Today I woke up at around 6 AM. I think I’m just excited for today’s activity, or I’m just excited to see this certain classmate of mine. Last night I stayed up late because I was waiting for her to get home. She said she was there at around 5, but the truth is when she texted me it was around 4. Anyway I’m glad she had arrived safe and sound, so on with the story. I checked my phone and I realized I was earlier than my alarm. I set it to ring at 7 AM. So there I opened the PC and sadly my father took the cord that connects the modem and the CPU. To keep it simple the internet connection was cut. It meant less contact with her and all her accounts. I’m still annoyed because I can’t enjoy the leisure I had before. I consider myself as a web person now, not like before when it didn’t bother me if I can connect to the net or not as long as I can enjoy myself. So there mother gave me 500 pesos for the day. She told me I should give back the change which will always result to nothing either because I’ve spent the excess money or I’ve kept it to myself. I looked for my yellow piggy bank and from there I took 10 pesos. It would serve as my tricycle fare. I went to the town proper, because the terminals are to be found there.

When I arrived at the town proper I went to a certain grocery store. I tried to buy shawarma so I would get lesser bills. God they didn’t have any change for my money! I was like annoyed because I was hungry. And I think they too were annoyed because they had prepared my food then I just left it there without paying for it. So I went to the nearby drugstore. I bought a chocolate bar and a chocolate drink. They had change! Hurray!

I now proceeded to the terminal. It would bring me to the train station. I’m not worried if I will get late because the start of the program would be 11 AM. I was in the van at around 8. I have to allot 2 hours for travel for it was a far place. When I arrived at the train station I was headed to a certain fast food store. I ordered my classmate’s favorite breakfast: egg muffin with hash brown and hot chocolate. I knew I already had change, but I just wanted to eat breakfast. So I ate and drank my order like a voracious eater, and proceeded to the station. I realized it was Sunday so the train wasn’t so crowded. I was able to get myself seated. As I travel I received a text from my special someone. She says if I was already there, I said not yet. I don’t even know how to get there; I just relied on my instincts. When I saw Vito Cruz station it was time for me to get off. My brother said I should turn right once I see this certain apparel store and board an orange multipurpose cab. I got there safely, but hell it was nostalgic. When I was a youngster my father brought me here. We watched something I forgot, but it was awesome. We kind of had a father-son bonding thingy at that moment. Also when I was in 4th year we went to this place. The date was exactly my birthday. So I can clearly remember all these stuff. As I looked for the entrance I saw a lot of people. I could see they were college students. I think I’m the only one who doesn’t look like one. I look like I’m fresh from high school. So I waited for my block mates to arrive. Suddenly I felt a punch from my scapula. I looked back to see who the culprit is. I was shocked because I didn’t expect her to be here already. I’m talking about my special someone. She wore a white shirt. I too wore a white shirt. It felt like we were a couple or something. What a sight to behold. It surely was a great way to start my morning. She was so pretty, her Chinese eyes are so attractive. Her braces complimented her smile. I didn’t notice how fragrant her shoulder-length hair was. Today is perfect I said to myself. Hey wait. Everyday is perfect as long as I’m with her.

Okay so we waited for our block mates to arrive. I didn’t mind waiting, but what I really thought about were the seats inside the theater. I wanted to be seating right next to her. Glad it came true. Our friends arrive, so we now enter. At first I was disappointed because I didn’t particularly liked ballets. The male dancer was so gay. But then again I’m beside her so it practically is okay. My classmates were taking pictures of us, but I didn’t notice. I liked the fact that they teased us because we wore the same color. It was so naïve but I don’t mind. After the ballet show we looked for a place to eat. Four classmates joined us two. Actually I was the one who was just tagging along. All restaurants were unbelievably full with these rich junkies. We went to this pizza chain and bought ourselves lunch. We finished at 3 PM so we went to today’s anticipated event; free rides at the amusement park. I’ve never been here so I expected the place to be really wonderful. It’s not that amazing. I remember my classmate telling me “Ang ganda sa Maynila!”(“Manila is so beautiful!”). I’m kind of disappointed again. But I didn’t mind again.

