seacielo - Da Kine o’ Life

have to take the boat trip to cebu, since the direct flight going to manila is fully booked. i was racing to nasipit. i shoved everything in my pack. i just wanted to go out of butuan. the dad was kind enough to spare me some cash. another perks of depression, huh?

march 3

arrived in cebu. i thought my brother would still give me a cold shoulder. we had a mishap since last christmas. he fetched me. i went to see makoy (or maki as they called him in cebu). we talked. berdogs was around. he took me to minglanilla. we skimmed until my toes were clotting blood; until the abrasions at my back where aching; until i realized that the salt in my skin were visible enough.

i went back to their place. i met some people from butuan. they were kinda familiar (who cares). i got drunk. i got really really drunk. i got drunk. i puked. i puked………… hik……… hik……….. the next thing i knew…. a no-show dark show.

march 4

WHAT SEX? I WAS DRUNK LAST NIGHT?! moment. maki? what’s with me and guys with mark in their names… again… i could not believe it. although it was consented, like i could fight it. i had been ripped off. time and time again.

i didn’t miss my flight. i was very early-2 hours before boarding. i met donna’s guy toffee before i actually met her. funny, huh? then i finally saw donnadelle at around 2pm. oh i met her brother too. we then ate the kick-ass yummy longanisa donna style. i got settled. we went to hear mass at greenbelt. we saw nyoy v ( yeah… that guy from bamboo -someone beside kit said). i went to confession since hmmnn…. forgive me father for i had (almost) sex again (i didn’t come). i feel great afterwards.

march 5

i went to pasig. found my way to and fro. it was a long day. i didn’t even know what the fuck i was doing. i just needed a reason to be out of butuan. i had. i did. i failed. the fuck i care….

march 6

i got nothing to do, so i went to NSO to get everyone know that i am a female indeed. so much for errors of some bitch! i went on the wrong line. but i was happy to get a priority number with 4188. i went to the right line, and got a receipt to claim it by 5pm. the receipt said “march 22.”

mom texted that she’ll be home by the 14th. okay… dad will be in manila by the 13th.

march 10

i just felt like running. i took the bus to batangas because i need to see the beach… the wave. the only thing that makes me sane these days. i took the long road. speaking of a road less travel. lol. i made it to nasugbu for 5 hours. it could’ve been only 3 hours, had i took the bus in pasay. but hey i’m here. i’m here but no swell. no swell at this time of the year.

i was just grateful the tricycle driver brought me to this surfer guy named sai(rus). a real surfer guy. kinda like me… only a surfer. just that i-want-fun-with-the-wave kinda beach person. hmmnn you want to check him out? he’s pretty good actually.

well… i am still sitting here, trying to kill time in an open cafe of sai. he’ll take me daw to the skimmers tomorrow… come what may… i’m going back to manila tomorrow. i’m thinking of crying my self tonight. it’s been awhile….