Before Sam and I went back to Calapan, we had the
opportunity to meet with Gab (which was a very anticipated event given her always hectic schedule). I remember
wanting to write how I live in a rainbow, walking through lanes of colors one
at a time. Dama de Noche blooms made themselves felt with their omnipresent
scent which since after that night Gab, Sam and I walked to Luneta, followed me
even to the crannies of Baclaran and our good old local cemetery. In the years
I’ve stayed in Malate, not a year did those white flowers bloom (Are they
really dama de noche even? Their petals were white and they grew from such tall
trees!) Manila streets are soaked in these scents at night the dried out spit,
lingering urine ammonia, and the stench of garbage mounds are oppressed. Only
that scent reigns. For that, I love Manila nights.
How I have longed to write but as was, did not get the time
to. I wanted to post in my FB status:
Feeling the way I did
with Kevin Spacey in Tremors <3 <3 <3 upon sighting face-to-face a
James Franco look alike
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