I am officially a tag along-er.

Meet Ate Maribel, one of the many blood relatives that my mom and dad helped through college. She is one of those ates I grew up with.

Last Friday, I was pulled to join her and her husband to Dubai for the annual get together of :

Though I have nothing against organizations, I was never a part of any cultural, social, geographical or gender-related associations.  In fact, the only organization I became part of was the Ateneo Women’s Football Team. If that is even considered an organization.

It was a nice sunny afternoon and everybody had fun. More than a hundred people enjoyed the games, raffles, presentations and of course the tribal gong-dances.

Where was I amidst this?

I was behind the bushes, sleeping soundly.

I wonder really at what point did I become an extreme anti-social person?

When I woke up, I bullied my ate into leaving the crowd and go goof around away from them. She lived with us when I was in high school and have seen almost all the worst in me…

like how I tend to destroy creations…

or just kiss them if they won’t budge…

or show the world how far apart my legs could go…

or pretend to be exhausted when I find nothing else to annoy.

When I heard the chugging sound of a train, I pulled her and jumped in.

For only 2 Dirhams, Mr. Train took us around the huge Zabeel Park.

After which, I took control of the train. I see scared passengers.

The day ended with an Auld lang Syne.

It was nice to see so many mountain people gathered in one place. But for some weird reason, even if I spied on big legs and big arms just like me, I didn’t seem to fit in. I never did.

To belong will always be a destination.