Sheila keeps on reading these articles about the quake in China and the bank killings in Laguna that one time I had to tell her that she's becoming an alarmist. My friend Andre would say, "if it's your time, it's your time." And I know Ben won't be caught dead in a massacre without looking scrubbed."Even in death, one must always look good", would most definitely be his spoken mantra.
What I would say to these would be "there are more important things for me right now than killings, deaths and massacres", like trying to get a copy of today's edition of Manila Times before it runs out from Bong - the ever-reliable, friendly Chinoy down the street selling dailies and race track results.
"Bosing, alam ko na kung bakit ka nandito. Heto, nakita ko ulit na nakasulat ka dito sa dyaryo oh," said he in his toothy smile paired with his slit eyes when he grins. "Nagtabi na ako ng kopya mo."
I thanked him as he gave me a bit soggy copy of the paper. "Sori ha. Natapunan ng kape," he said. I tried giving him the money for it but he refused saying I should keep my money dry instead.
I slowly leafed through the pages careful not to tear the wet sheets. Then I saw the article in the Lifestyle section. There it was... two of my works and some words thrown in about it.
Call me corny or what, but it still feels good to be written about.
I got a text message from Sheila saying, "We don't have that paper in the office. Buy one and show me later."
Well love... here it is... :-)
Oh. And uhm, Thank You Rome. You rock dude. Hehehe...