But this ain't a CBS TV series.
Its about waking at dawn, catching the 6 am bus to Cubao, just having enough time for a Hokkaido Ramen lunch at Trinoma, unexpectedly meeting Tonette R. in the next table, and catching up on missed birthdays, news about PRRM, and her teaching work in UP in between chopsticks of her spicy ramen bowl and my Japanese combo meal.
Its also about taking the taxi to the DA, rushing to the bathroom, sharing news about you-know-who and offering myself as a guinea pig in behalf of those displaced from the Philippine Delegation, agreeing on the text on loss and damage prepared by lawyer-friends as plates of sotanghon guisado and slices of sweet mango were passed and devoured, then later engaging into a beer drinking contest at Baluarte JTG with Eboy while Onil battled a bottle of Emperador Lights.
That was the prelude to the next day when The Boss woke us at 3 am for the trip to Carranglan, Nueva Ecija where I proved myself worthy of climbing a mountain to find a spring, hung-over and all, and enduring a plate of spaghetti too sweet for comfort before finally taking a bath and changing clothes.
And that was after 48 hours.
Its about waking at dawn, catching the 6 am bus to Cubao, just having enough time for a Hokkaido Ramen lunch at Trinoma, unexpectedly meeting Tonette R. in the next table, and catching up on missed birthdays, news about PRRM, and her teaching work in UP in between chopsticks of her spicy ramen bowl and my Japanese combo meal.
Its also about taking the taxi to the DA, rushing to the bathroom, sharing news about you-know-who and offering myself as a guinea pig in behalf of those displaced from the Philippine Delegation, agreeing on the text on loss and damage prepared by lawyer-friends as plates of sotanghon guisado and slices of sweet mango were passed and devoured, then later engaging into a beer drinking contest at Baluarte JTG with Eboy while Onil battled a bottle of Emperador Lights.
That was the prelude to the next day when The Boss woke us at 3 am for the trip to Carranglan, Nueva Ecija where I proved myself worthy of climbing a mountain to find a spring, hung-over and all, and enduring a plate of spaghetti too sweet for comfort before finally taking a bath and changing clothes.
And that was after 48 hours.
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