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purplesurveys · 5 years

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Hey there. So do you have a favorite M&M? No. And I actually don’t like M&Ms to begin with.

Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? Yes, but maybe not now because I’m really sick.

Is it easy to make you cry? Very. I cried last night watching my 13 year old cousin in her music recital and we don’t even talk to each other.

What do you think people really think about you? Probably that I’m weird and have the tendency to be aloof.

What was the last song you listened to? The last song I heard on the radio before my mom switched the car off was Cher Lloyd’s Want U Back. Brings ya right back to 2011.

Do you hear anything right now? What? Other than my electric fan and me pressing buttons on my keyboard, nope.

Have you ever shot a gun? I haven’t.

What's your favorite store? For clothes, H&M. For books, Fully Booked. Idk, there’s a whole roster of kinds of stores so you have to be more specific.

Do you believe in love? Sure.

What flavor do you like the best? It depends on what I’m having, if it’s ice cream, biscuits, coffee, etc.

What about scent? There are a lot of pleasant scents out there. I like the smell of a bakery, a new car, a hotel lobby, my girlfriend’s perfume...being specific is key lol.

What is the first feature you notice on people? Generally, their face. Sometimes, it’ll be how they talk/the vernacular they use.

How many times have you gone to the bathroom today? Once, to take a shower.

What's your favorite part about Thanksgiving?

When was the last time you cried? Why? Like I said, I was watching my younger cousin in her music recital last night and I cried when we saw her for the first time. Seeing people do what they love and looking very content about it will always turn me into mush.

What's your natural hair color? Black.

Who's your favorite football team?

Do you have any tattoos? Want any? I don’t and I also don’t. I did use to want tattoos all over my body when I was still an edgy, punk teen lmao then I got older and faced the fact that I’m a big baby when it comes to needles, so I backed out of that tattoo dream immediately.

Name one bad habit you have. I always procrastinate getting ready. I do everything at the last minute then get upset when I realize I’m late hahahahahahahaha.

Where was your Myspace default picture taken?

How many best friends do you have? Two.

What was the last thing you bought? I had a chicken fillet burger from a place called Fat Daddy’s at the mall last Friday.

What kind of car is your favorite? Mini Cooper models are my favorite. I don’t want anything big, but I do want my car to look elegant.

What are you wearing? A brown tank and white shorts because I’m just staying home.

Have you ever snuck out? I don’t think I’ve ever done this. My mom’s a witch and finds out everything lol.

Where were you born? Sampaloc, Manila.

Do you like your house? I’m satisfied with it.

When did your most embarrassing moment occur? I don’t think anything’s been bad enough to bag the title most embarrassing, thankfully. I can think of an instance in junior year in high school though.

When was the last time you threw up? Around two months ago, I think.

What's one movie you really want to see? TOY STORY 4!!!

What's the last movie you did see? Split. It was interesting, but I didn’t really buy the end.

Who'd you watch it with? My sister and her boyfriend were watching it in the living room the other day and Gab and I joined them in the middle of the movie haha.

Have you ever searched your name on Google? I’ve searched my username, but not my actual name. I feel like only embarrassing stuff will come up.

Who was the last person to comment you? My aunt. I shared a Facebook post that was shitting on beer, and she commented on it basically agreeing with me.

How often do you text? All the time. I prefer texting than being online because it’s more instant.

What's something you want right now? I want pizza and I want this slight fever to go away.

What's one word/phrase you say way too often? Anything with the word ‘like,’ really.

Are you single? Nope.

Angelina Jolie or Jennifer Aniston? I reeeally love Jen for her work on Friends, but I resonate with Angelina more :c She’s more vocal, supports a lot of causes, has broken glass ceilings, and I find her to be very brave.

Do you prefer pens or pencils? Pens.

Know anyone pregnant? Right now, no.

When was the last time you sung out loud? Last Friday. I was driving in the car with Gab and she was playing some Quality Bops.

Who knows you best? Angela. Gabie’s a tad forgetful to know me the most.

Are you forgiving? Nope.

What's your favorite band? PARAMORE

What's your favorite sport? To watch? Wrestling. To play, table tennis.

When was the last time you bought a CD? Haha oh god. 2013, I think. I was still able to buy Paramore’s and Beyonce’s self-titled albums that year.

