Jay E. Tria

I was mopping the water leaking from the roof, then, genius that I am, I stood up and banged my hip against the counter. The result is provided, thus:

Please tell me that will fade same time as the henna ink. It looks redder and a lot more swollen in real life.

The first time I was there I was aching to go home by the third day. But then I was with half the Espinosa kin, and although my youngest tita was all for banana boat rides and all the other touristy ‘adventures’ required of beach expeditions, there also was my mother, her presence circling like a hawk, censoring all forms of fun.

This time I was with my liquor-starved, work-hating, beach-happy bank friends. That’s a great combination of values. We were drinking the first night, in a bar on beanies in the sand. Fun. The second night (ehem, as early as four pm), I refuse to say that I was drunk, but I was definitely mighty dizzy. Kudos to the Mango Margarita and the Barlo Mojito AND the killer Jello Shot. Thanks to the sea for turning the dizziness to a mild buzzing. Apparently night-swimming helps tune down the ‘amats’.

Important disclaimer: swim with friends who can babysit you kindly.

Mark: Angie, I left my glasses on the chair. Guide me, it’s dark I can’t see.

Me: Marky, I don’t think I can guide you very well since I’m really really dizzy.

Marky: Oh no!

Me: Oh look I see three floating dots!

Marky: I only see two floating dots! (Still walking on the sand in the dark, clutching hands really tight and wobbling only slightly)

Me: No, look, three bobbing heads! People we know!

Mark: No, only two… ooh okay I see them now. gaahhh water!!!

Yeah, Dons go EAT that evil Mojito.

It was a fun swim. It’s good to know I still walk straight AND talk sense despite all the body-warming alcohol. As the wise bar tender said, “sayang naman ung bayad sa ininom kung hindi ka malalasing”. hahahaha

Donna puked twice in our toilet on the first night. Then she puked on the sink in the fancy hotel bar on that second afternoon. We stopped drinking after that. It was getting too funny.

WWe spent our more wholesome hours walking the miles-long (certainly felt like it) stretch of sand, buying cheap things that we still haggled unfailingly for. Tin had her hair-braided (it lasted one and a half day) and we got henna tatoos. So touristy, haha.

We people-watched the steady stream of Koreans and Chinese and the assortment of white dudes crowding the beach who looked back curiously too. We had Jonas milkshake and the best waffles in Zuzuni ever, and although everything there was at a 1.4 price index, those three days were a massive food trip that i wouldn’t have wanted to end if i wasn’t running low on funds. I am so over banana boats and island hopping excursions. So i’m glad we traded all that for actual laying down on pillowed benches, with iPods and magazines while waiting for the sunset and with the mighty sea breeze refreshingly cold on our almost-sunburned skin. That, really was the life.

Livin’ the lazy life.

I really shouldn’t have come home yet. I didn’t even get a tan, I’m still my usual pasty self.

anyone who’s enjoying the turtle-like crawl along commonwealth avenue these past few days, hands up please, and you are free to comdemn me. i’ve been trying really really hard to be sympathetic about their mourning process, but it’s not so easy when you’re trying to get home after two foiled attempts at watching kimmydora (superduper, you must be embarrassed at how jologs i’m becoming. i am so sorry. it’s these people around me. blackmailers i tell you!!), and it’s eleven o’clock on a friday night and it’s raining. i got home, alone and dead and wet, past one in the morning, and that’s a record i’m not aching to break anytime soon.

anyway, i’ll be glad once they stop making commonwealth avenue a three-lane parking lot. i can walk faster than the cars ambling there can move, and that is not even an exaggeration.

on a happier note, i’ve finished the last quarter of chamber of secrets and the entire of prosoner of azkaban yesterday. so it really was a very productive sunday, although i am stuck at home and i miss trinoma. i just have to say that although this is hardly news, prisoner of azkaban is my faaavvvoritesst of the series, and i have huge crushes on sirius and lupin, who in my head are hot brooding manly men with sturdy wands. quite unlike the older, more sensible-looking actors who portray them in the movies (no offense to Mr Oldman, who is still very great). i quite regret that i never had a teacher like lupin, to whom i could have had a massive though superficial crush on. it would have made school a much more exciting experience.

i’m on to the goblet of fire, and cedric diggory’s just came up (vivid robert pattinson image coming through). i’m sinking back under the covers. =)