long trip to see the falls

Cruising along highways beyond the 80 kilometer stretch of seasalt washed countryside. Drowning in caffeine, sick with nicotine forgetting you were here.You were just here. i may quit smoking. and the beer and the bong. and the boring details that is you. and the drone that is your voice.

Looking for signs in the pre-occupied faces of strangers that turn to look at the oncoming headlights of this killer bus. this trip is becoming a stupid idea.

Driving, rushing to nowhere no idea of what has been lost.Talk to me again in three years, I might remember then who left who and why. Or where else I could be right this moment. like my hotel room. soft pillows and all. and the drone of the sitcom made more to mock religious beliefs than for laughs.

saw the falls. climbed the slippery slope to the 5th level. got high. got drunk. got chilled to the bones. now cramped in this bus badly needing to pee. the next restroom stop a full two hours away. i hate you.

hailstorms

it rained hail it manila yesterday. well, more specifically along commonwealth avenue, known to be the deadliest highway in the country, probably the world. it was a phenomenon really. the hailstorm i mean. we only have two seasons here- dry and wet. most of the time the weather can be described as humid and to most of my friends- hellish. the weather bureau said hail is formed after an extreme dry spell. a tornado usually follows. naturally the hail became national news. in a country where kids are brainwashed to be fascinated with snow and everyting american- i think there were tiny sparks of hope lit up yesterday. maybe, just maybe it would snow in september.

i just hope erap goes to jail. that would be another phenomenon.