yesterday, I went out with Andres people to Carcar(funny name for a place). So there, yun, there was this event organized by the youth government(i'd like to call it that although it doesn't really deserve that title) and the thing was dubbed "kaban", reason I still don't know. It was supposed to be a "concert with rampahan". asa ka mangahoy ana? anyway, so there, i ate pizzas that cost ten bucks a diminuitive slice and helped dress up Jesa and Ron for their seconds on the improvized catwalk(that didn't really look like a catwalk, more like tarzan's platform on his wedding day). I was laughing at the "designs" and the models(who apperently were sons and daughters of government officials).please, can I stick my middle finger on my tongue? i laughed at the first few bands too. It all seemed too forced. Even the fun was forced. then this reggae band plays "their" music and the crowd is resurrected. I like reggae but I do not love the type. I danced in my seat. Drinks came after the rampahan. so I drank. and drank some more. and laughed and talked. and laughed and talked. Then MR. COLUMBUS plays and O my freaking crap, the vocalist is cute! He wore an orange shirt and he sang what i sang when i sang in a band once Weatus "teenage dirtbag". He sang like I would if I sang in a band. kilig moment.
One of those times when I just look around and look for someone I can momentarily attach my heart to.
sad plight.
I missed people. there. the batman maybe. and J. I don't know when he's coming.
Our ride came and so we had to go but before that i met... yes...I met Dwight, the vocalist. He had a firm handshake and I realized that twice. He's from CIT pala. kilig moment. The ride was fun, I couldn't stop talking, I couldn't stop laughing. To the resort, woke up the custodian, settled down. talked, chai and I went to the "beach". rocky muddy. Joan caught up. we had fun. crazy fun. I tried walking with my hands.i danced on top of rocks. I sang baba nam kewalam. We chanted:
"O great magic, please come to me! Send me my father here, set his spirit free!'
from the secret garden.
Took a bath with Chai, crazy bath. talked with ate gen, ranted james stuff. for some reason.
Tried to sleep.
Morning. Chai came up to me. tried to be a friend, the best I can.
Had her sleep on me. cry on me.
Breakfast. Ate what seemed to be edible. black longganisas and puso and weird-looking cuts of pork in water.
Went the farthest i can get out to sea. Talked to God. Communed with my maker. Back, chit-chat, went home.
James texted. Called me on landline. talked bout the trip.
frustrating.
Took a bath. Jerked off. Changed. Ate Palabok again. Now I'm here, wearing slippers that don't match.
it's gloomy outside...me again. sorry.
