Liquid Lover.

Darkness loomed on the atmosphere, as I float myself on top of the chlorinated waters of a classmate’s resort. It’s like building an imaginary carpet that clothes me as I sway with the rippling waves. Refreshing. Between the silence of the resort and the serenity of the stagnant waters were the swift engines dashing through the North Luzon Expressway. Within minutes of staring at the moon surrounded with wisps of clouds, I remember my Mom teaching me how to float myself in the water. While on my way with imagining myself in a fluffy water bed, she would support my backbone with her hands to straighten my stiff body.

With my first try, water seeped into my eyes and disturbed my lateral position. I then tried once more. With the second try, she removed her support and I went floating; my heart rejoicing with such achievement and wonder. I heard the gentle sounds of the water trying to tickle my ears.

The next thing I know, I’m sucking the mouths of Red Horse bottles. I became tipsy. I sang louder than the videoke machine. I walked right next to the pool until I splashed into the water. I urinated thrice, looked at the mirror and have seen the redness of my face. I laughed harder, maybe even without any reason. Being drunk is a weird feeling; you know you’re doing those things but you’re not that conscious enough with doing those things.

I slept dreaming of demons, honestly. Demons that are inside the air-conditioned room packed with nine people. That dream is so fucking weird. I guess, those are the effects of my brain manipulating weird ideas with respect to being drunk.

I stayed overnight in the resort to celebrate the one-week Semestral break (gunned with bullets of projects).

The resort is owned by a classmate, and we are obliged to pay 50 pesos. With the average fee of 100 pesos per head, and the advantage of getting the private pool, plus the food – 50 pesos is damn convenient. But our breakfast a while ago, due to scarcity of food – sucks. It’s an omelet with fresh native eggs and tomatoes. The girls in our group cooked it, and when combined with rice – it’s the worse thing that ever happened in your life.

I enjoyed those two days of fun, of playing water volleyball or finding underwater coins, or even sliding in different positions, or diving. The tuna mixed with bits of Sky Flakes (for pulutan), the loud videoke, and the people I talked to once again.

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So, I’m back!

~ by utakgago on October 31, 2006.