A conversation while lying on a cemented parking lot. The view: the dark night sky, with fluffs of clouds and twinkling stars, while waiting for the Geminid meteor shower.
Me: Anong iwi-wish niyo?
Paul: Love.
Libay: Sex.
Ab: Money.
Libay: Ikaw?
Me: (beat) Love din.
Another exchange while sitting on the driveway pavement, neck inclining backward to wait for the meteor shower. The view: still the same starry sky, waiting for another shooting star.
Me: Eleven na. Wala na wish mo.
Libay: Hindi--meron pa yan!
Paul: Wala. Wala ng sex.
Libay: Ayun! *loud talakera laughter*
Paul: Oo nga, nakita ko din. Parang sperm.
Tis. To our hearts' desires. - 12/15/2012
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