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And the week came to pass like a very quick sweet dream.
Boarding the plane for Manila was not a very good moment. I wanted to stay. I wanted to go back to that lazy afternoon in café del mar where we whiled the time away with nothing but deep appreciation of each others’ company. I wanted that last dinner to be on the beach, where the sound of the sea could get us drunk with bliss.
I had a feeling that some of them didn’t have fun, though. The girls, in particular, seemed to be bored all the time. I’m not quite sure. I hope they had fun.
I miss the days back when I see these guys everyday. When every lunch break we’d eat in taal grill, bud’s, green archers, hot rice, or any place where there’s air conditioning, mura yung food, at pwede magyosi. Man, how simple.
I was away for 5 days, and the work I left would undoubtedly pile up and jump on me like a bag of hungry snakes once I stepped in the store. It did. And while I played the scenario in my head many times-- what I should do first when I got back, what I should fix next, and so on, I found my limbs dead uncooperative as they seemed to be stuck on vacation mode. It was frustrating. Work damn you! Useless. I was in a weird crashing state. I found myself in a strange daze. A highschool friend of mine who was also there for labor day weekend was sending me messages on my phone like crazy. “Jbs crash ako from bora. Tawagan mo ko.” “Jbs, u home? Usap tayo.” Man, I needed to talk to someone too. It was nice to know that I wasn’t alone in feeling like my system just crashed. And what’s a bad feeling if it doesn’t include a sore throat and a cold? I’ve been trying to drown it with orange juice, water, and more orange juice.
Tomorrow is another day.
Boarding the plane for Manila was not a very good moment. I wanted to stay. I wanted to go back to that lazy afternoon in café del mar where we whiled the time away with nothing but deep appreciation of each others’ company. I wanted that last dinner to be on the beach, where the sound of the sea could get us drunk with bliss.
I had a feeling that some of them didn’t have fun, though. The girls, in particular, seemed to be bored all the time. I’m not quite sure. I hope they had fun.
I miss the days back when I see these guys everyday. When every lunch break we’d eat in taal grill, bud’s, green archers, hot rice, or any place where there’s air conditioning, mura yung food, at pwede magyosi. Man, how simple.
I was away for 5 days, and the work I left would undoubtedly pile up and jump on me like a bag of hungry snakes once I stepped in the store. It did. And while I played the scenario in my head many times-- what I should do first when I got back, what I should fix next, and so on, I found my limbs dead uncooperative as they seemed to be stuck on vacation mode. It was frustrating. Work damn you! Useless. I was in a weird crashing state. I found myself in a strange daze. A highschool friend of mine who was also there for labor day weekend was sending me messages on my phone like crazy. “Jbs crash ako from bora. Tawagan mo ko.” “Jbs, u home? Usap tayo.” Man, I needed to talk to someone too. It was nice to know that I wasn’t alone in feeling like my system just crashed. And what’s a bad feeling if it doesn’t include a sore throat and a cold? I’ve been trying to drown it with orange juice, water, and more orange juice.
Tomorrow is another day.