Help.
WARNING THIS IS NOT A TRAVEL POST, BUT MORE LIKE A TEENAGE GIRL COMPLANING ABOUT LIFE. DO SKIP IF YOU HAVE BETTER THINGS TO DO.
This really sucks. Yes, I know this should be a journal on my days on vacation, but I need this one entry to vent.
It’s my second day here and I already want to go home. Yes, it’s that bad. I’m finally realizing the use of having a blog because there’s just no one to talk to here. Let me brief you.
Day 1:
We arrived at the Ninoy Aquino International Airport right on time at 5:30 a.m. we immediately found our pick-up, and went on our way. Since everyone was hungry by the time we hit the road, we decided to stop by a Jollibee on the way. Here’s where my bad luck began. I ordered everyone’s meal and sat down with them. Fifteen minutes later, they are all almost done eating and I still haven’t gotten my simple spaghetti and coke. I got impatient and decided to get up and inquire as to what had happened. I reached the counter and told them (and by this point I’m about ready to lose my temper) that I would take my order to go because my entire company was about done eating. Unsurprisingly, it took them ages to even follow that simple request and they still failed. They said they had just delivered my order to the table. What?! They make me stand in front of the counter for 10 minutes and send out my order? So I said, “That’s fine, I guess I’ll just take a container and pack it up myself since you guys even failed that part of my order.” Yeah, I may sound like a brat, but I was just about to explode. Anyways, I probably just wrote an entire paragraph that you (whoever you are reading this) probably don’t give a damn about.
We eventually reached our house in Batangas around 9 a.m. and immediately we were greeted by a mob of people. Aunts, uncles, cousins, and neighbors they were all there. Everything was fine until an unexpected visitor came around. So, there’s this boy. No, this isn’t a story about my life’s crush or secret admirer; it’s more like an unfortunate “it’s not what you think it is” scenario. Back to my story, we were all there talking and laughing when suddenly a vehicle stops in front and drops off this boy. Yes, I know who he is, I know him very well actually, but on the contrary we are not what everyone thinks we are. I knew something like this was going to happen. Because our neighborhood is so small and because every family here is related in some weird way news gets around very quickly. I’m sure you can guess what happened. There’s something called “chismis” in the Tagalog language and it basically translates into gossip for all of us and of course the wrong things are always the ones that get circulated. It hasn’t even been 48 hours and I’m the topic of conversation in the whole area.
What happened to my quiet and relaxing summer? In the trash, that’s where. I realize I’m probably overreacting, but I’m quite emotional as I write this post. I’m actually typing it in a word document because this horrid place doesn’t even have normal residential Internet.
Let’s see what else happened yesterday…I went and ate some lomi at the neighbor’s (they own a cute little eatery). I don’t think anything else too noteworthy happened yesterday. We just hung around the house for a bit and I fell a sleep very early like 6 p.m. early.
To be continued…
