David, Stolen Car, Juliet

I ambush David in his office. This hole-in-the-wall place with cobblestone streets and a nearby lake. I park right in front of his building.

To get to this place, I caused 3 accidents, lost control of the car's breaks and ran several red lights.

Contrary to the majority's expectations, he's in a good mood and quite happy to see me. He gives me a tour of his office and introduces me to his co-workers. He has to attend to some things so while waiting I browse through the fashion magazines in the lobby. I'm horrified because I'm in every one.

When I ask him about it he says, "You didn't know? Here's one of you when you got married. It's pretty but you look at little pale."

I start to cry. "Who took these pictures? They had no right! This is my life!"

Now he starts to act more like the David I know. He rolls his eyes at me. Calls me immature. Calls me daft. Calles me naive. Calls me childish. Then he says, "Move on Camille. Such is life. Crying will get you nowhere."

I realize what he says is true. Crying is so pointless. So I thank him for all his trouble and go to the car only to find out that it's been stolen.

***

Juliet, no other than that St Pain secretary who made my life miserable for 5 years by screwing up my schedules, has booked me on a plane to Boracay. "Sorry Miss," she apologizes, "pasensya na pero nakalimutan ko na nag-resign na nga pala kayo." Yeah, whatever, like when was she ever sorry for all her screw-ups.

It's chaos on the plane. I can't find my seat. I lose my bag. People keep asking me what I'm doing there and I have to keep repeating, "Well, see, Juliet screwed up one more time..."

It's so beautiful in Boracay and a part of me forgives Juliet for including me in this company junket but when she starts assigning rooms, she gives me this small, shitty, scary-looking room and I don't even get to choose a room mate.

"Juliet! Ano to? Bakit naman ganito yung kwarto ko? Bakit sakin napunta yung pinaka-panget? Wala man lang akong room mate!"

"Miss, pasensya na pero walang gustong maki-share sa inyo. Wala kang mga kaibigan. Iniwan ka na nilang lahat."

"Leche ka Juliet. Tumahimik ka kung hindi sasampalin kita! Ikaw ang walang kaibigan! Bwisit ka sa buhay ko! Bwisit! Dapat matagal na kitang pina-patay!"

I throw some sand in her face and lock myself up in my shitty room and wonder if what she says is true, that I don't have any friends.