(Early) Day 1 To Bacolod
Sunday, August 16, 2009 6:44 PM /
toplate early hours in the morning about the pageant we had watched earlier, and how our college band didn't make it for top prize, or second prize..and third. We talked about children's books (yes, we're still kids), and our future careers (secret meetings and career-oriented goals, remember? Though I doubt they have that in mind).So about my phone, it's acting strange lately. Navigation's kinda jammed, the phone's restarting and sometimes I keep on restarting it when it's $%^! lag. I had texted Kris and Marz and they're not bloody answering. What should I do?!★ Standby OR
★ Return to base and wait clearance OR★ Abandon troops and proceed to destination
I went to the wharf. They could make it. I mean, if I got to Bacolod first and tip somene over there about my friends stuck in Iloilo, I could do more than help than just wait here. I went to the wharf (much closer this time). Yes, it was still dark, but the people..uhmm..they're gone. GONE! Ohgod! I couldn't think of any possibilities, maybe I'm early? It's still 5 AM. .uhm..or maybe. .Oh no, no. NO. They didn't abandon the troops, did they? Sh*t.I need contact. I need back-up!Wait, wait. Lemme see. Peer closer. .There's an man bellowing some trip schedule. Not an IICTzen. Some guy asleep while sitting. Not an IICTzen. An old lady selling something. Definitely not an IICTzen.Old Lady: Are you travelling alone, child?(she looks like a witch)Ken: I'm on a group trip.(be careful. She'll trick you and eat you later)OL: Have you bought your ticket? Can I see them?(Sh*t.)K: Uhmm..no, our instructor has them. .hehe. Wait, *looks around*saw the old man*Old Man: ...*blah*blah*blah...Bacolod..6:00 AM..*blah*blah*K: *approaches* Are you sure mister?OM: Of course, child. First trip is 6:00 AM. Have you bought your ticket?(doesn't look like a witch, nor a wizard but could secretly be either)K: Yes, our instructor has them.I was running early.K: *sit*..*stand*..*sit*..*looks around*..After a long wait..I saw an IICTzen. In grey shirt. After another couple of minutes after that, I saw Mitz. In grey shirt too. And another one in grey shirt. And another one. Why are they in grey? Is this a joke?!Worse, a conspiracy.D*mn, that's it!There had to be a conspiracy. I know it.I mean, hello (Roger, roger?), you gave contact; no callback, you came on time; no troops, you wear a black shirt; they wear grey. I had to confirm it, this atrocious act.Ken: Why are you wearin' that stupid shirt?!(demoralizing the shirt so she wouldn't wear it *trying to sound casual*)Mitz: *gives the know-it-all look* We agreed to wear this, remember?K: *gives the I-know that-look-but-doesn't care coz I'm better off wearing a black shirt instead of grey* Oh.M: It was agreed. Maam Beth said so. Were you at the meeting? *gives the I-was-there-look*Sh*t.K: Of course I was! *also gives the I-was-there-so don't bloody give me that look*Of course I was at the meeting. And I didn't sleep, I tell you. I remember I had chatted with the President's girlfriend coz I need to borrow some correction fluid. I was doing the Liquidations. TOP PRIORITY, remember?! I was there. And I hadn't heard any concensus or voting. Isn't there suppose to be some kind of nomination and votation when you're dealing with the student body?! I learned that from the President himself.Anyway, I couldn't go back home. And besides, isn't this great?! I am setting myself apart from these mass of travelers. I am different. Unique. Seeks adventure and independent. I must appear nonchalant and indifferent (like Mitzie's i-know-it-all confidence)to the rules of traveling (no smoking, no eating, no sleeping while traveling) So there I was dressed in black while all the others were in their grey shirts.Have a safe trip everyone!Labels: jumpy, ken chua, travel
0 Couldn't Keep His Mouth Shut
Ken Chua would no longer go underground unless the notorious Martial Law II is declared. He is partly convinced that all his pent-up thoughts are spilled in this account.