MANILA
– THE UNEXPECTED TRUTH
Introduction
This
was proposed by my partner while browsing for cheap tickets. At first, it was
meant for 2 persons; me and her; somehow the obligation and restriction from
ourselves conclude that we should include one more party. Then, my friend came
along in thought and it did not go haywire like I was expecting after
blabbering the goddamn-expensive-so-called-rock-Metallica-ticket with him at Mamak.
It was easy.
Manila
group was established. Yet, I and my friend were busy with the trip to Bangkok
and of course, it was different. Bangkok was full of entertainment for boys,
and I bet Manilas too. How could you neglect the one and only female member in
order to maximize your male lust? You get the point.
Prequal
Counting
on days, she and I had our differences. Not much, just a tip of the iceberg.
This was because of the third party, ‘kakak’. I somehow prefer keep this
in silence, but you know how well girls gossip. I am shocked how kakak
address me as stupid. How could you even stand when a woman called you stupid,
and the best part of it, it was in Twitter. Shit technology, just go die!
The story of the ‘stupid’ was elaborative, and I don’t intend to write it down.
It may go bad since I have limited vocabulary. Let just say, we had our
differences.
31st August 2013
Even
though we were departing at the exact time, you could expect me for being late
at the airport. Before departing, the mood of travelling collapsed, not for
them, but for me. It started with morale-down-blabbering, coming from a girl,
who I expect to stand on kakak side. I was moody that morning. I could
barely talk to her, so I spent my waiting-to-depart in a bookstore. She seemed
happy with the trip, judging by the way she talked to my friend, while I ended
up with Dan Brown’s book.
In
my first flight experience, I was in emotional protest. Thinking the incident
with kakak, worse-off my day. The excitement of airplane take off was
worsening the condition. I expected it was like a roller coaster. Damn it,
my expectations were high. And yeah, we barely talked on airplane.
Arrival
Not
much to expect from Manila. It was the same as in KL, with left-hand-side
drive, and she continued to annoy me with the excitement of having a trip. For
most of the time, I felt my presence was not needed. You could say I was having
my own, even she was beside me.
Check-in
We
have to find another hotel because of the poor management the hotel itself. I
felt great, somehow it justified my win, don’t ask me. Then, we planned
to find halal food station for consuming energy for upcoming event.
After
settling down in Chill-Out Guest House, we were ripped off by a local during
our walk towards the food station. Horse cart was 2500 pesos yaw! But you could
say there is a silver lining. I was distracted and my emotional protest has
come to an end. We talked a lot, we laughed a lot. This I could never erased
from my memory. Somehow I felt it was unique to find happiness in a different
way. There goes saying, happiness is expensive.
1st
September
The
day of shopping. This was the
day I felt closer to her. She was willingly open up her opinion on my comment.
I felt tremendously great. I bet she did too, since shopping is a girl’s thing.
We ended up bonding together, talking, and keeping safe for each other (only I
did the most part, but never mind). Lavishly, we spent the day with
togetherness. Even though it might sound cranky, we restrict ourselves not to
go overboard. Please bear with me. I am not that badass.
The
night was spent in text messaging. The conversation was going back to normal.
After raya holiday, we weren’t having this much texting. I was grateful, and
she was thankful because of me having her back the whole day. The words coming
from her seemed like this is the end of everything. To be truth, I did not like
that even a bit.
2nd
September
That
was it. We landed on LCCT on 10.40am. We parted our ways like it was never
happen. It was cool, sad, and emotional for me. I am having a hard time to see
her, yet I had to wave her a goodbye. Sadly, I am a lonely bitch after all.
1247pm:
“Byee” was the last message I received. It could mean everything. I know
I am thinking too much. I hope this does not stop here.
*Extra
note: kakak involvement made us to restrict ourselves. Without her, I
don’t think I could handle the temptation. I am sorry for every my actions and thought
towards her. She is everything to you other than your parents, which makes her very
super-duper-important in your life. I am beyond comparable with kakak
because you know her more than you know me. Thanks and sorry for everything to
both of you.
*Extra
note 2: You already know what happened. This was an expression of mine in
Manila.
*Extra
note 3: I bet you will read this when you are in Perlis. So, welcome back from
holiday (kalaulah).