Summer Tears

Waiting in the SM Megamall was already becoming a pain in my ass. There were late comers for our outing. I wasn't happy about it. And when majority of them came, my feet were dragging me to the destination and my mouth spilled simple stubbornness.
On the bus, I managed to share the seat with good friend Yanna and got acquainted with the music in her mini player. I missed Jpop all of a sudden. And upon knowing Yanna's songs in her player, I felt how lonely she had been lately... and that's for four months now.
I did not mind about it for a moment because we were talking about that "Spice Girl" who was going to catch us since we left her Late Ass in the mall. And I was like, "just tell her the directions and let her go by herself." I had been mean that moment because it was hot and my flesh was thirsty for (another flesh--joke!!!) the taste of h2O and Chlorine.
The ride to Bulacan was as smooth as a baby's bottom; IT WAS FUN and it made me sing some Ayaka song which probably made the driver do the sign of the cross.
And at last we arrived to our destination; Riverside Resort (yeah, we're not that classy---the mere togetherness of us friends already is a hot Boracay Resort!! okay, and, yeah, we're broke!! ). As soon as we got to the cottage, I chat a little to our new friends and invited Yanna to dive ASAP to the pool. As the moon rose up to the darkening sky, we were all eaten by the huge mass of water.
But let me now focus to the main story--I'll skip all our silliness in the resort for the moment (we broke almost all of the RULES and still managed to STAY IN THE RESORT). That evening, while everyone was swimming in alcohol (yup, some damned alcohol down our stomachs), we listened to Yanna's player once more. And as I've mentioned a while ago, most songs were depressing. Suddenly, when I got up, we had some chance to talk about our friend who passed away last December, Millet. Yanna told her story about the last few days of her beloved cousin and shared her bitterness to herself as some mushy music painted the atmosphere.
I just began sobbing that moment and before I was aware of it, I was crying like hell. Millet had been a very good friend of ours. And the last time we were swimming altogether, she was with us. It pained me that all of a sudden, she's not with us anymore. And I had rarely much time to be with her; there were a few times we were together and all those times we had some conversations. We even became close when we dropped to Baywalk once after the Pyro Olympics in Mall of Asia last year.
And at that time, with the help of Babyface, sitting in the cottage, I felt all the bitterness that Yanna felt. I somehow felt how intense her depression was especially that she had been close to Millet for years.
Once again, just last night, with the same music eventually, we, Yanna, Jam and I, started talking about it again. And I couldn't help but weep. It's not that I'm overly emotional. But, you know... It's about loss and despair. And I was, again, under the spell of alcohol (wow--Am I becoming a drunkard?! Not actually... It's occasional). And it's about my friends. I care about all of them so much.
How I just wish now that everything goes back to normal for Yanna. It takes time, and the pain will always be there. But I hope she continues to move on.
Hmmm... I just amused myself in thinking about our loss of someone else that evening; Where's that "Spice Girl"? She didn't make it in the resort.
We found out just yesterday that her phone was snatched after we gave her the directions to the resort. Hey, Spice Girl, HATE LATE??
HAHAHAHAHA!!!