i just got back from two weeks of rock and rollin' around the country- north to south. if my boss hadn't stopped me, i should have been in tuguegarao by now, scared shit (not really) of rebels kidnapping me. two weeks of barely enough sleep. lots of alcohol. lots of nicotine. and plenty of players.
baguio was fuckin cold. i jogged in the morning- took in the pine-scented early morning air. it numbed my brain. the dude i jogged with talked non-stop about airsoft and war games. so everything was good.
davao was deliciously fun and warm. i liked the sun on my skin. i said to someone about two months ago that i would kiss a total stranger. well, the lead vocals of the band kissed me. i was shocked but what the hell. the kid was cute and he was singing pink floyd stuff. could you really blame me?
on to cebu... cebu was tiring. i got sick in cebu. i got sick remembering the last time i was there. in the same hotel. with the same crowd of people as audience to please. sick to my stomach thinking i should be kicking and screaming. crying, crushing things, throwing insults at anyone, at the wall, at the night. instead- there i was shouting at the band, singing along:
It started out with a kiss. How did it end up like this? It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss!back in manila, i have to deal with some very nasty truths. and working late again. missing my coffee breaks. making up excuses why my eyes look sad. telling them all i'm ok.
goodbyes suck.
from my window seat, manila!
morning jogs along the paths into pinewood forests.
still wondering what it would feel like to fly a plane upside down and touch a cloud.
