I am your common tao. And like all common tao in the working class, holy week is the only concrete time to board that bus and just go, go, go, because even Saturdays are not mine but the friggin' company's.
Last night, we were standing in front of a map of Cebu mounted on a wall in Kukuk's Nest. I didn't want to go to Bantayan because the rest of Cebuano world is there. I just wanted beach, that's it. But my friend Liyo wanted beach and people. Two hours later we had not come up with a decision. Bambi Beltran said she's going to Bantayan because she's acting in a short film they're going to shoot there. They needed someone to play the role of Tsismosa 1, who's going to say: eh kahit naman ampon lang siya, may karapatan pa rin si Auring na ipagtanggol ang bata sa mga kamunduhan ng paring yan. (That one line is my ticket to free lodging and food, mind you, so I ought to squeeze out what Famas-award winning acting I can into my role as Tsismosa one). Liyo offered to translate the script to Bantayanon. I gave up counterflowing.
Fine, I'm going to Bantayan. I am common tao and I'm going where all common tao are headed for, and I'm tired, I need beach NOW, so I'll just go there because it'll take Russ and I another twenty four hours to decide where "somewhere else" is going to be, and I'm going to swim in the beach 20 hours for each day I'm there until I become Negritang Jezebel and have some rich idiot fall in love with my human, hasang-less form.
So let me announce it again: I am going to Bantayan. Tomorrow.
And oh, yeah, I'll see you there. Boring, ain't it?
So, Liyo gives me his go signal just now, and after I jump up and down from the excitement, I ask him, oh, where are we gonna meet tomorrow? What time? 5am? and then he says: I'm going to Danao and catch up with my boyfriend, I'll head for Bantayan from there. See ya!'
What the....
This is suicide, travelling alone to effing Bantayan on peak-season-Holy-Week.
Good luck.