We first tried to look for our friends because we kind of lost track of where they really are. We saw this horror house. I’m kind of scared because I’ve never entered a place like this. My classmate said he will wait for us outside. He said he didn’t really like these kinds of gimmicks. So I was the only man left. With me are four pretty damsels. They were all scared. It was too dark inside, I can barely walk upright. Suddenly, they cling to me as if I was their boyfriend. I felt amazing! Hell yeah! All ye defilers will get bashed if you dare hurt these fine ladies. But all I thought was this special someone of mine had her hand twirled onto mine. That was the time where I didn’t mind my surroundings. I just wanted her to hold on to me tight. We went out pretty much alive and kicking. She just told us she just coughed the whole time. We went to this swinging ship ride where we found our classmates. I and the other guy didn’t make it because it was full. We just haplessly watched them.

After that we went outside, for most of the extreme rides were to be found there. There was this dreaded new attraction that made her running to her feet. The ride was an inverted roller coaster. When it was our turn I got annoyed at her gay ex-boyfriend. She chose him over me as seatmate. And here I was stuck with my classmate whom I had an affair before. I hate her so bad not because we didn’t make it as lovers but because she was a freaking flirt. Flirty asked me why I was depressed. I told her I was just thinking of something but I clearly showed the fact that I hate to be sitting right next to her. The ride started. A cold wave chilled my flesh and bones. I wanted to back out but I can’t. At first when it went uphill I kind of got excited. Then suddenly it became one hell of a ride. Our feet went static in midair for the ride had nothing to step on. I can feel my flesh getting torn by the freaking fast air current. There was an unknown surge filling my body as the vehicle moved in swift killer curves. I tried to be cool by not shouting. I kept to myself all what I was feeling. It was the first time I felt fear. I thought I was going to taste coup de grace. Then the ride stopped at last. I wanted to go for another ride. Flirty asked me again why I didn’t scream. I just said it was not worth it. Then after we rested for a bit I told my special someone if we could ride the Ferris wheel. She said okay and two of our friends joined us. I loved it when we were in the highest part. It was lonely at the top, but it was fun to look down below. It was surely an elitist’s point of view. When we got off we proceeded to a ride called SurfDance. It looked like a long tranvia connected to two vertical steel planks. When the ride started I was beside my classmate. He was the guy who didn’t join us in the horror escapade. That ride was way too crazy. It went midair then twisted itself in such a surprising manner. I heard a lot of screams. I tried again to look cool by not shouting. I tried to be deadpan because I was not beside my special someone. During the course of the ride another surge ran through my body. I loved it! I wish it would go on for like ten minutes. We got off with smiles on our faces. I kept using the word “kakkoii”. It was Japanese for cool. We now looked for bump cars. My special someone kept on screaming “Alam na niyo na gagawin ah! Banggain si Marilou!” (“You know what do! Crush Flirty!”). We all hated her so bad. Marilou was not her real name as well. I just decided to name her here Flirty. I think she sensed something bad was about to happen, so Flirty decided not to join in the merrymaking. I picked a green car, and my classmate joined me. I was annoyed because my wheel was on reverse if you know what I’m talking about. We went backwards, which I didn’t enjoy.

We went to another haunted house again. This time I was determined to protect my special someone at all costs. We weren’t even inside, but her arm is already entwined with mine. It looked like I didn’t mind it, but deep inside I didn’t want that scenario to end. When we entered she hid behind me. I clasped her hand with mine, and then I got so happy when she held on tight. I don’t want to forget that part. It really was memorable. I now wish every place was a horror house. This would be the time where she would never let go of me. As we went through those half-assed animated dolls I held her hand as if we were real lovers. She was real scared because I heard her scream all the time. I expected real people dressed in scary clothes would shock us, for I fear the living more than the lifeless. I don’t want to dirty this hand anymore. When we got out she let go of my hand as if nothing happened. God I want this to happen again.

The last ride that I was with her was the carousel. After riding it I don’t want to ride it again. This is the only ride that made me scream my lungs out. How? You might ask. We rode this cup like thing installed in the carousel. In the middle of it was a plate-like object. When you twist it clockwise the whole seat turns counterclockwise. So when you turn it fast expect to get dizzy. We almost puked because we went for round two. It was great. Real great.

Then she went home with her gay ex-boyfriend. I didn’t mind as long as she gets home safe and sound. After that I forgot the other details. We just finished the day with a stupid ride and went home as well.

I don’t want to forget what happened today. I survived all those rides. I held her hand. I really need to put this in a blog. Thank you for reading.