Nevergirl’s

Remember what they said about Mohammad and the mountain? Well, they can officially say the same about me and Cebu. That sounds arrogant, I know, but it happens to be the truth at the mo. Because I cannot go to Cebu, Cebu’s flying over for the weekend. Whooptedoo!

That I actually talked three friends into visiting is a major feat because

1) I live far from any recognizable city on the map.

2) I’m not even sure this place is found on a map.

3) this town lies smack-dab in the middle of a major fault line.

4) there are no tourist spots here.

5) there are no malls here—no, libraries, no restaurants, no, not even a coffee shop.

6) the stores that sell Purefoods hotdogs are all a two-hour drive away. Do not even get me started on Purefoods corned beef—that blue one. I load up on blue Purefoods corned beef once a week whenever we do the groceries, and by load up, I mean hoard in a maybe-the-world-will-end-tomorrow-and-there’d-be-no-store-left-selling-these way.

7) they did not get their tickets on sale.

These three people must miss me really bad. That, or they’re running away from the police. That, or they’re in dire need of career advice (though why they’d fly all the way here to hear that from me is beyond me!). That, or they’re planning to look for Queen Maniwantiwang’s missing jawbone here. There must be some dramatic reason! Why else would anyone give up the city in exchange for boondocks-living even if it’s just for three—almost four—days? And because I’m heartless, ungrateful, and emotionless, I’m putting the visitors to work as soon as they get here. I’ll make them fish and catch chicken for dinner. No catch, no meal. Joy.

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