this is what you do: you make it rain hard enough and you let things spiral in the ravaging twist of life and lies.
read a dark literature and listen to more sad songs.
maybe watch a depressing film and not cry.
make a cup of coffee, get coffee stains on your sheets.
lie down to cover the stains like you covered the lies you make up in your head.
we can always blame it on the rain.
better days. i’ve seen better days,
bitter day. bitter days need an expiration date.
yesterday after class, i rushed to pack my things (since im spending the weekend at rod’s near UP campus) and headed straight to UP to watch eiga sai movies with telle and jamie at around 1730. we saw Villon’s Wife and were supposed to watch the Summit: Chronicles of the Stone but we all got hungry so we went to grab pasta at Chocokiss in the Bahay ng Alimni instead. apparently, we already missed the last movie so we decided to have milk tea and desserts at moonleaf.
fast forward to present day.
original plan was to watch 4 eiga sai movies at UP Film Centre from 1230-2200 by myself. since it’s free admission, why not? rod and jamie wanted to come watch with me but both backed out in the morning so i’m back with the original plan.
i missed Summer Days with Coo which ran at 1230 so i decided to catch the next movie at 1500. i figured i’ll be stuck inside the theatre for hours, might as well get food supplies at mini stop. i got mini cheesy pandesal, cream-o, a huge bag of BBQ flavored chips, C-2 and a bottled water. it started to rain outside so i bought myself an umbrella too.
i rode the ikot jeep to the film centre and got in time for the movie, Feel the Wind. i stayed til 2200 to watch 2 more films, the Summit: Chronicles of the Stone and Chef of South Poiar.
rod mentioned that there’s no more ikot jeep running past 10pm so he told me to take a cab home. i was waiting for a taxi across the film centre along with a few people. 2 older gentlemen, one Japanese and one Filipino who speaks fluent Japanese approached a younger gentleman asking where to find a cab or a Jeep to get outside the campus.
the younger gentleman said they can ride ikot jeep and he pointed out alternative routes to get to a philcoa jeep. i asked him if he was waiting for an ikot jeep cause it’s impossible to find an ikot jeep that late.
since there’s no cab or jeep going past the road anymore, i ended up walking with the 3 gentlemen. when the 2 elder gentlemen rode philcoa jeep, i was left walking with the young gentleman who coincidentally was also going my way.
he asked me if i was up for a long walk since there’s no other way to get home. i said i’m fine with walking as long as he’ll lead the way cause i don’t know the directions. we walked and talked, joked around and almost failed to introduce ourselves. he said his name is gerard, he’s doing extension music classes in UP and he plays the guitar.
rod texted me and asked if i already found a cab. i said i’m walking home but i failed to hit send. worried that he never got a reply from me, he tried calling me more than 8 times to say he’s picking me up. but my phone was on silent so when i noticed, he was already in the cab and i was almost home.
gerard asked me wondering how am i going to get home if i didn’t come with him. i told him i had stellar luck with finding a way to get home or getting to strange places, whether it be by hitch hiking, asking people for directions or walking with strangers.
stellar luck strikes again.
I’m outside your door, with a knife.
erm.. it’s actually a window. >__> you could’ve just knocked on the door and we could pare apples with them knife. lol.
