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24 March 05
Thursday. Batangas. 5:53am. we're here sitting on the benches of Batangas pier, impatiently waiting for the 7am boat to take us to Galera- our temporary haven for the weekend. abba decided to leave everything for the 3 day escape oblivious of what's going to happen upon coming back to Manila.
7:41am. 2 hrs later, our only progress on the journey is that we've managed to keep ourselves awake for the boat to finally arrive at the pier.
im starting to regret this whole thing. this may not be the haven i've so longed for. i've already spent more than a thousand and it only got us a few inches away from where we were at 2 hrs ago.
i should've never agreed going with this company. i'm even starting to hate him. the only consolation is that i'm with abba. but then again, she's asleep right now. even she is unhappy. i can see the regret in her eyes. the sad tired face emanates from her dark brown skin. i know for a fact that the only reason she agreed to go to Puerto is her him - bembol. i know she wishes in that deep loving heart of her that he will follow.
10 minutes. the boat is 10 minutes away. it should be, im tired.
"you're an exception to the rule. you're a bonafide rarity".
Thursday. Batangas. 5:53am. we're here sitting on the benches of Batangas pier, impatiently waiting for the 7am boat to take us to Galera- our temporary haven for the weekend. abba decided to leave everything for the 3 day escape oblivious of what's going to happen upon coming back to Manila.
7:41am. 2 hrs later, our only progress on the journey is that we've managed to keep ourselves awake for the boat to finally arrive at the pier.
im starting to regret this whole thing. this may not be the haven i've so longed for. i've already spent more than a thousand and it only got us a few inches away from where we were at 2 hrs ago.
i should've never agreed going with this company. i'm even starting to hate him. the only consolation is that i'm with abba. but then again, she's asleep right now. even she is unhappy. i can see the regret in her eyes. the sad tired face emanates from her dark brown skin. i know for a fact that the only reason she agreed to go to Puerto is her him - bembol. i know she wishes in that deep loving heart of her that he will follow.
10 minutes. the boat is 10 minutes away. it should be, im tired.
"you're an exception to the rule. you're a bonafide rarity".
posted by demented_i_am at 3:26 AM
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