Notes from Grace Lee's Diary
October 15, 6pm
Where in the world can you see such a spectacular sunset? Only in the Philippines.
I'm sitting by the poolside, here at Sofitel, waiting for my boyfriend before we get a bite to eat at Spirals, one of my favorite buffet places in the world.
I've been inside the restaurant and diners have been dropping by my table to greet me and have a picture taken with their trusty cellphones. I'm so happy to oblige, but I do get tired and I asked the pretty waitresses to reserve the table for me. I was just too happy to go out and feel the wind at my cheeks and just stare at that magnificent view until the sun rays disappear and the pink orange clouds turn violet, before darkness totally descends on the horizon.
I have a book inside my bag that I've been itching to finish. Obama's autobiography,"Dreams From My Father" is so compelling, that I wanted to open the book and just read right now, even with the fading sunlight,but the sunset at Manila Bay is so magnificent, that I needed to stop and just bask at the spectacular colors. Perhaps it was a sign from God that I needed to just take a breather and relax, collect my thoughts and chill.
What a week! I wanted to be with my boyfriend and just relax because I'm a little fearful about tomorrow's agenda. Although it's fun to go with Mo, Mojo and Andi9 at Clark to visit the 'haunted hospital', I honestly feel uneasy about the whole thing.
For one thing, I worry about Mo's hubris - his overweening pride, his utter self-confidence and generalized statement that he does not believe in ghosts. I've read many a Greek tragedy, and his superciliousness borders on arrogance almost. When I heard that he'd go inside the hospital alone and write the numbers triple 6 all over the walls, I cringed.
What if he sees one? What if he sees many? Will he go in the hospital sane and come out completely mad?
Hay naku! Boys talaga.
Sometimes, or is it most of the time? I wonder what I'm doing inside that booth between Mo and Mojo, and their topics border on subjects that would make the nuns at St.Paul go stark,raving looneybins.
Like today's topics, one caller called about putting the ring on the thing, and I almost shrieked. Do men really do such perverted things?
I couldn't imagine my boyfriend presenting a ring down there. Euwww! Do Mo and Mojo have these rings, I wonder? They were going at it,teasing me, until I didn't know whether they were joking that these rings have numbers, very much like rings for the fingers, and I was just dumbfounded.
The topic that Mo introduced next, about FWB's,or friends with benefits. . I don't have an experience of it personally,and I try not to judge, but I do get really get disturbed sometimes that Mo and Mojo have experiences that are really bordering on sexual promiscuousity. This morning, a caller even told Mo that she was open to becoming his FWB if he so wanted it.
Friends have often asked if I do get offended by my co-hosts antics (sexual or otherwise).
Can you imagine if I wasn't there at all?
I think I represent the majority of women who find Mo and Mojo amusing, but sexually depraved.
My parents and the Jesuits have taught me too well, I guess. This is Reality 101, but it doesn't mean that I'll become like them. I'm the voice of reason, amidst anarchy and malevolence.
"Lee Kyung Hee," there was a gentle tap on my shoulder, and when I looked at the back, my boyfriend has arrived. He usually calls my whole name when he sees me.
"Annyǒng hashimnigga. You ready to eat?" I asked. I look at his face, and my boyfriend's presence jars me back to the present, to ten stations of food around the world waiting to be eaten and a smorgasbord of desserts. He reminds me of normalcy, honor, loyalty.
"Yes. I'm hungry."
I smile and reached out towards his outstretched hand. We walk towards Spirals.
What will tomorrow bring? I really don't know. Whatever I've thought about Mo and Mojo this past hour, there's one thing I've learned - I'm tougher because of them; I don't cry easily anymore, and their taunting and teasing have made me a stronger person. I wouldn't trade these experiences in any way.
I look at the skies behind me. It is dark, but I see a hint of the moon coming out, peeping.
(Postscipt:Some of the topics in this blog were discussed in the Goodtimes show today, specifically 'FWBs','rings on things' and what I thought was Mo's devil may care attitude on ghost hunting. I wondered how it would feel to be Grace Lee, reflecting on some of the racier subjects she heard at the radio show today, her discomfort at Mo's taunting of ghosts and evil spirits by writing triple 6's on the notorious Clark haunted hospital.
I imagined Grace Lee cooling off at Spirals (one of her favorite buffet places as I recall),watching the sunset by the poolside, waiting for her boyfriend while ruminating on how it felt to be the co-host of Mo and Mojo. It would be interesting to write about it, because of their disparate beliefs and points of view.
'Notes from Grace Lee's Diary' is a work of fiction, and thus Grace Lee's thoughts and reflections on this blog do not reflect the real Grace Lee's opinions, but comes from the imagination and point of view of this blogger.Special thanks to Nina from Flickr for the amazing sunset photo. Goodtimes!)
