Written on June 23, 2008 out of boredom
What is worse than traveling alone in a land quite far away from home carrying a luggage half of your size, not to mention a laptop weighing four kilos and a blue bulky backpack containing loads of your anik-anik… mingle with people whose dialect sounds alien to you but you have no choice but to communicate as intellectually as possible using your own vernacular but eventually they would respond in their native tongue. So, you try as hard as you could to comprehend on what they are exclaiming, thank goodness you’ve been blessed with this special skill called “analytical hunch” in which you somewhat felt a sort of vibration on what are they trying to say. Urgh!!!! What’s worse? Probably, it would be going to a place where you have to do your business with, however, the people you would do your business with informed you beforehand that you should not do business with them now because they are busy; again however, this very definition of stubborn boss of yours still insisted the poor you to proceed in their place and implore them that you would be staying with them for a week whether they like or not. And the poor you, caught in the middle, stranded for one whole week, though you are warmly welcomed, on the contrary, you should not do any business. Darn!!! This is disgusting! So disgusting! Okay fine, atleast they cordially accepted me to stay until I would fly to Bacolod on the 29th. Yet, I’m not allowed to observe class savings neither work in their CoJY office. So, the bottom line is I would just have to lock my self in the room provided for me, do cartwheel or whatsoever, but touch their CoJY is a no no. Then what on earth am I gonna do for seven solid days???!!! Tell me! Tell me! My officemates told me, “Okay lang yan! Atleast pahinga ka for 1 week!” (That’s okay, atleast you could take a rest for a week), “Mamasyal ka nalang sa Cebu!” (Explore Cebu). Yah, yah, it is totally fine, but goodness gracious! What am I? A boarder? A baksyonista? A tourist? And the like. Aha. This is really awesome – away from your boss, rest-all-you-can – fabulous indeed since they are not in this foolish situation! Well, for everybody’s information – this is embarrassing me to hell!
Furthermore, as much as I want to explore the beauty of Cebu, it seems that it is not an excellent solution to my boredom and humiliation. Why? Let me count the reasons:
1. I don’t know how. I’m not a descendant of Dora the Explorer.
2. I know nothing in this island, except going to SM Cebu.
3. I have no sense of direction. I’m so stupid in memorizing my whereabouts
4. I can’t understand Cebuano (due to this dialect barrier, I might not notice that I am being sold to a chauvinist to become a whore Oh no!!!)
5. Mr. Weather is having mood swings… Most of the time, nowadays, he is in a very very bad bad bad temper. Rainfall, wet surroundings and bloody mud, (yikes!) make me sick, thus, I’m may possibly not enjoy my exploration.
I am like a patabaing-baboy (fattening pig) here. They serve me plenty of food five times a day! (Goodness, minimum of three viands for a single meal!) This basically adds up to the embarrassment feeling which is bugging me so badly. And sooner or later it would kill me! Arghh! I want to vanish right on, from this very place… My brain silently screaming Natasha Bedingfield’s Pocket full of Sunshine – Take me away… a secret place… a sweet escape… TAKE ME AWAY!!!
How I wish I have this teleportation power that when I shriek out “APARATE” I would be teleported to Manila, then I can stay there for one week to finish my pending works in the office, otherwise, maybe hangout all week long in PUP, or rather simply slouch on our couch and munch assorted junk foods while watching telenovelas. Then get back to Cebu on Saturday afternoon to prepare my things for the following day’s flight to Negros. OR MAYBE, a PORTKEY will simply do. Let me see… uhhmmm… Perhaps that broken mirror resting at the center table would transfer me to Tarlac and have my weeklong escapade there instead…hehehe.
Unfortunately, none of my two great wishes would possibly come into reality… I would just have to stay behind, rest my butt in this black brass seat… play music in my multifunctional laptop… burp then afterwards fart because I’ve eaten so much… text any pal registered in my phonebook to update them with what’s going on with my monotonous life… take loads of pictures with my newly bought digicam… measure my waistline as it increases in size…pour out my neurotic thoughts in my laptop for additions to my neglected blog… then burp and oops! Fart again… then text again… then take again pictures with me, myself and my multiple personalities as the subject…then measure again my unsexy tummy as it expand disgustingly. Wahh!!! This is a terrible torture!!!
