Mt. Daguldol
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ANG ITIM KO NA PUTANGINAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!! Ang pangit ko na amfota! Sob. (As if I was pretty in the first place.XP) Hiking Mt. Daguldol (the name, mehn, the name! Daguldooooool! Sounds like a window-rattling monster movie, issinnit.XD) is like shooting two birds with one bubblegum—we shore-trekked the jagged-rocked beach teeming with pretty pebbles and white coral skeletons and lined with glamorous spas and hotels, and then climbed the steep mountain itself.
Booooooooooks. Lesbian Chatterbox was all hyperventilating and maundering she bought me a book from, err, Booksale, for a niggling amount of FIVE FUCKING PESOS—Marian Michener’s Dreaming Under A Ton Of Lizards. She was all leapfrogging around me pointing at the back cover of the book shrieking for everybody to hear, “Look! Dreaming Under A Ton Of Lizards is an illuminating novel about addiction and recovery, lesbian love and longing, camaraderie and courage…” emphasizing on LESBIAN LOVE and LONGING as if it was the quintessential genotype summarizing all the lesbian-generated hormones in my body. At five pesos the book was practically free, hence the content itself must be verging on the worthless. I skimmed through the back cover and cracked open a page and weighed its vapidity as complete palpable rubbish but nonetheless pretended to be dazzled with it saying, “OMFG! You shouldn’t have! I love it! I really do! Thank you so much!” I gave her a fake tight hug and a fake wet kiss on the cheek.
Then Angel lent me a peculiar book written from the viewpoint of an autistic fifteen-year-old boy, Mark Haddon’s The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time, while Ninja Girl let me borrow her Bob Ong’s MacArthur. Apparently I have fifteen unread books at the moment stacked by my bed’s headboard (which I fancy shall crash over me and kill me painless in my sleep) all of which I’m planning to read by, err, when? Sembreak, which is like, a month and a half from now. Ukk.
As I was saying. Daguldol. There was the band and the beach. We pitched our tents by the shore, drank alcohol, and played the guitar, the maracas, the beatbox, as we sang like demented chimps high on nitrous oxide. Stargazed, played chess with Angel (I won!XD), trekked back to La Luz Hotel in the middle of the night and scoured the ghostly town for booze, found nothing, so spent the rest of the night sober until the next morning when we sozzled on alcohol again then I was dragged to the middle of the sea by a drunken lesbian who did sordid things at me and I passed out on the shore, got sunburnt fucking roasted brown blah blah blah blah.XP
Didn’t enjoy the mountain much. First day we hiked halfway and went back because it was too dark to enjoy the summit anyway, dangerous besides due to its megasteep acclivity. So half the group climbed the next morning without me. Because I was knocked dead in my tent and no amount of whacking could wake me up.
