You want to know what I really, really want to do right at this point of my life? I want to find some time to cool my burnt out nerves and write passionately. Seriously! I want to be a travel writer. I swear. I know it doesn’t pay much, but what the heck? You just need to get a sponsor and be sent off. And how I wish it was that easy. I wish I was just one of those filthy rich lucky bastards with parents who constantly send them away to travel somewhere just to free themselves of the burden of having to raise up kids like the ones they have. Good riddance. Fucking rich and unhappy…or maybe just ungrateful. But, I don’t wanna be like that. I don’t mind traveling alone, but I would love my family to be with me if I could.
Man, now I’m thinking about sponsored travel and all that, looking for ways on how to sign up, etc. So I spent half of the time surfing the net for sites which could at least give me an idea about travel writers and if I have what it takes. Let’s see…
Here’s an excerpt from an article I found while Googling:
“The first method of organizing sponsored travel is by applying for travel writing assistance. The tourism authority for your destination will have information regarding this form of organized travel, as well as the precise criteria necessary to get the ball rolling. In most instances, travel writing assistance requires that you submit several documents for consideration, including an explanation of the publication for which you will be writing. In other words, you will have to have been assigned the article or book from a publication or publisher in order to acquire travel writing assistance.
In most cases, you will need the following in order to gain sponsored travel from the tourism authority:
–A detailed itinerary for your entire journey, including the dates and locations you will be visiting. * check!
–At least three published articles in the travel writing genre, submitted to the tourism authority. *ugh, not a single one.
–An assignment letter from the publisher or publication, including the assigned word count, any photos that are required and any other specific information. *pssh.
–A detailed outline of the article or book you are writing. *can do this
–An author’s biography that includes information about your published works, your experience in the travel writing field and the reasons for choosing this particular destination. *i have this ready already”
So how do I get published? I’m too lazy to write. Maybe I don’t have enough time to spare or to put my thoughts together. Well, I came accross Written Road, and they pay for travel stories with a minimum word count of 1000 words and it has to be really good for them to publish it. And so, question is… do I have what it takes?
“Don’t decide. Don’t make choices. Because if you fail, you don’t have what it takes.” - Lost
No. I don’t quite believe in that. That’s just one of the options, you know. I could find a lot of other ways to get there. But I have to be really GOOD at what I do. So, am I good enough? Do I trust myself? Do I believe in myself? Do I? Do I? Do you, Sarj?
Oh man, you doubt it. and you lose it. That shouldn’t happen. I’ll hold on to this faith and muster enough courage.
At one point I have to do, what I ought to do. I have to become what I ought to become. I need to be where my heart tells me to be. And even when I am fully charged and awake at this hour, I will…keep dreaming.
At long last! I found the last part of Smallville 6×16!I couldn’t help but to sympathize with Clark in this clip. Well, if he could have only taken the risk sooner, things might turned out a little better than the worst expected outcome. Oh, heart ache’s banging on the walls of the superhero’s chest. And guess what, the embedded illustration of S in red and yellow meant Superloser.
Chloe: She’s marrying a monster, and she’s gonna be trapped in a loveless life.
Clark: You think this is easy for me? I think it’s easier than getting hurt.
>Clark, you don’t hesitate to run into a burning building or jump in front of a bullet because nothing can penetrate that iron flesh of yours. But the one time saving lana means putting your heart on the line, the man of steel is nowhere to be found.
>Giving up Lana is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do in my life.
Hours before the wedding, Lana had managed to tell Clark that she’s not going to marry Lex but just how fate always twists events in our lives, she was forced to keep her promise to marry Lex because of the threat Lionel had on Clark. Lana must be really stupid to agree, not knowing that an ordinary human can’t do anything to a superhuman that could hurt, except to take away the one he loves the most. Again, if only Clark had told her about his secret before, then he wouldn’t be sobbing under his red sheet now. He knew that telling her about it would put Lana in great danger, but if he was going to decide to reveal it on her wedding day and take all that risks that comes with letting it out…why didn’t he make up his mind sooner? Why does he still have to wait for that day until he realizes that he was up to take the challenge of winning her? Ok, it might have slipped my mind that Clark doesn’t have the ability to fortell the future but you get my point, right? Pssh. I am totally upset with him. I am upset because these things are realities that are hard to handle…and even the mighty can’t do anything to fix it.
Maybe some or most of us had been Superheroes with broken hearts like Clark. Broken hearts that cannot be nursed by our superhuman ability to deny that we’re in pain. And is that what this entry is all about?
“Heaven”
Save me from this prison
Lord help me get away
Cause only you can save me now
From this misery
Cause I’ve been lost in my own place
And I’m getting’ weary
How far is heaven
And I know I need to change
My ways of livin’
How far is heaven, Lord can you tell me
This song is the perfect depiction of my chronic malady. While humming the tune, I heard a whisper in a snap, He murmured… 8 hours from Manila plus 15 mins boat ride. Now, look where I found myself?
Atulayan Island, Sangay, Camarines Sur —my best bet at the moment.
This is, by far, the best barkada outing I’ve ever had. Even if there were only four of us and all the others have backed out as we were about to leave, it’s not a reason enough not to forge ahead with the plan. Actually, this made me even more persistent. We gotta run before the sun sets!
We waited until 5 in the afternoon hoping that we could get Karrol to mix in, so that I won’t have to rot with Ian while the “love birds” are, well, PDA-ing. Haha. Kidding. 
And I didn’t want people to think that I was with Lechon. Yech! So I made sure that I wouldn’t be left alone with him. It’s better to appear like a third wheel loser than a lechon lover. Haha. So okay, sorry love birds kung epal ako masyado. Next time, I’ll bring a pet with me so I’d have something to frolick in the sand with. Except that it would be stupid to hold hands under the sun all day. Nah, the idea is already grossing me out. Haha. As if! *guffaws*
Pictures I’ve taken are on my Multiply. But of course, I’ll post something for you to feast on, that isn’t there! Haha.
See? Sorry, no zooming in. Haha.
Being the ultimate trippers in our barkada, there was not a thing we missed. Roadtrip. Foodtrip. Card games. Cam whoring. Inuman session. Search for the Birit Superstar (videoke!). Oh, Bestie was already too drunk to get to the last part though. Haha.
On my last day, I scheduled a date with two of my closest high school friends I haven’t seen for years. Thanks for showing up despite the short notice.
yana, sarj and nica
(we used to be inseparable)
3 days wasn’t enough to take it all in, but you know, I had to leave. And it was such a downer to say goodbye to good times. Oh well, I can come back anytime. I just don’t know how to free up my time these coming weeks and yeah, to manage my finances as well. I have to think of ways to save up more. I really have to be somewhere during the Holy Week! Some place where I can spend time to celebrate being alive and to thank God for it. Isn’t that the point? To recognize all your blessings and to welcome the risen Christ on Easter. Yes, I want to rise from the dead too. It’s my second day back in the office and I can already feel the exhaustion I badly want to escape. Argh. Even at home. Oh, right.
Hay…looking forward to my next trip hopefully this April or sooner. Yay! Hmm, who would I tag along this time?
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