Rushing

Saturday, February 24, 2018

I remember the simple meals, and I grew to become satisfied with them, and even finding them comforting as time went on, as I still do today.  I would even sometimes enjoy the feeling of being hungry, and sweating while walking long distances.

It gave me a feeling like I was detoxifying myself, and it gave me spurts of true drive.  Whenever hungry and having to roam and forage for food in the jungle or mountains, it took away all excess/unnecessary thoughts and gave you focus on one sole thing -- to find food so you could eat.  It's a primitive mechanism, but that's a prime form of true satisfaction that's very invigorating to the mind and body.  This of course gets corrupted if you no longer live for just yourself, because then you have more to think about than just meeting your own needs.

I see I posted about the cemetery.  I bet I would have never predicted back then that I would end up sleeping at cemeteries for a couple of instances in the years that followed.  And it was not because I wanted to, but because paradise was eroding (or was not attainable) and I began to suffer from mishaps, the harsh reality of life, and wrong turns.

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Monday, March 13, 2006

I'm really rushing right now. I'm praying I have enough money to pay for this internet cafe bill, haha, really. Let's get right down to the pictures. I enjoyed a cheap meal of rice, raw dilis or anchovies, and arusep, which is a type of seaweed. The dilis tasted fine and the texture was ok, and I was able to stomach it despite having no flavor and it being raw. The arusep was also ok. It's very salty, and I probably would not have been able to eat it all without neutralizing the taste with rice. Overall, the meal was decent. This is not pictured, but I ate some fried talong or eggplant with dried fish or tuyo last night that someone offered me. I didn't like that meal as much.

The other night I found myself passing a town I was supposed to get off at, so I just stayed in the jeepney until I reached the jeepney's final destination, which is Olongapo. Fortunately, the jeepney driver did not notice, otherwise I would have had to figure something out because my budget that evening would not have been able to cover the fare. From Olongapo I trekked back to the barrio I was supposed to get off at. On the way, I noticed a cemetery. I decided to stop and take some shots and experiment with my camera's timer. The Olongapo City Cemetery is quite large, and it extends high up the mountainside that it resides on. Some of the tombs are stacked upon each other or patong patong. After getting sweaty and dirty, I had enough of that and headed out. Finally, I am flushing a toilet in the other two photos. What you do is use a tabo or pour a bucket of water to make the toilet flush and pray that it does.