smells good, tastes good

Orgasmo ang makatikim uli ng duryan. Kaya nang umuwi ako sa Dabaw nung isang linggo, nagpabili agad ako ke Mama. Kung me duryan man dito sa Manila, ang mahal kasi. Kasing mahal ng puri ko. Tsaka nag-iinarte ang mga taga-rito, mabaho raw yung amoy. Tseh. Bango kaya. Sarap!

Nung lumipad si Mama ng Manila bago ako pumunta ng Batanes, nagdala siya ng duryan pero karamihan sa mga yun ampapait. Me iba-ibang klase na pala nito. Kala ko dati, malagkit lang at yung regular lang ang meron. Di ko kinaya ang pait niya.

Sabi pa ni Mama, “November na. Di na season ng duryan ngayon. Ayan, P40 na kada kilo”. Wa, Ma. Kumusta naman kung nasa season yun. Sabi, P10 daw kada kilo. Ahhh. Durian festival kung durian festival.

At nginata ko na at ng kapatid ko ang isang buong duryan na biniyak niya sa harap ko. Ansarap, antamis, ang-orgasmic! Nanuod lang ako ng tibi at ten minutes after, ayun, ubos na agad. Siyet, bitin. Pagkatapos, mahilo-hilo akong tumayo ng sofa para pumunta sa kwarto. Naknamputcha. Musta naman ang cholesterol ng duryan. At isang buong prutas pa ang kinain ko nang walang pakundangan. Waaah.

Di bale, ininggit ko naman sina Angie at Caloy, ayun, matunaw-tunaw sa sobrang dismaya.

Naglambing pa si Agnie na magdala raw ako pagbalik ko, sabi ko oo naman. Araw ng alis ko, pinabili ko si Mama ng limang duryan at nilagay lahat ng laman sa lalagyan ng ice cream para di mangamoy sa eroplano.

Kompident pa akong lumusot sa check-in area kasi gusto kong ihand carry na lang siya. Habang naglalakad ako, medyo lumalabas ang amoy niya konti pero hala, sige. Pagdating ko sa xray machine, nadiskubre ang scam ko at pinacheck-in sa akin ang bag. Siyet, me laman din na mga suman yung bag. Waaaaah. Baka, mapaflat lahat!

Pagdating ko ng Manila, nagbus na ako pauwi. Alam ko kung gaano kaselan ang mga taga-Manila sa mabangong amoy ng duryan kaya mahigpit ang hawak ko sa bag na nilagyan nito, medyo lumalabas na kasi ang amoy. Baka nabutas habang nasa eroplano siya.

Pagdating ko sa bahay, pinapak agad namin ng katapid ko ang mga duryan. Kaso, me ibang lasa at amoy na siya. Maasim na medyo kakaiba. Siyet. Nilamon ata ng init sa loob ng cargo at napanis. Kahit nilagyan pa namin siya ng ice, wala pa ring epek. Pagkatapos ng dalawang oras, ayun, nag-iba na nga. Di na namin siya nakain. Hay. Sana pala dinevour ko na lang siya habang nasa Davao pa. O di kaya, nilagay ko sa plastic tapos niref buong gabi.

Ang arte kasi sa eroplano e. Sana hinandcarry ko na lang.

Di ko tuloy naibigay kay Agnie yung pangako ko. Tumutulo pa naman laway nun habang iniisip kung gaano kasarap ang duryan. Sige lang, sa susunod na pag-uwi ko ng Davao. Sisiguraduhin kong di na mapapanis ang dala ko. Pinagtiyagaan ko na lang din lamunin ang masasarap na mga suman na dala ko.

life in a little black anonymous bag

Two hours before my scheduled flight, I packed a few pieces of tees and pairs of pants that I will be wearing for Batanes. I couldn’t decipher what I was feeling. Excitement and apprehension and numbness. We will be staying there for a month for a film shoot but I wasn’t sure if we’ll get there in the first place. I have this reservation about flying Asian Spirit. That name is my signified term for plane crash.

Yesterday, I went on a panic buying mode.  Had to buy the things I thought I’d be needing. Shorts.. Oh, I need skimpy shorts for the beach. Alcohol, I need some disinfection. A cellphone! I need a phone or I’ll be damned. A still camera! I need to buy one. Food, food, food. Dork.

I brought with me a few items, probably not enough to get me through the whole stay. Those are the only wearable clothes that I have because most of my shirts won’t fit me anymore. Reminds me I have to get rid of this belly but I’m too lazy to conform with vanity. I know I’m vain but I’m not vain enough to look perfect.

At the same time, I felt so guilty about leaving Karl’s thesis unfinished. I don’t wanna see him humiliated by the Thesis Defense Panel because his film’s editing sucks big time.

I also wanted to stay for a few more days so I could spend time with my Mom who will be leaving for Davao next week and my brother who’s leaving soon. We won’t be seeing one another for a long time, I’m sure. And I wasn’t able to bond with my friends. Sucks.

Oh God. Why does packing seem so dramatic?

The purple towel is still wet and I insist on bringing it but my bag is not big enough to contain it. An assessment of my belongings made me realize I’m not worth much as a person. If I were to be auctioned last night, nobody would raise a hand for me.

I wanted to travel light, I need to keep reminded. Not too heavy enough to cause a plane crash in case it faces a signal number three typhoon.

Just when everything started to sink in, I woke my Mom and brothers up and gave them my last instructions for the apartment. The leaving part wasn’t emotional though. Oh, a good sign.

Got to the domestic airport at 5am. I wasn’t late. I was so sure the nagging mouths who kept on reprimanding me for my prima donna complex would shut up but they never did. Such stigma. At least, I get to be the diva.

Upon boarding, the guards refused to let me in because I had no ID to show. Right. Thanks to the robbers, I wished them dead right then.  Oh, that was the time when a charming smile became handy.

When I finally got in, I received the big sign that said “Closed” under the Basco flight schedule.

Typhoon Ineng is having the time of her life in Batanes, up on signal number 2. So I have to be anxious for another day before I get to enjoy the simple life up north.

Deep breath.  I wish I was never that dramatic while packing up. The typhoon just spoiled the aftermath of my moment.