It's like a dream. I prepared for this last night, when my pangga and I walked in the streets of downtown Davao in search of durian. I held her hand tightly, felt her hand's pressure on mine, to concretely register the moment to my memory. I watched our feet as we walked, watched our shadows, felt the coldness of the night.
I pondered long and hard inside the room where I slept, I took in all sensation I can to record the moment while it unfolded. I thought, "I'm going to miss this room, I'm going to miss this house, I'm going to miss this place..."
And most of all, I thought, "I'm going to miss your presence ga, your smile, your face, your eyes, your voice..."
I drowned my senses because I knew in a matter of hours all that's going to be like a dream.
True enough, I'm here, back home, and Davao and everyone and everything there that I experienced and hold dear feels like a dream.

Getting ready for the kabab-attack at Majid's.

Mmmmm mmmm...