Muddy Hell!!!

For me, this would not be applicable.

Those who would fall in this category would be a majority of my blockmates.

Wondering what the hell I am talking about?

Read closely...

This morning, my block, LR 51, went out on a field trip with our INTSOCI professor, Dr. Erasga, along with a marshal named CJ and another professor. Call time was 6:00-6:30 AM, but Dr. Erasga arrived at 6:45, yet we did not care about such. We left DLSU at 7:00 AM, and arrived at the Petron station in SLEX at 7:15 AM. We were given until 8 to eat breakfast. I had longganisa meal. <3

We went our way to Calamba, and when we got to the port, we had to take a mini-ship to get to the place. Another fifteen minutes, and we reached the community of the Rizalistas.

Contrary to my impression of them, they were devout Catholics, but in their case, they venerate Rizal, even to the point that they think that Dr. Jose Rizal is Jesus Christ. He was like their god. And I admire them for that.

Imagine, the elderly go to mass every single day, singing songs for Dr. Rizal! One of the elderly women that I had interviewed earlier had an injury on her hip, yet it did not stop her from going to mass. That was how devoted they were to a man who had given up his life for our freedom...

Around 1 PM, we had to go, but not before we go and distribute the canned goods to the community. Ira (male blockmate and bestfriend) and I went to the lady whom we had interviewed first, and commented that her house had loads of kangkong (water spinach?). She then told us that they community eat and breath kangkong. "For longer life." she said in Filipino.

That made me think about eating those leafy vegetables when I get home...

Anyways, we went farther into the community and made a detour. Before we knew it... the scenery before us was a rice field... with a mini pond/lake/whatever body of water. We had to get on a bangka (boat) to get to the other side, and the boat was very small. Only three slim people, two medium-sized or one huge/fat person could get in.

In my case, Ira, Karla and I had to share.

But then, that damn marshal pushed our boat, causing us to fall a bit on the side. The right side of my shirt and bag got wet.

DAMN YOU!!!

Anyways, we SAFELY crossed the other side, though I was screaming my head off. All three of us had to balance... and it was not very easy. The boat kept on rocking from side to side, and until now, while I am typing this, I can still feel the rocking...

With that done, we had to cross the rice field, all the while stepping on still mushy ground located on the sides of the field. Many were unfortunately, their legs getting buried on the mud while the very unlucky ones had a taste of mud up to their thighs! Thankfully, I got none...

... karma, perhaps?

I DID help out a blockmate of mine who fell into the mud three times, I think. I pity her, really...

*sigh*

At least I got home safe and sound. ^_^