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Navarra never fails to be a home. Almost every morning before going to class or going
to the library, my feet gets a mind of its own and five minutes later, I would find myself
vibrantly greeting Ate Arra with a “Good Morning!” and she would prepare my usual order of
iced Kopiko Brown before I could even reach the wallet in my back pocket. I would then walk up
to a 3-step stairs as I reach my wallet for the twenty pesos I would pay in the counter. After she
have finished putting ice tubes in my cup of coffee, she would then place it in the counter with
my five peso change. I would then walk down the stairs and sit comfortably in a long chair with
a long table on the front and an ashtray placed on top of it, all of them under the green tent.
Today is not a different day. I opened my pack of Marlboro red only to find out that I
have one stick left – a wish stick. As I light my first death stick of the day, I wished for the one I
most desire with my eyes closed before blowing the first whiff which is then followed by sipping
up some coffee to remove the bitter after taste in my mouth. This is what I do every day as I
wait for my friends which I could even call my second family in this community.
The one who usually comes here first is Lin. Lin is a short girl, about 5’4” with a dark skin
complexion that I could compare to a milk chocolate and a short hair just above her shoulders
that moves elegantly in motion with every little move of her head. She, just like me, have the
I first met her here, asking if she could borrow my lighter. “Sure,” as my usual reply to
strangers who needs to light their stick. Awkwardly, she sits across the table, right in front of
me.
“Aren’t you friends with Carl? I see you often here with him after his classes, e,” she
“Yeah. We’re blockmates,” I briefly replied as I try to put out this conversation. I was
never the talker. I hate talking to strangers as I don’t think they’re amounting to something
which means I’m just wasting my time and saliva to an unfruitful conversation. And of course,
“Ah, so you’re from Law too! Nuks, attorney!” she said as she puffs for the third time in
“You’re not a talker, are you?” she asked as if it is not daringly obvious.
“Nah. I don’t know that much about you to conclude you’re boring. You just don’t talk. It
She has won the battle. I never enjoyed conversing with a stranger before that much in
my life. But then again, I guess, for her it was the challenge to make me talk that drove her to
kept asking random questions about my life and sharing a little bit about hers too. Burning up
my lungs for hours and cutting my classes were the best choices I’ve made that day.
My face would be in front of three faces almost every morning – the morning sun’s, Ate
Arra’s, and Lin’s. I never set-up my alarm clock every day since I dearly love my sleep. After a
while though, I developed the habit of waking up with my phone ringing in order to assure that
I would always get to enjoy my cup of coffee and cigarettes every day. My eyes then became
familiar with three faces almost every morning – the morning sun’s, Ate Arra’s, and Lin’s.
In that same green paradise, we play cards most of the time with the family to kill the
dread of a long day. The front of the store then becomes a nest of illegal gamblers around 11
am composed mostly of the family, their friends, their girlfriends and boyfriends. At first, the
card games were only there for fun in which no money was involved – pusoy dos, tong-its,
pusoy way, and bridge. But as the time goes by, pogs were introduced as poker chips and the
cash started to flow under the table. I usually don’t participate on the gambling sessions but
then one day, Lin insisted on me playing the hands she would get. I don’t claim to be a poker
god but I did graduate in Mathematics and knows a trick or two when it comes to card games
which was the fact that she was banking. I won her 500 pesos that day and because of her
enthusiasm and excitement about the win, she insisted to take me to a free dinner which I
merrily accepted. We went to Gelinos St. at 6 pm and got dinner in Ababu. She ordered two
beef kebabs with rice and I ordered two chicken kebabs with rice. “Thank you! Please wait until
we serve your food,” the waitress said monotonically. Ababu is known to have a long waiting
time of serving. Usually, your order would be served 30-45 minutes after ordering. Even so, it
would always be worth the wait as the place is well-ventilated with two full-blown aircons and
the food they serve really tastes good. The weird thing that day were – I did not feel like we
waited as long as expected, the place was surprisingly warm but still comfortable, and that I
have not tasted the food that I ate but still enjoyed eating it. With my wristwatch’s hands both
that we go for a drink. “Looks like someone is treating me with a bucket!” she said teasingly.
“You know, you’re so good at Math! Buti ka pa! Me, I never excelled in any academic
subject! I can’t even excel in PE! It must feel good to be a genius, huh?” she said after finishing
“Well, it’s not all unicorns and rainbows. There became a lot of expectations that I
needed to meet when my family found out that I was excelling in school and sometimes,
“Well, Chris-Tian-Roy-Tor-res-Al-Va-Rez, geniuses are not the only ones who are
expected to be actually performing well in school. Parents are parents and parents expect their
child, even the shit ones, to actually be a good investment for the money they have worked
hard for,” she said frustratingly. “Fuck parents and their expectations!” she shouted as if the
We shouted our frustrations and whispered our dirty little secrets and she never needed
to repeat any word, phrase nor sentence that she says as even if the room was definitely having
a rowdy crowd of students with the loud music that bounced on and off the walls, her words
were audible to me and I never missed the voice coming from her.
The burn in my cigarette is now coming to the end of the stick. I decided to take the last
whiff and put out the fire in the ashtray. “Ate, Marlboro red po! One stick,” I said loudly, enough
for Ate Arra with her earphones to hear my request. She reaches out the stick and I reach out to
her seven pesos. I tapped the butt in the table and then lit the other end of it. I haven’t even
finished my first whiff when I saw Lin in a distance, with some guy I never saw in this place
“Tiaaaan! Good morning! Christian, meet Tristan, my boyfriend. Tristan, this is Christian,
a friend.”
“Nice to meet you, bro.” I greeted as I blow the smoke choking up my throat.
“Shoot. I have classes now. See you guys later!” I said while grabbing my bag and leaving