I’m back from a five-day field trip at Dumaguete City. Boy, I sure wish that trip never had to end!
When I saw Silliman University (and the cute students like Paolo, one of the student ambassadors who gave us a tour around S.U., and Pius…ehem…especially the high school students), I felt that I’ve been missing out on a lotta things! MSU-IIT seemed so oblivious to me; like it never existed.
I found myself sulking over something — for a life that could’ve been a lot different…better…more exciting. The last time I felt like this was when I cried my heart out for not making it into Integrated Developmental School (hehe…don’t make me go there). Isn’t it rather odd when people always want a little more of something? Yes, I am discontented (you can quote me). From that moment, I felt like the most discontented boy and pedophile alive.
The Silliman Library was just like the one I saw in Beauty and the Beast! It made me want to frolic around while chanting: "Little town, it’s a quiet village. Everyday, like the one before…" (and mind you, I did!).
I was jealous at the students. They have all the cool facilities! The library is one thing, but along with a myriad of other good stuff that aid them with their education??… That’s pretty amazing!
The thing that really shocked me beyond comprehension was the fact that the city had no traffic lights…NONE! Once again, (*deep breath*) amazing…I used to think that traffic lights were the only ones that keep the drivers from arguing. I thought it was a prerequisite, a must-have for a city. But in this case, it gave me an antithesis to that.
The feeling I had during those five days that I spent in that place I’ve only heard about from stories and read about in books seemed so ephemeral and carefree. I never had to worry about anything — not even my first filial generations! I was too preoccuppied with trying to succumb to all the beauty presented right in front of my slightly impaired eyes (I broke my glasses just hours prior to the trip…nice going, mother), I never had room to think about them. Cool! *million-watt Gran, err, I meant grin*
It was a wonderful feeling being rid of all the drama that had me chained down to slumpiness back here in Iligan. In Dumaguete, I felt like a different person (well, not exactly that different but you know what I mean).
Maybe being away from your family is a good thing, after all (it’s true in my case). Sometimes, a family doesn’t exactly play the role of being one. They don’t help you up…they hold and pull you down (unconsciously). They don’t bring out the best in you, they unleash the beast in you. Although, there are times when your family decide to be a family…but who are we kidding? Most people only remember the hurtful things we do; the good ones, buried within the far reaches of their brains.
But I’ve had not-so gleeful experiences during that trip. Like, during our last night there, seven of us sneaked out from the guest house to "conclude" the fun. While doing so, we almost got shot by policemen who were raiding the place for some runaway crook (sshh, don’t tell our professor or else we’d wish we did get shot then!). Maybe sneaking out was a bad idea because misfortunes kept on happening to us.
When two of my friend’s friends (Jothem and…crap! I forgot the name of the other one) took us to a place named "Hayahay" (a spot where students hang out, flirt, drink, listen to live bands, and do other youthful stuff), we were deliberately insulted by their other friend (another Sillimanian who also happens to be an Iliganon like us…hmpf! So much for being regionalistic!)! That Varga (or was it Vargas) guy… Why I oughta!… Just because you look stupid on your desperate-to-be-a-rock-star-hairstyle doesn’t mean we already give you the liberty to smother us with your hey-I’m-a-demi-God-coz-I’m-a-filthy-rich-Sillimanian-from-Iligan blah-blahs! Puhleeeeaase! And when he noticed how taken aback we were (I intentionally let them see my serious-mad face — which I rarely show) he started trying to make it cool with us. So he was there, pathetically trying to reensure and regenerate a friendly atmosphere with us. You should’ve seen his despicable attempts at shaking and clapping our hands — all except maybe mine because I turned my back on him. Worthless, arrogant chum. Die now and leave no trace! (*heaving big sighs*….okay, control, control…find your center Philip..focus, focus)
What is it with some people?? They do something really really awful and yet when they come to their senses that someone is unhappy about what they did, they try to take it back rather obviously and make us want to act like nothing has happened (oops, I think I do this one too…I’m a hypocrite, I know but I’m trying to repress that). They want us to like them, after all! They can’t bear the fact that someone out there is wishing that they were dead (and boy, I wish you were..hahahaha).
It doesn’t work like that. We can’t put on easy-to-paste emotions on to our faces whenever you want us to. You are not even in a position (in fact, there is no position at all) to "force" us into liking you after the appalling things you did. Time heals in a matter of intervals. Just because your parents practically defacate money and other riches doesn’t entitle you to treat us any lesser than how we are supposed to be treated: EQUALLY.
Oh, well…I still wish I could go back to Dumaguete (and hopefully study at S.U.). No rock-star-poser is ever gonna change that desire.
P.S.
Jothem (I dunno if the name is spelled right) and Zap (I think this is the other guy’s name), you guys have been great!
P.P.S.
I left a part of my hair at Dumaguete… I hope they’ll take care of it. Hehehehe… One day, I’m going back to reclaim them… Nyahahaha…
