a drunk, it’s 17 fucking hours, fuck off. But seriously I need to get the fuck out of here. I have nothing against NJ, I love NJ. But I’ve been here for 23 fucking years. This was my first time out of the country in 8 years, realizing that now is ridiculous. I want to see things and I’m hellbent on doing so, and I don’t care if I have to do it alone.
Sabong is no fuckin joke here, no fucking joke at all. When the dude pulled out his box of blades I was like what the fuckkk. This shit is serious.
This was what I’ve been looking for, sabong. When we went to Antipolo a few guys were sparring their roosters but by the time I got to them they were done, I was so pissed. I thought that I wasn’t going to be able to see one, but at the last day my Tito comes in the clutch.
Went to my Tito’s warehouse today where he showed me around. The real reason I went was because I know the workers there have fighting cocks. But I actually saw something that I wasn’t looking for. Realizing that all these men were making all the furniture by hand, I didn’t realize that before. That means every piece is unique and crafted by someones hands. These guys work hard as hell for their living, and you realize that this is their hustle. And this isn’t their only job either, this guy handcrafts furniture by day and then is a butcher at night. These guys are inspiring.
Spent the day at the range. Going shooting is so much cheaper here, it was like 1000 pisos for everything which is like less than 20 bucks which is an amazing deal. And there aren’t like any rules, like I was allowed to hold the gun any way I wanted, even like a gangster, but I didn’t because I fucking hate when people hold guns like that. And they wonder why they never kill the good guy. But yea, only thing I’d say was that the ammo was cheap because when it shot a lot of residue was left and a good amount of smoke. But hey it’s the Philippines and it’s not like I’m doing some assassination or something. I’m still stoked on how cheap it was.
I only have a few days left here, so I decided that I’m going to spend a significant portion of them getting drunk. Also, here is a Tuko
Went diving for starfish on the island which was dope. When I dove down far enough to get them I didn’t pick them up at first because when I saw them they were crazy colors and had spikes on them. From my knowledge, crazy colorful and spikes usually means poisonous. So I went up for air and thought about it. I didn’t have Wikipedia or a Pokedex on me so I just was like well if they were poisonous, someone would have told me about it already or something. So I dove back down and picked it up by the side of it’s arm, not the spikes or anything. Yea found out they weren’t poisonous. Had lots of fun swimming, enjoying the beach, and just having fun. Zambales is way better than Boracay any day.
Zambales is amazing. It is almost entirely uninhabited and full of aquatic life. If it just had waves it would be the perfect beach. We went island hopping which was a lot of fun. Everyone talks about Boracay, fuck Boracay they can have that. I’d rather stay in Zambales. This is me trying to walk on water on the boat, didn’t work but was lots of fun.
After getting dropped off at the bus station, traveling x hours, and arriving in the middle of the night, I just wanted to crash. When I woke up I realized I was in the illest place I’ve ever been to. I was in Zambales which is a mix between farmland and beach. I liked this place alot because it reminded me of home. I live in what you would say is farmland but travel a little and I’m at the beach where I spend most of my time. It was like that but way faster, walking distance. Walking down a dirt path, I see a cow, just a cow. That is all.
Went to my Lola’s to meet up with everyone to head to Zambales. Was walking around the town, checking everything out. Found this pit where kids seem to like to play and I was just like if you fall in, you are fucked. Also, a big thing here in the Philippines is being resourceful. Take these jagged pieces of glass, they cement them on top of fences and gates as a makeshift barbed wired. I dig it because it looks cooler, doesn’t rust, and still hurts like hell.
I was told there were delicious mangoes in this tree. All I found were ants.
Got a voucher in Vermillion and got this at Cerulan Bike Shop
Arcades are still booming here. Spent 200 pisos which gave me 60 tokens where every game in the arcade is 1 piso. I beat Hosue of the Dead 4 and Time Crisis 4 and played a bunch of games with mad tokens still left. The game below is my favoriteee arcade game, but it’s a bittersweet relationship because 8 years later and I still can’t beat the last boss, it’s bullshit. But regardless I had a fun time. Especially since there aren’t any arcades in the states because they bailed on them. Such an endless bummer.
Ascal bros wrestling with each other, than stopping when they see us, and acting cute so we’d buy them. They remind me of Milo. I wish I could put Milo in a Pokeball and let him chill with me wherever I go. That and so when he’s being bad I could tell him to return to his Pokeball.