boracay blues

Sir Leo texted me yesterday night. And he reminded me that exactly one year ago, we celebrated Sir Reno's birthday at his house. That one year ago, I had a chance moment with ***, and that one year ago, we left Boracay.

I was surprised to learn that it was already a year. It almost seemed unreal, that we spent our sembreak in Boracay, during our thesis days.

And it almost seemed stupid, that one year ago, I told myself that I won't want to work in that island. And that now, one year later, I kept on convincing Dize to apply and work there. But her parents are against the idea, as well as mine, though not as strict. I guess her parents are suspicious of Dize's certain attachments in the island. My mom is okay with it, my dad is skeptical about it. Ah, maybe he'll miss me~~ I'll ask him that later.

But honestly, I miss being there. Not because I'm free (yay! no parents!), not because it's fun being there (after all, I'm not party-people kind of girl), not because of the beautiful ladies (Dize and I liked to check out women in bikinis), and not exactly because of the company (though I also miss them a lot), but because even though I worked there almost16 hours a day, I don't feel tired, nor stressed out. Maybe the sea relaxes me? Or the sand? Well, it IS Boracay. It's not Manila. It's not Antipolo. We don't have TV, or computer, or telephone. We only had a bed, an electric fan, and a toilet, in the confines of our wood-walled room. Nevertheless, we were comfortable. We both want it back. But she can't. And I can't, without her.

Let's go back. You need to. I want to.

Seriously, let's plan this out. We'll convince your parents. Mine's not much of a problem. When you end your contract, let's do this. I'll wait for you.

This is how stressed I am right now.

Let's go back...