Sir Nicky Wijangco of Mt. Talamitam, I bumped into him at the FIMO party last Sunday. I don't go to parties, see. Blinding blinking lights and earsplitting music make me squeamish and irritable and fidgety and vomity. But Prince dragged me into it after the Tarak climb and he's to give a speech before a gymful of mountaineers. (The party was held in some barangay gym in Project 4.)

Ten minutes into the party I was already planning to wear my ninja outfit and flee through the backdoor. But Prince, he came back with this senile doddering grandpa with a Hulk-Hoganish mustache. (Okay so I didn't really bumped into Sir Nick. Prince's invisible hands collided me and Nick into each other.XP) Then Prince disappeared, leaving me with the old pruneface. WTF. I was purposely forced to talk to him.

I'm not the sort of person who ignites small talk. The weather is an excellent topic when you're up a mountain. But in the city, nobody really gives a shit. Let's not pretend you do. The weather is as harmless and pointless as the image of the sun in the sky. Nevertheless weather is as universal as the sky--it's the only physical thing common between any two unrelated people.

That evening, the weather was constipatedly cloudy with occasional bursts of outrage.

But me and Nick, we didn't begin with the weather. One minute in the conversation, I knew we had something special. He graduated from Economics in Ateneo. I studied Economics in Ateneo. He was a writer most of his life. I'm a struggling writer right now. He's a notable sculptor, a friend of National Artist Napoleon Abueva, whose museumish house I've visited three years ago. He's an economist-writer-artist, sort of like me. Despite being affluent, he prefers living a simple life in Mt. Talamitam, where he's wrapped about in trees and fresh air. He's nature's caretaker in the area, an environmentalist and a humanist with a bright mind and a vital spirit. He's fit and spry as a gymnast, and he still climbs mountains at the age of 64. Holy fuckeroo.:o I loved him right away he must've been my former lover in my past life as a diwata.XP

Recently his power line was cut off and his three dogs were poisoned. And he ranted on about this sick world governed by greed, most of which mentioned in his letter.

Wala na akong masabi. Manghang-mangha ako sa kanya. He is my hero.:p

The rest of the evening was a blur. I just woke up drenched in water the following day inside someone's tent in the gym. What just happened??XD I had this giant bump on my vast forehead. Someone said I tripped and was knocked unconscious. Haha.XD The klutz. The bump was an inch near the titanium metal brace around my left eye. Had I hit my head on that area my fractured skull would've broken back into pieces and I'd teleport inside PGH once again. Mic, Prince and I slept in the tent. We were too drunk to go home and people had to drag us in it. Haha WTF. The humiliation.

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