Jammie, Galiza and, got a chance to meet at Ayala last Monday to swap books. The three of us were former classmates back in high school before some silly old spinster who though anal sex is taboo, banished me to what our school, Saint Joseph College, call “the lower sections” (I can’t find the logic as to why they tag it as lower so don’t dare attempt to find one, genius.) I brought my first Baldacci, Absolute Power, (it’s a bargain buy) and RJ Ledesma’s Lies My Yaya Should Have Told Me; Jammie brought The Little Prince; and Glaiza brought her Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie.
Glaiza’s book, covered with a red semi-transparent plastic film which reminded me of my first condom, ended up with Jammie (I had a copy of that book before Ganda stick it up in one of her orifices ). I ended up with with the translated French classic from Jammie (recently devirginized, I might add). My RJ Ledesma, a compilation of news paper columns of some softdrink endorser in the early eighties who’s trying hard to sound like Jessica Zafra (just like someone I know…). It’s more of a trash than a book. I think I was drunk when I brought that book to the counter as i would never shell out 5 dollars for a piece of literary crap. I could have just read a Dean Koonts, who’s literary prowess is equal to that of a pothead. (Now someone would loathe RJ Ledesma with me.)
The three of us share a passion for books back when we were still officially residing in Maasin City. Meeting them to exchange books after more than five years reassured me that I made the right decision of moving here in Cebu to build a career and to enjoy the company of people who speak the same language as I do, Geek.
We met at National Book Store, a bibliophile’s version of Hooters. Could you just imagine how we lose ourselves?
Jammie bought a Mukirami, despite my insistent protest, and a Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Memoirs of My Melancholy Whores. We promised each other to swap our latest finds after we’re done with what we’re currently reading. I wonder who’s gonna enjoy my Ian McEwan’s Atonement.
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