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Dragonfly

One high school day, I sneaked out of the Mendiola gates of my school and walked with my friends to Greenhills.

There we ate tacos, drank Mango Brutus (and once thought that Orange Julius was a cheap copycat) and wandered around Filbar's and Nova Fontana.

And bought my first Dragonflys. For 100 pesos.

A few months back here in Hong Kong, all these memories started streaming back to me and I suddenly craved for that same pair.

I thought, since I am in Hong Kong which is part of China, baka meron dito. I traversed the whole territory only to be shocked to have found it in the wet market closest to my home.

And bought my second Dragonflys. For 50 hong kong.

Dragonflys resting on steel

I posted this in my facebook and a dear friend from high school, Arvin Penaflor, commented on it saying, "Ah the wondrous memories of high school."

A few days ago, Arvin passed away. He succumbed to a cardiac arrest. At 38.

We were supposed to see each other here this April. Him showing off his beautiful wife and children. Me my Dragonfly.

I guess that will never happen. Or maybe a few more years and I can show him off my shoes. And we can talk about how life is/was/will be like.

This one is for you, Arvin. This blogpost and my Dragonfly shoes.

Pichur

Wherever this blog will lead me to, I am making sure it will walk the walk.

Well, until I reach the end of the escalator.