THESE ARMS ARE NOT JUST BUILT FOR CARRYING HANDBAGS

“Two semi-punches.”
“A cross between a slap and a punch?”
“Yes, all four knuckles.”
“I didn’t know you have a following as a boxer.”
Flexes biceps.
“He must have been knocked down.”
“Winging it!”
“Poor guy.”
“Poor me! Should have given him 9.”
“9?”
“Because after the 8th, my hands would be dead cramped by then.”
“You scare me.”
“I scare myself. I have no idea I could do that.”
“So did he. Hun, your market value just dipped down –“
showed a stretched arm.
“…like this.”
“Ugh, I should not have lost it. Soo… sooo tacky.”
“Good for you to realize tacky.”
“I thought I was classy compared to that fugly girl he was with.”
“Uh-uh. Classy for you called in sick that night. She was classi-ER.”
“Even if she looked like she could use a little eyeshadow?”
“Who was shrieking more?”
“How could he choose her?”
Automatic. “Nothing’s wrong with you.”
“Of course there is nothing wrong with me. Everything IS wrong with him! Her! Whatever.”
“See? See? You’re shrieking now.”
“I SHRIEK???”
“Um, you were a tad loud.”
“You are my friend – this is the part where you’re supposed to go, Oh, no, you did great.”
“Oh, no, you did great!”
Whacks.
“Hey, you can’t blame me. I told you to sit still.”
“I thought you wanted me to stop stroking the butter knife like its gold.”
“He already knows he’s a prick after the first blow. A knife would end that moment.”
“Yeah, perhaps a bullwhip, a Trojan horse, an icepick.”
“You’re hurt, I know, that’s why I let you go on.”
“No, you love going over the scene lots of times – that’s why.”
“Best drama – action – cum telenovela moment in 2008.”
Giggle.
“…and you’re in the middle of it all.”
“Our friends would applaud.”
“Mom is close to coming here in Cebu and take me back.”
“She’d disown you if you take him back!”
“Is he going to go after me?”
“We should get a restraining order.”
“Right. He still has the keys to my apartment.”
“No, no. A restraining order for YOU.”

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CEBU CITY, TRAVEL

Apr 25, 2008

Kristine Roa

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getting high on a scuba dive

I fear-factored myself when I said yes to Erdman who wanted to go scuba diving last weekend. Erdman, by the way, is one of my favorite persons in the whole world. He is undergoing this phase between determining whether he will be a priest in 5 years or not. So far, that regency has earned him the best job that could bring him thousands of moolah a month (and he doesn’t even have any need for it), trips to God knows where with me and the Breakfast Club and of course, our Fridays spent in church.

No, I didn’t enthrall him with my charms but friendship with Erdman has been one of my highlights of 2008. It pays to have friends who give you good influence.

“I feel bad if we have fun without putting God as the center of our day.” He’d always say that everytime we take him to bars, or places of sin as he calls it.

We did. We prayed all the way to Punta Engaño, Lapu Lapu and we prayed hard before plunging deep into this island.