What was the last book you read? It’s a book on establishing a business in the Chinese market, given to me by my internship supervisor. She told me I’m supposed to have finished it by the end of my stint. I guess she lent it to me because we have a Chinese client, but tbh the book gets way too technical when it comes to opening a business and doesn’t really have anything to do with the nature of our PR work. Still an intriguing read, though.

Are you going to be watching anything on TV tonight? Nah I’m probably gonna be snoozing a lot tonight.

Do you use smilies a lot? Only towards people that I’m friendly towards but I’m not necessarily close to.

Which holiday is your favorite? Halloween, if it counts.

Where are your parents right now? My mom just went upstairs to her room and my dad is at work.

When did you go to sleep last night? 1 AM. The recital last night ended late + my aunt still wanted to treat us to dinner after (it was already 10:30 at that point), so my night ended super late.

How is your life right now? It sucks. I feel inferior in all aspects. I’m lonely and tired and sick and I wanna spend the whole day sleeping, but in all honesty I’m so attached to surveys that I also really just wanna take a couple ones today before passing out for the rest of the day.

Name the one thing you're most thankful for. My friends.

Do you believe in karma? Sure, it’s a comforting thought.

What's your zodiac sign? Taurus.

Have you ever broken the law? What'd you do? Pirated movies on the Internet lmaaaaaaao.

Can you speak more than one language? Yes.

Last, if you could have any superpower, which one would it be? Time travel.

#survey #surveys

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isfj0022 · 5 years

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As we grow up, we realize it becomes less important to have a ton of friends, and more important to have real ones. #friendsforkeeps (at Hotel Jen Manila) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bs8Vcmrgkbn/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=18u9604n49ts1

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wheresrr · 6 years

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Philippine Tapestry #Philippines #philippinemade #PinoyDesigner #reneesalud #filipinodesigner #PinoyPride #FilipinoPride #ProudlyPinoy #proudlyfilipino #textile #filipino #pinoy #fashion #fashionshow #model #models #runway #clothes #clothing #gown #gowns #skirt #skirts #blouse #blouses #pants #slacks #trousers #polo #shirt #shirts #formal #casual #business (at Hotel Jen Manila)

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basolbes · 6 years

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Tired but thankful 🙂 #staypositive (at Hotel Jen Manila)

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hutchhitched · 7 years

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The Vintage Joshifer Series: End of Love—Chapter 16

End of Love by hutchhitched

Author’s note: My sincere apologies for the wait between this chapter and the last. It’s been a very busy semester, and the aftereffects of Hurricane Harvey have been rearing their ugly heads. The rest of the story is complete, so there should not be a wait for the future chapters. The world keeps beating up our hero and heroine, but they find continued comfort in each other. Thank you to each of you who have read, reblogged, hearted, and supported this story. You are all rock stars.

Historical events in this chapter include the following:

Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. was assassinated by a white supremacist on Thursday, April 4, 1968, at approximately 6:00 pm at the Lorraine Motel in Memphis, Tennessee, which is the current location of the National Civil Rights Museum. He was 39 when he died. He was in Memphis working on a campaign to end unequal pay for African-American sanitation workers. On the night before his death, he delivered his final sermon, which is commonly called the Mountaintop Speech. The subject was of a future utopia he didn’t believe he would live to see. As a result, many believe he predicted his own death.

The original Planet of the Apes released on March 27, 1968. It was a commercial blockbuster and inspired a series of franchise films for decades after its release.

Chicago, Illinois, April 1968

“Tell me there’s coffee.”

Josh turned over his shoulder and grinned. “Good morning, sleepy head. You’re going to be late to work if you don’t get a move on.”

“Mmmm,” Jen mumbled as she took the mug of coffee he extended to her. She couldn’t stop staring at his broad, muscled back and the cut of his hips above his cotton boxers. “I could be late if you wanted to distract me.”

“Tempting, tempting,” he murmured and pulled her into a side hug before kissing her on the cheek. “Wish I could, honey. I have an early meeting and need to get out of here pretty soon.”

“Fine,” she grumbled and took a sip of her drink. “If you want to go save the world instead of having sex with your…whatever I am, then go ahead.”

His eyes flashed, and he retorted, “What I’d rather do is not get shipped off to fucking ’Nam and get killed, so if I have to go to work at Big Brothers to do it, I’m gonna go every god damned day, Jen. Jackson’s already over there. Do you want me to die?”

She gripped her coffee mug and stared at him with wide eyes. She’d meant her words as a joke, but she realized now he hadn’t taken them that way at all.

