Sunshine.
Because it's what I'm seeing right now.
Yen is staying in a room just two floors above Dumaguete's ABS-CBN station.
I'm staying right across, Coco Grande Hotel.
Second time around here is highlighted by a raspy throat and stories from Cebu. Yen says "Bale, ikaw ang tibuok Cebu nako ron."
Right.
I'm carrying expletives and dragging Yen down with complaints on straight 20-hours of work and endless updates on how our friends are.
And yes, also on how great jerks men can really be.
It's surprising how I did not find myself talking about my usual about-family-rants last night.
I brought for her David Hare's The Hours screenplay and some printed materials of Sylvia Plath's poems in alphabetized order.
There is a blue bottle that says "erg, Vodka Mix with Guarana," whatever that means.
I'm looking at it right now and convincing myself that when I finish its last drop, I will be transported to a time and place where I am just on vacation catching up with a long-lost friend.
I am not with colleagues and I will ride Dumageute's scooters in my short shorts and black top.
Oh, and one more thing. I am bringing with me a still camera and I am taking pictures.
2 comments:
suya-a gud.. have u been there last weekend? chai once drop the word that u went to Dumaguete. i wonder how's yen.. i bet she've been thru alot and surely those experiences that she went thru will pave her to become one of the great media personnel in our "upcomming" time.. (in whisper: so as you Ver.. =) giggles)
i got sick because of that trip.
ubo. sip-on. sakit sa ulo.
plusa wala pajud ko kalakaw with yen. by 3pm sa sunday, i had travel back to cebu.
mura mig mga batang gagmay na gi-kawatan sa kauban.
yes, nihilak mi na murag mga bata.
mubalik ko.
i swear mubalik ko didto na way labot trabaho.
mubalik ko with
russ
chai
liyo
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