Definitive Guide to Staging a Coup in Coron Pt. 1

Of course it made me sad. But not enough to make me regret anything.
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Sorry if i haven’t written to you in a while. I was busy, okay, i wasn’t i just didn’t really know what to say. Or maybe i did and i didn’t know whether saying it would be a good idea or not.

I just came back from an awesome trip recently, it’s in a place called Coron, in Northern Palawan a 55 minute propeller plane flight off Manila. I wasn’t very sure that this trip would happen and purchased my tickets just a few days before and my return flight on the same day as my departure at the airport, and even then sitting at the frighteningly unstable seat i didn’t really think i was there. After all i did have plans on doing Palawan on a different time.

A few aisles in front of me was Ron and Monette and beside me is, well, let’s call him, Mad, there was something weird that went on with this trip, particularly with Mad. I feel as if it might not be very smart to talk about it and i do admit i still feel a bit perplexed about what happened but i’ve always trusted you and i know you won’t judge me even if what i did was a hairline short of committing Kony-esque crimes.

It started with a rapid ascent, and i instinctively reached for Mad and shrieked. It was juvenile and embarrassing i know, but i think i couldn’t ever feel safe on a tiny plane after that experience. Maybe i associated the racing beat of my heart from fright to something else. Maybe not. I’m confused and i wish you could’ve talked to me right then and there. I’d be happy to know what you think. The funny thing is, maybe i was imagining it, but Mad held my hand right back.

Upon landing and after getting a van service on to Coron town, i can’t really help but just stare out the tinted windows, you know i do that a lot. This time though, unlike the others my head wasn’t wrapped in the cool serene views of Coron’s countryside, but i don’t know. I guess i knew i didn’t have to think about anything so i practiced the art of non-thinking. Quite weird i know, good thing we had a good soundtrack and our driver had a peculiar penchant for Katy Perry and Nikki Minaj, so for the duration of the drive, i zoned out and thought about “Let’s go to the beach, each, Let’s go get away, They say, what they gonna say”

Have you ever encountered the word “Covet?”, i think i have, for the first time that coveting ever really did matter. I knew that this trip wasn’t for me, but i went ahead with it anyway and i had a lot of fun. You might think it’s crazy of me to feel guilty, and you’re right. I didn’t even think of that when we all went to Maquinit Hot Spring, ditching the other stops like the Souvenir shops and what-nots. I didn’t need to buy a souvenir to make this trip memorable anyway.

I’m losing my train of thoughts now, and i’m sorry if you may not be following my story right, by this time you should be reading about our awesome dinner in the company of topless mermaids. It’s a dinner you’d probably like, if you’d been there, we had good food, nice drinks, awesome dinner topics and well it’s a great way to cap off a first night out on a trip. Ron taught me deeply entrenched Tagalog words very well, wish you could’ve been in on the lesson too.

Everyone wanted an early night. Everyone had work that week, except for me. I’m afflicted with a bad case of Insomnia, and i think you remember that i always blame my sedentary lifestyle for it. I thought that night i’d just while away time watching TV until dawn and i’d be off to our scheduled boat tour, but Mad was there to keep me from getting bored. Please say that was a nice thing to do, because i really thought it was kind of him. I don’t even remember the stuff that we talked about then, and you might think that it doesn’t really matter that much anyway.

The next day was sunny and bright. You like beautiful days like that, with blue skies and a bright sun, perfect for going on an epic island hopping tour. Anyway, i have a confession to make, please don’t laugh. I thought we’d be spending the tour with 5 waifish Chinese looking girls, you know the type, skinny with porcelain skin. I got a bit jealous and wondered whether Mad would try to befriend them and i was pleasantly surprised that instead of them, we got a lone American guy named Richard to share the tour with. Mad didn’t do much to befriend him, but Ron did, and so Richard served as our entertainment fodder for the day.

You’re probably wondering why i call him Mad, even if the answer seems glaringly obvious. It’s because we are surrounded by a lot of people who may not always understand us, who thinks they know us but really don’t. So sometimes if we are lucky, we come across someone who’s just as undefinable, and then you’re pleasantly surprised to find out that he’s just as Mad as you, mad about life, love and everything that you thought ever mattered.

Thank you for listening,
It feels so much better now that i finally told this to you.