Wiping away the mottle of gunk from my eyes and still shaking my brain out of its drunken stupor, I tried to read the text message that woke me up this morning from Delan. "Read today's edition of Manila Times. It's about your exhibit."
A few minutes after, a few splashes of water on my face and a gargle, I stepped out to buy the paper from Bong, the friendly Chinoy down the street who sells race track results, komiks, old candies, soft porn and the ubiquitous text loads.
"Bosing, nakita ko sa Manila Times paintings mo ah (I saw your paintings on Manila Times)," Bong flashed his coffee-stained smile and disappearing eyes at me as I approached his stand.
"Talaga? Buti ka pa. Ako, di ko pa nakita eh (Really? I haven't seen it yet)," I said.
"Heto oh. Huwag mo na bayaran. Libre ko na sa iyo (No need to pay. It's free.)," he offered as I was about to give him 20 pesos to pay for the paper.
"Pa-load ka ba?" he asked.
"Sige. Singkwenta. Alam mo na numero ko. Mamaya na lang pagbalik ko yung 30 ha? (Yeah. 50 pesos. You know my number. I'll return with the 30 bucks later ha?)," I told him while giving the 20 pesos I had.
When I got my load and about to walk away, Bong called out, "Sikat ka na ah. Huwag mo ako kalimutan (You're famous. Don't forget me.)"
I just smiled.
When I got back to my apartment, I made some coffee, sat down at my desk and read the article. This is what I saw...
... hehehe, sarap ng feeling!
Anyway... I have to remember to pay Bong the 30 pesos I still owe him when I go down later.