sodom and gomorrah and some blues

It's that time of month again. That time of month when you feel incredibly "awesome." (insert sarcasm)

Just came home from my first ever Sodom and Gomorrah trip, also known as Puerto Galera. I was never drawn to the idea of Puerto Galera, but I gotta say it's a good place to swim. The waters are still, quite clear I must say, the sand and pebbles feel so soft on my toes, and I could just stay there, floating, facing the sun. I can still hear the gurgling of the water in my ears.

The night life was another revelation to me. Never been a night-life, party-people person; and this is one of those reaffirming moments. I did let myself go the first night. Okay, so I'm supposed to dance, feel the music, and not care at all. I did just that and it felt nice. However, this night was also "prowl" night. I tried. I find it funny to be approached by 21-year-olds. I'm such an awkward person when that happens. Sabi pa ng friend ko, "yan na yung market mo ha, 21 years old and below!" After sometime, I just want to sit and sometimes it amazes me how much energy these people have, dancing like they're being paid to do so.

The second night started out with a feast-like dinner: sinigang na baboy, inihaw na isda, sauteed vegetables, and liempo, with toyomansisili on the side. Heaven. I was surprised how much I enjoyed the crunchy vegetables. I kept saying "thank you, Lord" during the entire dinner. It was just sooo good. If only I could just have a cup of coffee somewhere quiet after that, I'd be in the second circle of heaven. But it's party night yet again. We came here to party after all. But I just don't feel like it, and when that happens, I find it hard to fake enthusiasm. Saturday night was like Malate in Puerto Galera. The crowd of people can be quite suffocating to the senses. They're everywhere, like mushrooms. I just wanted to go home, savor the aircon, and feel quiet inside. I feel like a grandmother. Very probinsyana ang atake ko sa Galera.

I did enjoy my company. Marvin never fails to make me laugh until I fart, I met and like Benson, and, of course, my partner in crime, Banuk. Always and forever.

When I came home I started feeling uneasy. Of course, hormones! Got my period first day of our trip. So now after the sand, the beach, and the music; it's just me and my hormones. I know I just need to comfort myself, so I cleaned the bathroom, cleaned the fan, took a shower, write, lit some candles, listen to Sinead O'Connor, and cry myself to sleep, or I can just watch the new episode of Grey's Anatomy and eat Tofi Luk, very Bridget Jones ang peg!

Feels good to write. What the heck!