Having this picture taken took out so much from my bravado arsenal (if there ever is such a thing). For a good five minutes, I just stood there behind him, nauseous and quite uncertain of how I should go on with it while this lady (perhaps an awardee, or a reporter, or an organizer) was kind enough to cheer me on (my hats off to you, miss). And I wasn't going to. But then I thought about the frequency of moments like these, and what the odds are for waking up tomorrow, unfeeling because of a shot that I never took. And I thought, screw it. Calling F. Sionil Jose's name already was a difficult aggregation of courage on my part.
Bet took the photo, after which Mr. Jose asked, "Are you sisters?"
"Twins po."
"O, that's right. You're both very beautiful." This was very nice of him.
I told him that had I brought my list, I would have had a lot to ask him. He was just very kind that this transgression made so much more of my night. Never been more grateful. Another romantic thing to dwell on. :-)
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