My backpack is back on the top shelf of my closet. Some of my foodstuff are happily making their way down my digestive track. So why am I blogging instead of resting in my tent at the campsite of Tirad Pass in Ilocos Sur?
8:00pm. I am on my way home from Katipunan. Getting a cab was easy and traffic was very light.
8:30pm. Jay texts me asking where I am. He is at the Partas station in Pasay waiting for others.
9:00pm. My friend tells me he is about to leave his place to get to my house. I tell friend to wait.
9:30pm. I give friend the go signal to head to my house.
10:00 pm. Friend gets lost getting to my house and blames me for my directions. I tell him to go bug off.
10:05pm. Jay texts me that he and the others are on a bus already.
10:30pm. I am at dining table wondering aloud whether I should go or not. I realize that I only Jay in the group and he’s not even the organizer as he’s a mere tag-along like myself. I rally others to my reasoning.
10:35pm. Vivian tells me that if I don’t want to head to the bus station alone, she’ll accompany me.
10:45pm. I make alternative plans.
11:00pm. I decide not to go.