bananarit

sa aming tatlo nila cheryl at romel, ako ang pinakaunang natapos ang bakasyon. pero, ako naman ang pinakahuling magsusulat tungkol dito.

hindi ko alam kung bakit, parang nahihirapan lang akong i-put into words ang mga nangyari nun. at meron din kasing mga bagay na gusto ko lang munang itago sa sarili ko, i-cherish kumbaga. nanamnamin ko muna sa isip ko at saka ko ikukuwento (pero hindi lahat...).

sa aming tatlo, ako din yung hanggang sa araw bago ng takdang pag-alis e wala pa ring kasiguruhang makakasama. pero sabi nga nila, if there's a will, there's water. kaya yun, kasabay ako ni romel nang tumulak sya pa-dumaguete noong may 26 para sa assessment ng mindanaw. may surprise-surprise pa kaming nalalaman, e parang alam na din naman ng mga ijotters na kasama ako, pero syempre, nakumpirma lang nila nung nakita na nga nila ako.

bukod sa mga naisulat na nila mel at che sa mga blogspots nila tungkol sa bakasyon namin (na sinasang-ayunan ko lahat), ang isang nakakatuwa sa bakasyon ko (dahil di pa nga pala bakasyon sila mel at che nung panahong nasa dumaguete), ay ang makita ko ulit ang mga ijotters at ang maging kabahagi sa kakaiba nilang bonding. mapapaisip ka tuloy, pwede talagang mangyari na masaya ka sa trabaho mo, di lang dahil gusto mo yung ginagawa mo, pero dahil gusto mo yung mga kasama mo. at di lang talaga katrabaho ang tingin mo sa kanila, kundi kaibigan.

nang matapos sa dumaguete, bakasyon na din sila mel at che. pero bago pa man ang pormal na simula ng bakasyon nila, e sinulit na namin (madalas kasama din ang ibang ijotters at si yamzee, may panahong kasama din ang mga taga-visayas at NC) ang mga lansangan at ilang lugar ng dumaguete, mapa-boulevard, mapa-tabi ng dagat, mapa-apo island, kahit ang paligid ng silliman farm.

siquijor...ozamis...cagayan de oro...

nakakabighaning mga tanawin...red horse...sariwang hangin (at amoy ng baboy, manok, baka...)...strong ice...good music...san mig light...masarap na kwentuhan...tuba...tunay na pagkakaibigan...

dis is da layp!

sa mga ijotters, salamat sa masasayang alaala na lagi kong bitbit pa-maynila pag galing akong minda...

kay yamzee, na nagbahagi din ng kwento ng buhay nya...foo foo foo foo...tenk u din...you're da man!

kina mel at che...guess what, (you know last night, yo) it was the best!!! ;)

this morning was my first time to enter the GSIS building, the place where the distinguished men and women senators of the Philippines hold office. the couple of times that i have been there, i only stayed outside. i don't think they allow mobilizations inside the building.

misty and i went there to personally deliver letters urging the senators to enact the anti-torture bill into law. our first stop was at the sixth floor where there were the offices of senators pimentel, pangilinan, drilon, and flavier. i didn't expect to speak with the senators or at least with their staff, so i just had the letters received and asked who i should look for when i call to follow up.

ok...four down. then, we went to the fifth floor where the rest of the senators, except loi ejercito (who stays at the second floor for i don't know what reason...isolation?) held office.

there was nothing extraordinary with the task of delivering letters, though there were some bloggable things that happened...

i was inside the office of enrile when suddenly the door opened and a man came in and said, "miss! tabi, tabi!" and pushed me aside (mahina lang naman...pero kahit na 'no!). i later understood why he acted that way when i saw the great senator arriving. a woman who was fully made-up walked ahead of him while two other persons were behind him. it looked like the world stopped for the people inside his office. they all fell silent and while the senator walked towards his room, his staff mumbled muffled greetings. as soon as i lost sight of enrile, the woman who received the letter handed back to me the receiving copy. after i thanked her, i went out right away. whew! glad to have gone out of that office.

just immediately after i came out of the office of bong revilla, i saw him walking towards it. he was in a tightfit white shirt and black slacks (i think). about five people were behind him. if the building did not have centralized airconditioning, i bet there would have been someone fanning him. i was lucky i was already out of his office before he entered, or else i could have been pushed again.

unfortunately, i only got to see two senators (and their delegation) that day. but i got to see how all of their offices looked like.

going into the office of jamby madrigal was like going into a blessed sacrament chapel. there was dim lighting and the smell was different. it was like a mixture of myrrh and frankincense. the door to her office also seemed heavier than the doors of the others. hmm...i wonder why...

when i entered the office of lito lapid, i thought there was an ongoing shooting. there were about twenty people inside, i think. i even saw a man who looked familiar, a stuntman, i guess. i wonder if all those inside are part of his staff. wow!

there were also many people inside ping lacson's office, though nothing can beat the number inside lapid's office. i was expecting to get a different reaction from the secretary when i told him what the letter i was delivering was about. but, he just gave a blank expression all throughout. oh well...

misty and i had a difficult time finding the office of mar roxas. when we finally found it, we were still hesitant to enter. there were lots of gallons of mineral water right outside his office that it looked like a storage room. (baka dadalhin sa araneta center?)

when we have finally delivered all the letters, we went out of the building. i was relieved that i was able to finally send the letters to the senators. but somehow, after having seen their offices, their staff, and two of them, i seemed to have an unsettling feeling inside me, specially when i think that these are the people who make the laws of the land.