Despite warnings of Typhoon Santi arriving about ten to twelve in the evening, we pushed on with our plans for the night. Still car-less more than a month post-Typhoon Ondoy, we had to walk, take trikes, take cabs (in my pretty little green wedges!) to get around the city.
After having [anniversary] dinner at Cyma, a Greek restaurant, in Eastwood Mall, we went to 9 Mile Bar in Kalayaan Avenue amidst the pouring rain. We got there past ten and almost missed Hany outside in the street.
Janice with the microphone was calling on everyone for their “talent” hahahahaha! So that’s how Ryan and I’s night at the party started, with little bits of performances from our friends.
Dax with some “audition piece” for some musical 😉
Abet does his own version of “Vengeance is not ours.. it’s God’s”
For the sake of fun, here is an excerpt of the famous declamation piece. 😉
Alms, alms, alms. Spare me a piece of bread.
Spare me your mercy. I am a child so young, so thin, and so ragged.
Why are you staring at me? With my eyes I cannot see but I know that you are all staring at me.
Why are you whispering to one another? Why?
Do you know my mother? Do you know my father?
Did you know me five years ago?
Yes, five years of bitterness have passed.
I can still remember the vast happiness mother and I shared with each other.
We were very happy indeed.
Suddenly, five loud knocks were heard on the door and a deep silence ensued. Did the cruel Nippons discover our peaceful home?
Mother ran to Father’s side pleading. “Please, Luis, hide in the cellar, there in the cellar where they cannot find you,”
I pulled my father’s arm but he did not move.
It seemed as though his feet were glued to the floor.
The door went “bang” and before us five ugly beasts came barging in.
“Are you Captain Luis Santos?” roared the ugliest of them all.
“Yes,” said my father. “You are under arrest,” said one of the beasts.
They pulled father roughly away from us.
Father was not given a chance to bid us goodbye.
Loved Abet’s version. Simply hilarious. Hahahaha!