“No, I don’t want you to die, Josh,” she whispered in a trembling rasp.

He turned his back and pressed his palms flat on the countertop. “I’m sorry. I had a nightmare last night about it. I’m a little on edge.”

She crossed to him, set her mug on the table, and wrapped her arms around his waist. She pressed her cheek to his back and then kissed him in the dip of his spine right between his shoulder blades. “Jackson’s going to be okay, and so are you. So is Andre if his draft number gets called. We both need to go to work, but when I get home tonight, be ready.”

“For what?” he asked, a tinge of humor lacing his words.

“Good stuff. That’s all I’ll say. Go get ready. Besides, it’s Thursday. The week’s almost over. Maybe we could go see that movie you want to see. Monkeys or something?” She quirked her eyebrow at him.

“Planet of the Apes. I’m free tomorrow night. It’s a da— Uh, yeah, we could go.”

She swallowed her frustration at his refusal to admit going to the movies together was a date and gave him a kiss on the cheek. She chugged the rest of her coffee as quickly as she could down the hot liquid and returned to her bedroom to get ready for work.

“This war has to end,” she grumbled as she slipped from her building and hailed a cab. She didn’t have the patience to brave the bus system in her frame of mind.

The past few months had flown by, and Jen was grateful every day for Josh coming back into her life. The day after the Tet Offensive, once they’d satisfied themselves physically after their time apart, Josh insisted they discuss what had happened back in California. The conversation stalled after a few minutes since she was unwilling to admit anything beyond what she already had. She’d slipped from his bed because the depth of feeling and pleasure he’d stoked in her that night had terrified her. Josh was too passionate and too intent on social change to commit to a full-fledged relationship. That hadn’t changed over the past two years, and she cared about him too much to admit how she felt when she knew he’d not respond in kind—even though she was convinced his feelings for her were every bit as intense.

She hadn’t asked him how many women he’d been with during the time they were apart. She knew there were some and forced herself not to care. She’d enjoyed herself during her senior year in college too, but no one else had driven her as far over the peak as Josh had. She craved him, but she also recognized the need to focus on and develop her career. Married women didn’t last long in the field of journalism, so that wasn’t something she could entertain at this point anyway. As the cab pulled up to the Tribune building, she shook her head to clear it. She needed all her faculties today if she was going to deal with her misogynistic pig of an editor.

Jack waved at her as she entered the office, and she stopped by his desk to check in. He greeted her with his gruff smile and informed her, “Headlines of the day: the president’s in Hawaii trying to make peace with the Vietnamese. Everyone’s a flutter about the Mountaintop speech King gave last night. We’re working every angle—civil rights leaders, everyone who was part of the Chicago Freedom Movement two years ago, people who might have run into him on the street once.”

She snorted with laughter at his droll commentary. “Thanks for the update. I thought I was going to get here early today, but I should have known you’d beat me into the office.”

He studied her thoughtfully for a few minutes before asking, “Have you ever thought about television reporting?”

“Are you trying to get rid of me, old man?” she teased. Jack was one of the few people in the office she really liked. He was talented and conscientious, and she’d learned a lot from him in the ten months she’d been at the paper.

“Never. I just think you could be happier than you are here with Mr. Murrow leering at your legs. Just keep it in mind in case you want to get out of here. Or in case he ever becomes completely unbearable. I’m lucky. He doesn’t like my legs.”

“Thanks, Jack. I really appreciate it,” Jen said with a soft smile and chuckle. She crossed to her desk and picked up the manila folder with her day’s assignment. She heaved a deep sigh and got to work.

The day flew by as she worked on a follow up article to the day’s front page news about President Johnson in Honolulu and his attempts to bring the situation in Vietnam to a peaceful conclusion. As she typed her story, she forced herself to remain calm. Thoughts of Josh being drafted and shipping out scared her enough that her hands shook as she typed. She tried to ignore the list of names that came down the wire every day and prayed every time she perused it until she made sure Jackson’s name wasn’t on it.

“Jennifer, where’s your story? Your deadline was ten minutes ago.”

Shaking from a work-induced haze, she glanced at her watch and gasped when she realized it was almost 6:00 in the evening. Her brief lunch break had been almost over six hours ago.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Murrow! I didn’t realize how late it was.” She glanced at his stern expression, but he seemed appeased when he handed her the sheet from her typewriter. “Here’s what I have. I think it’ll work without any editing. Because of the deadline, I mean.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” her editor barked. Glancing over her words, he nodded and waved a copy editor over to make the necessary corrections.

