TOO MUCH BAD TRIP CAN MAKE YOU VOMIT

A couple of weeks ago my ex flew in Manila from Belgium. This ex is one of my closest ex to date. When we separated 2 years ago, drama wasn't grinding like my recent separation. Except for when he first came back and he expected us to reunite. Too bad i fell in love with Frenchy then.  

We don't get frilly nowadays and it's so breezy to talk about hunting the next girl or boy who can come down on our knees. It came so natural for our lips to french kiss sans the tingling smack of it from the heart. To lie in bed together and just savor our singleton life. No ruffles. No misty water colored memories. I love it.

As expected a bakasyon grande was planned for the benefit of the balikbayans. We went to the nearest white sand beach in Manila--- Puerto Galera. Of course i had to double up my work load and play seer to anything that would pop out of work in the middle of my undeclared vacation.

KILLER WAVES

It was rainy before we went there but it turned out nice on the beach. The sand and the waves and the sun finally shining on my life. Thank you Sergio Mendes for providing me a very good last song syndrome. Well, lets exempt the waves the first day we arrived.  You see, the waves were very murderous as i had sustained tons of cuts from being capsized by a gargantuan wave. Haayy... grabe. I thought i was going to die like the deaths in Bangkok. I flipped thrice with all my bikini coming off and my breast pads flying. Gahd. I cried in the middle of my flipping and no one was unshocked to help.  After 5 slaps on the back, 3 consecutive flips, sand on my butt, me next to nudity and a silent cry, I survived. Emotional trauma was zapped as the waves had been kinder the following day.

NIGHTLIFE

I also love the galera nightlife teeming with homosexual bartenders and waiters. Love the wind at night. Love the attire (where else can you wear a bikini at night). Love the vodka. Love the beach/restroom. Love my bag. But wait a minute?!  Where's my bag?  ASAN NA YUNG PUTANGINANG BAG KO! There goes my sunny disposition, somebody stole my fucking maroon sling bag that was bought in Sagada by my exboyfriend. Grabe.  This just does not happen to me. I cannot permit this violation. I had to control myself. NO ONE HAS THE RIGHT TO STEAL. Punyeta. Yes, its just a bag but its my FUCKING MAROON SLING BAG THAT WAS BOUGHT IN SAGADA BY MY EXBOYFRIEND. The bag contained 2 cellphones, my lucky  chaka doll designed pink wallet, a wacoal bra, a tissue and an ugly necklace.

It didn't matter really that much on any given day but but but the thing that blew my top was the money in the wallet to be spent for my Mom and Dad's gift. You see moodrahbel and i are not close. It's my first time to buy a decent gift for her and this could mean something for our relationship. Then it was lost by some island urchin. No way. I'm gonna send some DRAMA right now.

In short, nag-hurumintado ako sa bar at nagsisigaw, pinaghahampas ang mga upuan at pinagyabang na ipapasuplong ko sila kay Mike Enriquez at nagbanta:  Hindi nila ako kilala. I said that in a very Vito Corleone kind of way. Then i vomitted right in front of every body and cried all the way back to our cottage. With a new set of bruises for my own paghuhurumintado.

The following day the police came over our place and handed me my very lucky chaka doll designed wallet and 2 cellphones. They got the culprit. A native known for stealing stuff from visitors. Its the first time for him to be charged and the first time for him to actually hand over stolen items. I gave him some very positive lecture on karma.  4 people are now in jail for that. Next time you go there don't trust people who offer shrooms or weed. They are actually people who check how fat your wallets are.

I wish somebody recorded me on my pagwawala. I'd like to see myself at my worst and baddest of all trips that my body could no longer take my expletives i had to vomit.