dear cuzin tootsie,
yes i miss you too and our time here in katipunan. it, indeed, has been quite some time since you last walked down the avenue. katipunan has become home to us, our comfort living space extending beyond the 47L door. from the kanto to shoppersville, we’ve never gotten uneasy or have felt danger in this place. the crisp night air and the neon lit pavement creates a certain spell on passersby. walking in your house clothes to mcdonald’s or the bank justifies calling it your own.
you’d only have to cross the street to get to dance rehearsals while i take the jeep to choir practice. back in our time there was such a thing as a pedestrian walk across gate 3. what to eat was always a challenge, sisig at ken afford (can’t afford), chicken at bacolod, adobo at box o’ rice, chickenjoy, bigmac, mocha frap, bunch o’ lunch with extra basket of mojos. astig!
more for you: alpombra ni aling charing, mongolian eat-all-you-can at sweet inspiration, your annoying security guard over at chicken bacolod (he’s still there). no more mr. quickly nor goodah, instead you get stuffed crust pan pizzas where that stood once upon a time. gayuma, after being burned down, has moved to a new location near mcdonald’s. you missed seven-eleven and yellow cab by a few years, not that it’s important, considering theyre american franchises anyway.
wish you were here. come and visit us sometime. now na!