Jen swallowed a scowl and straightened the papers on her desk. She was just about to gather her belongings and head out the door when another reporter shrieked from the corner of the room. “What’s happening now?” she grumbled and shut her purse back in her drawer. The television screen showed a crowd of people milling outside what looked to be a hotel.

Her editor bellowed across the newsroom, “Everybody to their desks. We’re going to have to work up a different front page in the next few hours. Call home if you need to, but I need everyone ready to go in five minutes.”

“What’s happening? Jack, what’s happening?” she begged desperately as he rushed by her.

He whipped around to face her, his eyes wild, and explained in a dazed voice, “Dr. King’s been shot.”

Ice flooded her veins, and she shook her head in disbelief. “But he just gave a speech last night! He was in Memphis working with the sanitation workers! How could they shoot him? He’s got to be all right! He’s got to be!”

As she sank into her chair, it quickly became apparent that the civil rights leader was not okay. The wire pumped out report after report from Memphis. None of them seemed to have any answers or a report of his condition for almost an hour. Just as she felt as if she must surely be experiencing a terrible dream, the news broke that the assassination attempt had worked. Dr. King was dead.

Jen sat stunned, unable to move until a fellow reporter barked at her to pass him a folder she’d been holding listlessly. She closed it carefully and extended it toward him. When he took it, she sprinted from her desk to the nearest bathroom and vomited into the toilet until her stomach ached. Gasping for air, she rose from the concrete floor and splashed water on her face in the sink. She gulped handfuls of liquid in a futile attempt to dispel the foul taste. After several minutes, she stumbled back to her desk and waited for further instructions.

“Lawrence!” Mr. Murrow barked from his office. “You can go, sweet cheeks. Be here early tomorrow. It’s going to be a huge day. I need my best tits and ass on the beat.”

Jen resisted the urge to flip him the finger. Instead, she calmly gathered her belongings and bolted for her apartment.

“Josh?” she called as soon as she stepped through the door. “Josh, where are you?” Frantic, she threw down her purse and jacket and entered the small living room. The overhead fixture was off, and the lamps remained dark. He sat on the couch, facing the television. Flashes of light streaked across his face from the images on the screen. The volume was turned down so low, she could barely hear it as she stood next to it.

“Josh?” she asked softly.

He raised his red-rimmed eyes to her, and her heart broke at the pain reflected in them. Tear tracks stained his cheeks, and she took a step toward him. He didn’t move or speak as she crossed the room and sat next to him on the couch. When she reached over to grab his hand, she was shocked to find it was ice cold.

“He’s gone,” he mumbled, and she nodded.

“I know. I’m so sorry, hon.”

He crumpled then, bending over onto himself and releasing a howling scream that echoed through her bones. He pounded his hands against his knees and unleashed a stream of profanity. She sat helpless, terrified of his reaction, and unsure how to help.

“They fucking murdered him, Jen. They shot him down like a dog.”

Tears streamed down her cheeks, her heart breaking for him and all those who felt a connection to King and the work he’d done during his lifetime. She knew Josh was horrified by the act every bit as much as he worried about Jackson’s reaction once he heard the news. She knew Josh would insist that he spend time with Jackson’s family as soon as he could. Most of all, she feared that King’s assassination would be the catalyst for him to leave Chicago and become more heavily involved in the protest movement. He’d been semi-idle for months, and she wasn’t sure their relationship—whatever it was—would be enough to keep him from rejoining his friends as they fought to change the system.

After several minutes of bellowed rage, he finally turned to her and crushed her to him. He sobbed into her neck as she held his quaking body firmly in her arms. His mouth sought hers desperately, and before she knew what was happening, he pressed her backward onto the cushions and was grinding hard against her. He grunted as he thrust his hips, and she shimmied her skirt upwards to free her legs. He broke from her briefly to fumble with the button on his jeans while she pulled off her panties, but his mouth returned to hers almost immediately.

“I fucking need you,” he gasped as his fingers slipped into her folds, and she arched her back at the contact.

“Whatever you need. I’m here,” she panted. She squealed her surprise when he flipped her over and pulled her hips up to rest above her bent knees before nudging in between her legs. Without warning, he slammed into her, and she cried out as he filled her.

