I feel like singing (even off-key) Green Day's Boulevard of Broken Dreams. It is my fifth day In Mandaluyong. I can't believe I have survived FIVE excruciatingly idle and boring days here. Well, it's not like I've been thrown into a dormant lion's den. I mean, it's not that bad when you come to think of it. Just consider these circumstances:
a.) I am even thrilled to roam around here and explore the city. I can read a map if needed and ask around for directions. But in such an unfamiliar territory, I am scared to get LOST (which is POSSIBLE) and abducted (and omg raped!) and have my body parts chopped off and scattered all over Metro Manila SINCE I am going to China. There are bad people everywhere, and I have to take care of myself. Especially now that my dreams are almost within my reach. I may take chances, but I can't put my life to risk. Period.
b.) Yes I may ask Manang Rhoda to take me wherever I want to (Baclaran Church, Quiapo Church, Divisoria, Mall of Asia!!!) but she has JBLMU Alumni House to look after. My aunt has left me to her care but I understand she has a job to do and she seems to be always busy. Yes, I have Manongs here to keep me company but they do not share my interests. I mean, I do not have the heart to ask them to go shopping with me, or take me to the nearest ice-cream parlor. Many of them have become my friends, it's just that it's undeniable that they have a world of their own.
c.) Rovie is in Quezon City, which apparently is too far. She has a job. She's busy, even too busy to call me again.
d.) JD is in QC as well. It's clear as day he doesn't have time to meet me. I don't even want to elaborate on this.
e.) Karen, Ash, and Bes, under present circumstances, could NOT visit me.
f.) I have only VERY FEW (less than ten OMG) pictures. Not much evidence that I've been to Greenhills, Rustan's, StarMall, etc. There's no proof on MY camera that I've enjoyed the Thai dinner at Soms with Nang Mavi, and I have had shawarma on the streets of Mandaluyong. No pics of the ice creams I consumed, no pics at 7 Eleven. It seems nobody here takes, nor would want to take, any pictures whatsoever. I'd look like a total ditz if I give in to my fervent desire to just fuckin take pics of me everywhere I go! This is really traumatic.
I scribbled on a KFC receipt some journal entry that tells how lonely and alone I'd felt. This trip would have been fun and much more bearable if I were with friends. But I guess I just have to make the best of what I have, of the situation I am presently in. It's pointless to just wallow in boredom and stare blankly at the computer like a lunatic. I can surf and read books, but I'd like to do something that I COULDN"T back home in Iloilo, like going to Rustan's.
So I put on my make up and the best outfit ensemble I could come up with, given the scant wardrobe I was able to bring with me, and set out to Rustan's to in an attempt to alleviate the overwhelming boredom that is consuming my soul. Exciting things don't just happen. Sometimes, you have to make opportunities for them.
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