DEAR CHOK

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Dear Chok,

You wore your black long sleeved cotton shirt! For all I know, I could have worn my white long sleeved too and both of us could send a strong message that hey-the-crisp-slash-typhoonish-weather-demands-wrap-apparel-thus-long-sleeves... but I didn't. Perhaps, my subconscious told me that that night was solely for Bochok! Yes, I wore orange stripes---courtesy from Giordano tee!

       Thanks for your generosity, your punctuality (I was late for about ten minutes!), your time, your version of Wency Cornejo's Habang may Buhay, and that familiar ditty entitled Amazed; and for constantly reminding me about "your turn to sing"---dang it! my voice quality is similar to that of a scared frog or a crappy zipper of a knock-off Anuschka bag! My singing skills? Poof! But hey, sorry but Swing Out Sister's YOU ON MY MIND? Did you notice that I stood up from that posh couch and sang my heart out. I coughed noisily but what a trouper, right? because that song is my fave, my top, my signature song! Did you notice also that I danced like an umbrella hung on the window grills exposed to January winds and February gusts (a blow of gust!)---well, given that the umbrella is made of light material!

       That one shot espresso from Dunkin truly---I mean, more bitter ( adjective, huh) than bitter gourd! "Grabeeeeee ka-pait!" (very, veeeeeeeery bitter!) but it helped to keep me sane and sound, Chok! I like the paper tumbler of that coffee---for my fold-back clips and or binder clips, loose change, and Post-It, of course!

       I learned something: From Dunkin to home, at 3 in the AM? On taxi, only 90 pesos (based from the new FARE Matrix, Chok!) and ..."Keep the change!" That's what I uttered to the cab driver and I alit from the conveyance, crossed the street while checking the seawall for people, balut vendors, trisikad drivers, and ghosts!