“Jennifer,” he groaned into the darkened room. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

She braced her hands on the arm of the couch and reared back against him. As his hips slapped against her bare ass, she yelped his name as he stretched her. Her cries grew louder and more erratic as his pace increased. Within seconds, he bucked against her frantically, practically lifting her off her knees as he fucked her from behind.

“Josh! Josh, slow down! I can’t—” She broke off as he pounded her and bit her lower lip before releasing a prolonged wail. What he was doing to her was painful, but it also felt amazing to bear the brunt of such frantic passion. She knew he needed her, even if he was lost within himself.

Josh cursed as he drove into her, practically incoherent as he released his frustrations. He smacked her bare right cheek twice as he neared his climax and grunted her name repeatedly. When he began to chant a warning of his impending climax, Jen braced herself on one forearm and reached down to rub her clit furiously.

“Holy fucking hell,” she howled as her walls pulsed. Josh cried out his release and poured into her as she expelled a gush of fluid. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back against his chest as he stroked her several more times. Their skin dripped with sweat as they collapsed in a ruined heap on the brown plaid sofa.

His body shook behind her, and her heart broke when she realized he was still sobbing. She pulled from him gently and grimaced as he slid out of her and a gush of his ejaculate streamed down her inner thigh. She swiped at the mess with her discarded panties, but it didn’t help. Instead, she turned her attention to the broken man she desperately wanted to help feel better.

Jen tried to kiss him, but he pulled away from her. Stung, she slapped at his chest and struggled to disentangle herself from him. When she finally freed herself, she ran to the bathroom where she caught a glimpse of her image in the bathroom mirror.

Startled, she studied her tear streaked face and the mascara that had bled to black half-moons under each eye. Her lipstick was smeared across her left cheek, and her hair stuck up in several directions. She looked like she’d just been bedded by a paying customer, and a rush of shame flooded her. Josh had never been so rough with her, and it scared her that she liked it as much as every other time they’d been intimate in more gentle ways.

After cleaning Josh’s semen from her legs, she swallowed her pill and sent up a silent prayer of thanks for reliable birth control. Josh had made no secret of his belief in free love, so condoms weren’t something she wanted to push. She simply prayed that he’d been careful during the time they’d been apart.

When she’d finally regained her composure, she returned to the living room to see Josh sitting lifeless on the couch, his fly still unzipped, and his flaccid dick hanging loosely out of his pants. His eyes were vacant as he lifted them to hers. He blinked slowly several times before rising and stumbling to her bedroom. Once there, he stripped and fell into her bed. He curled his body into the fetal position until she slid in next to him. She kissed his bare skin until he unwound enough to pull her against him.

“Don’t leave me again,” she whispered against his chest as they lay together in the dark. “I know you’re hurting right now and that you feel like you need to make a difference, but don’t go.”

He barked a wry laugh and argued pointedly, “I didn’t walk out on you, Jennifer. If I remember correctly, you snuck out in the middle of the night so I woke up to an empty bed the next morning.”

“You were leaving Berkeley. You weren’t going to be sticking around for more than a few days, and I didn’t think I could stand to say goodbye to you after…”

“After what? After you let me get you off? After I helped you realize Nick was a jerk who didn’t care about whether or not you enjoyed yourself? I tried to find you every day between graduation and the day I left. I wasn’t the one who wanted to say goodbye.”

Wincing at the bitterness in his words, she knew she needed to word her next statement carefully. She couldn’t risk driving him from her when he was hurting so badly. “I know that now, and I’m sorry. My only excuse is the one I’ve told you—that you were already leaving and I didn’t want to beg you to stay. I didn’t want to ask when I knew you felt the call to go. Jackson needed you then, but I need you right now, and I think you need me too. Please stay in Chicago—at least for a little while longer.”

“I can’t promise that, Jen. You know I can’t.” She trailed her fingers over his chest and grinned as his skin twitched under her light touch. His physical reaction to her made her feel much more powerful than she ever had.

“I know, but please stay until you can’t any longer. Don’t choose to go.”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he rolled her over and kissed her deeply. Her mouth opened under his, and she felt the beginnings of another erection poking against her inner thigh. Realizing there wasn’t anything else to be said that could alter the situation, she lost herself in the feel of him.

“More,” she begged as he teased her with just the tip of his shaft.

