We
were walking around in a cold place, Baguio or Tagaytay I am not so sure. There
were houses that looked like they were built in the early nineties. Most of
them are unoccupied small bungalows. It serves as a rest house for guest maybe.
As we were walking, we saw a good friend inside one of the houses seemed to be
writing something on his laptop at a table across the big window. He let us in
and I was a bit confused upon entering. The house seemed and feels very
familiar. There were white paperboards covering a wall and big iron shelves at
the middle of the small unit. It is a weird set up for a rest house and looks
more like an abandoned warehouse instead. We were talking for we haven’t seen
each other the longest when we were suddenly interrupted by someone. I looked
at her lips, her jaw line, he face. I was star struck. There was as if a light
shining down upon me when I realized who she was. It was the first pinay beauty
queen. She was so pretty. I was all over the place complimenting her. She was
like an apparition. She never talked but she kept smiling. She seemed to enjoy
and absorb all the compliments I shower her. I decided to stop praising and
turn away politely. When I turned to my friends and talked with them more
famous actors and actresses, singers and performers came in the room. It’s as
if it was their dressing room and they just came in from a show. I am not
normally star strucked with TV personalities and I won’t, definitely, talk to
them and praise them like goddesses. I thought, in the real world, they get
that all the time and adding up would only nurture their star complex that
might build arrogance. So it’s enough for me that I’d be one of those who reject
to praise them, but not hate them.
After
realizing that more and more people are coming in the room, I invited my
friends to eat out. They were just finishing something and agreed to go with
me. Before leaving, I saw a group of dancers pealing the paper board covering
the wall. I personally knew who the dancer was and I somehow knew what lies
behind the paperboard on the wall. It was sheets of papers where there are
writings on it. It was as if a notebook was torn into pages and individually glued
to the wall. I didn’t bother though and went out of the house full of local
stars taking a rest after their performances.
There
were few people in the street when we went out - only locals, actually. It was
starting to get dark and I was walking up the hill behind everyone else trying
to feel the cool breeze. It feels good. From all the houses around, I somewhat
got lost where they went into; but I felt confident I can find them. So a few
more steps and I was sure that the next house up the hill was the restaurant
they got into. I was right. They were there taking their orders.
Upon
entering the small canteen, I suddenly felt good. It was warm. I felt welcomed.
I was starved and they said they have ordered so much food so we can really
enjoy a fiesta. The grilled chicken was being served as I sit down my chair. An
officemate was a bit annoyed while her food was being served. She said the guy
is hitting up on her despite knowing that she's already married. Her face was irritated
like a child but I can see she stopped and think deeply. It’s as if she
realized she regret deciding to marry so early. But instead of blurting that
comment out, I decided to keep quiet. I was hungry. I suddenly turned and
looked at my phone. I slept 3 hours already. It’s time to force myself up to
write my articles for work. It was a good dream.
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