It’s been raining EVERYDAY here in Manila. I’m starting to hate it. I’ve cancelled so many plans because of the intermittent heavy downpour. Because of that I’ve been in bed most of the time… and because of that I remembered how many GREAT MOMENTS of my life happened under the rain.
Back when I was in Phuket. I met a couple of English lads at the New Moon Party and we decided to hangout at the beach. We pitched a tent made of stolen resort umbrellas. We smoked and we got drunk. I thought it couldn’t be any better. UNTIL IT RAINED!
There was this time I was in the train in Singapore. I was on my way to the airport to fetch my French friends. In the station, there was this tall guy. He was fidgety. He dropped his bag beside me and kept pacing on the side. It was a little awkward as we kept on glancing at each other. When we got into the train, I sat on the opposite side, and then he followed and sat in front of me. The glancing continued until he shifted and lied down on the seats. I took a stolen photo of him. Seconds later, he got up and introduced himself. Because of him, I’ll be going to Japan soon.
One day I was utterly depressed because I missed this person badly. It was my birthday and he was the only one I wanted to share it with. It was getting late and I decided to call it a day. He’s not coming. I hopped on the last bus home. I was crying in my seat. It was raining. Then my phone rang. It was him. He said he just arrived and he’s at the cafe. I shouted, “STOP THE BUS!!!” Then I jumped out and ran through the rain.