“I’m sorry if I hurt you,” he murmured into her ear as he sank in another two inches before pulling out. When she moaned her disapproval at his absence, he stroked her deeper. “Forgive me.”

“Forgive me too,” she begged. When he breathed his surrender into her neck, she shuddered and conceded to him and the orgasm he’d stoked inside her.

They came together repeatedly throughout the night, clinging to each other as he woke from nightmares of burning jungles, maimed bodies, and pools of blood. His anguished cries haunted their bed for weeks, and Jen lost track of the number of times she woke with bruises from him thrashing against her in the throes of panicked, restless sleep. The time together was hard, but she kept reminding herself that it was better than being without him again.

For weeks, Jen clung to the hope that her comforting presence would be enough to convince him he shouldn’t leave. Unfortunately, soon enough, it wouldn’t be.

#joshifer #joshiferrecs #joshifersource #fyeah-joshifer #the vintage joshifer series #end of love #1960s #jhutchdirectory

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lifethroughtime · 4 years

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APRIL 2016 - COLLEGE GRADUATION!

tanda ko kakatapos lang namin mag Visita Iglesia nun nung nagtingin ako sa Facebook at pinost na yung mga ggraduate ng April 2016. masaya ako - dahil andun yung pangalan ko sa list at pagkatapos ng apat na taon sa wakas graduate na ako. pero hindi ako lubusan na masaya dahil wala ang pangalan ng Twin ko. sobrang lungkot ko dahil hindi kami magkasabay ggraduate.

on the other side - kumpleto kaming rainbow friends at sabay sabay na ggraduate. kaya nagcelebrate kami - wala lang si Blue kasi busy sya that time. tanda ko nag Laguna ulit kami para mag unwind.

araw ng graduation, sa Hotel Jen Manila na kami nagstay ni ate. siya ang sumama sakin dahil hindi naman makakabyahe ng malayo si papa at mama, kaya thankful rin ako dahil andyan yung ate ko para samahan ako sa PICC.

pinakamasasayang araw para saakin nung time na nalaman ko yung results ng evals hanggang sa graduation day - feeling ko kasi okay lang na magbreak muna ako sa pagaaral kasi deserve ko naman yun. pero syempre, hindi pa tapos ang laban dahil may board exam pa. magsstart ang review ng May 2016 kaya nung mga oras na to - nanunuod lang ako ng movies sa dorm.

#college #education #rainbowfriends #appreciation

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bettythesmellycatnafilipinach · 4 years

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13.3.2020 pátek

Ráno jsem se vzbudila, pobalila věci a odjela na snídani za kterou jsem dala nekřeaťanský prachy a ještě nebyla dobrá, respektive já žádnou chuť necítila.

Potom jsem vyrazila na vyhlášenou pláž, kde jsem se krátce grilovala a zbytek jsem strávila ve stínů u kamenů.

No, a pak jsem opět vyrazila do přístavu, cestu jsem už znala tak to byla brnkačka. Když jsem vstupovala do haly, plná optimismu, jelikož Paz (izraleská kámoška) mi včera potvrdila, že na přepážce balíček mají a na druhý den ho určitě pošlou. Takže plná optimismu vcházím a čamfulíni, co si mě pamatují ze dne předtím, na mě mávají a pak mě uvidí jeden, se kterým jsem to řešila a zbledne. V tu chvíli je optimismus v pr*** a mně se zvedá tepovka. On si myslel, že si to ti moji kamarádi vyzvednou u té přepážky, takže úředníci řekl, ať nic neposílá. Panebože. Nádech výdech. Tak jsem mu znovu zopakovala, že ten balíček potřebuju a že tedy přijdu znovu zítra a budu ho čekat. Tím jsme naši emotivní konverzaci uzavřeli a já jela vytočená zpět. Cestou jsem se stavila na vyhlášený pláži, která byla dost strašná, tam jsem polkla, za asistence dvou koček, oběd a chtěla jsem se mrknout na další vodopád.

