Cureless

During my less-than-a-week stay in my hometown, I *insert line here*

• Saw my long-lost highschool buddy who’s a vetmed student at UPLB.
• Talked to Pepeng, my friendly neighborhood friend, who worked in Laguna.
• Ate Jap (again) with Shaw-shaw.
• Talked with Harold - my gay gradeschool bestfriend!
• And lastly - chika with Jovita, another childhood friend who’s now retaking her 3rd course at a college in Legazpi.

I was shocked by what that girl revealed to me. Right now, I still don’t know how to put in words exactly how I feel about her situation. She didn’t tell me directly but from what I interpreted about her stories about her friends “sleeping around” or (sorry for the term) “fucking around”, of course, what comes to me is that she does what her friends do. During our conversation, I tried to be mature enough to understand what she told me.

From the conversation I started about Ragnarok (and how I became addicted to it that I used to spend time until 1 a.m. at the internet cafe to play), we arrived at “the things” she witnessed about her friends. (You see, I’m still not very open to talk about it.) And how did it happen? She told me she even stays until 4 a.m. at the caf to access porn materials. She’s not even used to calling porn “porn”. She uses the term “bold” instead. I wondered why could they access them when they don’t have credit cards yet. She told me there’s a private room intended for these activites at the caf. They could watch “live shows” streamed on the internet and record them on cd.

That was the second time that day that I learned about a “private room” at an internet caf. The first one was when I read a newspaper report about these cafes in Cagayan de Oro. I’m still shocked. I couldn’t believe what I heard. In a province like Bicol? A city like Legazpi? How was that possible when even here in Manila, I haven’t heard a single bit about that damned thing?

Then our talk slowly darted to watching porn and doing porn… and drugs. Uff…

I’m sad. I’m distressed about my friend’s situation. But she doesn’t know how I feel. During that time, I showed her maturity, like I’m used to all those talks, to let her know I respect her and her choice. But I don’t want that for her. Her family, obviously, doesn’t know about what she does.

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