maybe because it pains/saddens me.
for saying goodbye is hard.
but then again, we all get used to spoken and unspoken goodbyes.
we were heading south. still panting as if i had left a dead body or something.
im not used to running away but i have no choice, i have to leave.
and yet my conscience is there, telling me to find a phone
at least finish the task that i left.
barely lunch, i searched for a phone. eh puro card ang meron.
so i went to look for phonecards until we have searched the whole mall.
as i have made a few phone calls. no freight mover is available.
as we were ordering Magoos, i made a slight courage if i could use their phone.
Still no freight mover.
i made a decision.
me: hello? ms. Yna? si Joan to...............
me:wala po ako mahanap eh...............
ms. yna: Sa monday nlng cgro. papasok kba sa monday?..............
There it is. Like why does she need to ask? Was it in the tone of my voice?
me: Hindi na po...
ms. yna: Aabsent ka? or hindi kna papasok?
me: hindi na po... Cge po......thank you. (i put the receiver down)
and that was it. she should get the idea.
and there i was, At ATC, spending my last salary on Pizza and Catwoman.
i dont care. i