Během jízdy se mi s tím skútrem něco nezdálo, jak kdyby měl nějaký uvolněný kolo nebo prostě to bylo divný. Tak zejo, je ze mě starej mororkarskej vlk, tak ještě abych nepoznala nějakou drobnou odchylku. Cestou na vodopád jsem se zastavila pro vodu, a než jaem odjela šla kolem paní a říká: jezisiii vy máte úplně prázdný zadní kolo! No, neříkala jsem to! Drobná odchylka a já to hned poznala. Tyvogy. To kolo bylo jako fakt úplně prazdny:D. Tak mi ho tam pan rovnou nadouknul a já koukala jak tele, co jako teď. A on že mi to akorát vystačí, abych dojela za roh do VULCANIZING shopu. Vsuvka: vulcanizing shop jsou tady všude a já si pořád říkala, co to asi je. Já si myslela něco ze tam prodávaj nějaký sopečný kameny nebo něco😹😹😹. Dobře no, těsně vedle.

Takže jsem zaparčila u pana opraváře, ukázala na kolo a on se jal oprav. Vyndal duši, která byla na cucky. A pak z gumy vytáhl hřebík. Já tam jen nešťastně stála a koukala. On že je nutný koupit duši novou a skočil vedle do krámu. Pak mi kolo nafoukl, já vyplázla prachy a mohla jsem pokračovat.

Bohužel tou dobu více a více prosakovali informace o uzavírání jednotlivých ostrovů a měst, což mě, která měla odlet z Manily, lehce znervózňovalo. Manila pro mě byla už od včerejška pasé, jelikož uzavřeli všechny vnitrostátní lety a pozemní a lodní dopravu do města. A jelikož je manila na ostrově, na kterým já jsem nebyla, byla jsem trochu v háji. Ještě jsem se ale nevzdala a čekala na vyjádření jestli se něco nezmění. Do toho ale začali zavírat další ostrovy a uvalovat na ně karanténu. To už mě teda trochu rozhodilo. Pomalu jsem se smiřovala s tím, že si koupím novou letenku z jiného města, z Cebu, kam druhý den přejedu.

Každopádně z odpočinkového odpoledne nebylo nic, jela jsem zpět na hotel, tyhle katastrofický zprávy rozšířila, protože ostatní měli dost omezené informace. Jelikož jsem byla snad v každý skupině na fb o Filipínách, tak těch informací jsem měla poměrně dost.

Takže jsme tam tak všichni seděli a řešili co. Zašli jsme si na večeři, zase na pálivou dobrotu s mangovým daiqiry a rozhodli se problém řešit jako dospělí lidé. Dali jsme si další daiqiry. Problém se zdál menší a menší a když jsme změnili podnik a v pití pokračovali, tak se zdálo, že skoro žádný problém nemáme. Další podnik v 11 zavíral, ale francouzská holčina, co se k nám na večer přidala, se dala do řeči s místňákama a ty nás pozvali na beach party. Odjeli jsme někam do háje na pláž, cca 6km od našeho hostelu, tam se pustila hudba z telefonu, někdo nám pohotově prodal pivo a já si šla sednout stranou. Měla jsem toho dost. Neměla jsem vlastně na párty tolik náladu. Jen jsem seděla a užívala si šumění moře a dívala se na hvězdy. Pak jsem se zvedla k odchodu a řekla to skotoví, co tam byl taky. Ten řekl, že jde taky dom. Francouzsku jsme nenašli, ale vypadala předtím, že se baví. A tak jsme se vydali z pláže na hlavní cestu, kde jsme plánovali chytit tricikl.

Cesta na hlavní trvala tak 10min. Měla jsem žabky takže se mi šlo bezvadně. Na hlavní žádné tricykly nečekaly, jaké překvapení, tak jsme vyrazili pěšo a že cestou hned nějakej chytnem. 10minut nic. 20 minut nic. Miku mě bolí nohy. Mike: já vím, mě taky. 30minut nic. Micku: to je hrozně daleko. Mike: já vím, bolí mě nohy. (Silnej chlapák s machistickým drinkem na fotce níže😜😹)

Nevím po jak dlouhé době, ale proti nám jel někdo na skútru takže já vystoupila od krajnice a mávla na něj. Vysvětlila jsem mu, kam potřebujem, ukázala na druhýho dospělýho člověka, co čekal u krajnice, a už jsme se na skútr sáčkovali. Řekli byste si, ježíši, 3 dospělí lidé na skútru, jak se tam můžou asi vejít. Hele, kde je vůle, tam je cesta. A tady ta vůle byla i kdybych měla jet na řídítkách. A tak nás pan motocyklista dovezl zbylých několik km do hostelu, kde jsme se rozdělili o poslední zbytek vody a šli spát. A vlastně o problémech s letenkama jsme vůbec nevěděli.

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