Count down
POSTED AT 09:47 AM

duskee

I had so much fun last night with my friends.  I kept telling them who needs to go to Pluto if you could spend wonderful moments like these with your friends.

10 years dude! That's how long we've been friends. Wow!

Looking forward to 10 more. Darn! I feel old. hehehehe

Counting down the hours I go to Pluto. I know it'll be fun but I'm a bit anxious too. I don't know what will happen in an alien world.

See you guys in a month. I'll try to leave "postcards" as Tatit calls them.

Postcard 1: I touched the wall
POSTED AT 06:56 PM

duskee

Men it's cold in pluto.

I'm having so much fun and already I can tell that I'm gaining weight. This keyboard is odd.

I touched the Wall. I touched a piece of history.

This was my lolo's dream, now it's our memories.

I went back to school and explained my passion to those who probably didn't understand (my English).

Postcard 2: B-day
POSTED AT 04:13 PM

duskee

It was my aunt's birthday two days ago. I woke up early with my cousin to prepare breakfast for her. We then gathered around their door and woke her up, sang happy birthday to her. Everyone was crying. It was the first time, for a very long time, that we were able to greet her a happy birthday face to face. This is a big deal.

We went to a Plutonian castle afterwards.

Then I went to my cousin's apartment an hour away from their house. Three people in one small bed makes for a bad combination but we got some rest.

I rode the train. Four to be exact.

I biked. 10km.

Now we're preparing for tomorrow's party. More Plutonians coming.

Postcard 3: schloss and every thing in between
POSTED AT 05:17 PM

duskee

Grand and great. All the work that came into making them. Amazing. Expensive, glittering glass for wearing, for showing off, for spying. Chocolates and a different kind of hotdog. Blondes and red heads. Aliens. Fat in my already fat tummy. One cutie and a half.

Postcard 4: Count down
POSTED AT 03:22 PM

duskee

Two more nights and I'm home folks. Can't believe that three weeks is almost over. My uncle gave me a eating set from history. Can't wait to use it.

Postcard 5: The final curtain.
POSTED AT 06:02 AM

duskee

I love buying things to bring home to people who matter to me. Sad thing is, this place don't cater much to those who love buying things. I'm excited to be going home because it would mean a few stolen hours with high-school pals. I'm sad to be going home because it would mean goodbye to my family here. Hopefully, I'd be able to spend time with them again soon. While my world in that place where I grew up is colliding, my little universe in that place I call home is collapsing. Time to face jet lag.

Facing jet lag through the toilet bowl
POSTED AT 04:01 PM

duskee

You know what’s great about hanging out with friends and family? No matter what emotional, physical, psychological (you name it ) turmoil you are facing, you always feel better as long as you’re with them.

 

I faced three days rolled into a confused ball from crossing too many time zones. I wasn’t sure if I was living in yesterday or today or tomorrow. But once I got to Manila, it didn’t matter if I was about to fall all over myself from exhaustion, I still wanted to hang out with my friends. And so I did. Until 1am the next day. Even if my flight back to Davao is 4am that day. When I got to the room, I was told to get ready to leave. No sleep. And I was exhausted. My body clock was still set 6-hours behind.

 

Friends hang out with you. Good friends feed you and keep you company until boarding time. Of course, no amount of love and care can prevent jet lag and exhaustion from causing me to empty my stomach, hugging the toilet bowl. Let it all out dear, it’s the only way to make it better. Oh that lingering taste of bile in your mouth.

 

So, a few hours after arriving in Davao, it’s off to church for me. Where I fell asleep. I couldn’t help it. Nor could I keep my world from spinning. I’m sure my father doesn’t mind. After church, we went to eat halo halo because it was a friend’s birthday. And then the crazy idea to go wall climbing popped up. So we did. I had no escape. So I climbed that wall with jet lag, exhaustion and the taste of bile in my mouth. And I went home more exhausted, but happy.

 

Hugging the toilet bowl did help me feel better, but the best way to fight exhaustion is by getting more exhausted with family and friends in crazy fun.