You're right. It is all about sex.
-Alex

the sun had already set. we tried various ways to get callos spa quickly (coz i was late!). but none of them worked. the roundabout road of sumulong was the only way to avoid annoyingly heavy traffic that was everywhere else. i was afraid we wouldnt find the place. i didnt know the way. and i didnt even have a proper map. it didnt help that it was dark, and the street we had to take was pitch black. but, thankfully, i made it.
i was expecting to see people in those cocunut bras and grass skirts. too bad nobody took the "beach attire" thing THAT seriously, haha. i was walking down the stairs when someone coming towards me called my name. the face didnt register at first. then i recognized carmen. i laughed and greeted her. she was a batchmate of ours till... first year i think. then she left the school. i remember her as my first friend in assumption antipolo, when i still didnt know a word of tagalog.
i greeted xy and quietly handed her my gift. i hadnt wrapped it so i didnt wanna leave it at the table with all the other presents. it was a bracelet with.. beach stuff charms.. surfboards, palm trees..
its a good thing there was still plently of food left to go around. i sat with mars and alex, sharing a small cozy table for two with them. joked around a bit with evans, kamla and candy as the passed by. later evee and fel called us over to join them at their table. so there we were... eating crepes and cream puffs, fiddling with cellphones and shades (yes, shades, and we couldnt see anything anymore), talking about boys and weird dreams. i dipped my feet into the pool and splashed water on those seated at the edge.
the band that played was pretty good. didnt catch their name though. xy's dad was all over the place, dancing and dirty dancing (ahaha) when he wasnt holding the vidcam. they finally got xy to sing with the komu members. and just as that number ended, i bid my goodbyes.
headed to a familiar house, bearing a cupcakes and a necklace made of crepe paper (you know, the kind that hulahula dancers wear with the grass skirts haha). but that house wasnt mine.