Donsol blog entry

We Donsol weekenders swore that we each have our different accounts of what happened during those three to four days of much-needed R&R. But first, a review of the cast:
Durga, the instigator and person responsible for getting us together;
P., Durga's husband, a.k.a Lower East Side gay magnet, whose family owns the resort;
T., make-up whore (according to durga);
Lavander fields, a.k.a. kulot, whose lovely derriere manages to steal the show everytime she snorkels;
Delicious facts, a.k.a. 'my precious,' who is such a riot;
E., a.k.a gulay boy, who manages to withstand T.'s vegan jokes, and;
L., E.'s girlfriend and partner in crime.

This is my disease: at this point, I am a bit lazy to render my own version of the Donsol experience, for when I do tell my version of it, I want to include its every last detail. No exclusions.

I now turn to another topic which would not require me an hour or two to write down: letter-writing. Through Bopis, I have rediscovered the art (and love) of letter-writing. This would have to be something very much unfamiliar to most college kids these days. I have forgotten that writing letters forces you to exercise quick decision-making when it comes to the choice of words, transition of topics, while making sure your letter will not resemble a patched-up version of several notes passed during class or something. The urge to pick up the pen once again was, admittedly, precipitated by the birthday letter Bopis gave me. A rather unexpected gesture, but very much welcomed. I swore that I would 'answer' his letter, not necessarily a birthday letter, but just one that would be writtern for no particular occasion. I put it off for so long that his letter on my bag was beginning to get frayed, until one afternoon, after a long day of classes, I sat down at the coffee shop and started to write. And furiously, I did.

And then, I found myself getting another letter about goings-on in his life and thoughts about executed decisions and future endeavors. I found myself responding that day and left my 'response' inside his desk drawer.

I relish the process, I anticipate future correspondences.

I know I already have two hanging postings: I haven't forgotten my Manila sojourn entry. That will have an ending. I might turn my attention to Donsol, if only because I want to take a look at the others' blog entries about the experience. Lovely, lovely place.