I don't have a chronicle for december of last year, what was I thinking then?
Last saturday night I drank over at ariel’s place and the weather wasn't so good that night. When I got there ariel had a bottle of rum, two bottles of lime soda and two bottles of beer and without any sense of recipe we poured everything into a jug and took turns in taking shots from the cocktail of our ingenuity. Ariel also has this drinking courtesy of asking anybody from his neighborhood to have a shot with him if they pass by his place, but nobody passed by to chance the cocktail because it was raining cats and dogs and rabbits, and they'd probably choke and yell what the hell it was made of. We drank at his doorstep and both of us were staring at the rain taking on the road in front of us and I’m sure the rain did get ariel depressed too, we just drank and we barely talked about anything, the rain crashing down was noise enough for us to hear each other talking anyway. Ariel was also cleaning up trash messages on his mobile phone too, its those messages people send you that always have the word god, telling you how he gives a crap about you and stuff, like its no different from saying good morning or have a nice day or something, but I do appreciate other people’s thought of sending me those messages anyway. And every once in a while he smoked and then he tossed his cigarette butt out into the middle of the pavement under the rain in one place, as if there was this spot on the pavement with a illusionary circle where he felt he was getting points for every cigarette butt he tossed inside that spot.
Tuesday night my parents had me attend to this social dinner event because they were in manila and because the couple who threw the dinner were some business associates of ours. They’re a rather amusing couple, they’re chinese mainlanders and they’ve been here in my country for around five years and like most gooks from the mainland, their names are always made up of three or two syllable words that would sound like some onomatopeia or sounds made by two brass objects hitting each other, all put together in conjunction to be their name. So to put a more western touch to it, gook mainlanders adopt a western name by themselves for people to call them joe rather than ding dong chow or something. I remembered when my grandfather’s brother, my granduncle was the first to decide on a western name, he chose winston because it was post ww2 and churchill was the man that time, and luckily he didn’t convince his other three brothers to be roosevelt, stalin and hitler.
Anyway, this gook couple who threw the grand dinner, the wife whom I was acquainted doing business with for quite some time went by the name letty which she thought of herself, but when I read through her invitation, I was surprised to see the name marie as the host, letty then told me she just got tired of being called letty and decided to be marie thereon. sometimes i doubt how many names he had before this one.
I attended the dinner tuesday night, there was about twenty full tables and hell yes I didn’t like the social crowd around me, I sat with some local gooks and I couldn’t eat anything with them, I felt full by just staring at the food and hear them talk, and it was mutual phoniness at its best, they would talk about some baby across the table in the room and talk how cute she is and say that she got her grandmother’s looks, and I think she does look like her grandmother alright. And they would also talk about another couple in the room and say how adorable they both looked together, though I think they looked more like little miss muffet with a six foot frankenstein.
Max owned the place where the dinner was held and on my way out I saw him sitting on one of the tables checking out the waiters or something. We had a little chat and I told him about this sistilio professor from california I met weeks ago who was after fidel castro shirts (last post –lib). He then told me “sistilio testa” and that he also met the guy in their hotel and what he was wearing was worse than having latin american rebels, he was wearing a shirt with the letters NPA in it, which those three letters being arranged in that order is the name of a communist rebelion front in this country hiding in the mountains. For a minute I thought he had ideals, now I think he's just plain nuts.
