And the first thing I thought of when I woke up this morning was
"Gahd. Did I really sing Yes Yes Show with Mark last night."
Digesting a Heartbreak
4 years ago
disKRIPtive. :)
Vim Nadera: How is it being his son?
Alaric Yuson: I'm not really
sure how to answer this...
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Congrads!
Kripotkin by Alfred A. Yuson
The Philippine Star, April 05
2010
...Then
I finally spotted the guy with the inverted South Africa cap that he’s worn
even in his sleep for the last three years, or since I performed rap poetry in
Jo-burg and Durban and came home with it. It’s to keep his voluminous hair in
place, even when it’s tied up in a ponytail. I knew better than to tell him of
my hope that he’d leave the cap on his seat when he climbed onstage for the
diploma hand-off from beloved Fr. Ben.
That
would be a moment of great import, a breakthrough. It would be the first
college diploma to adorn a wall at home, since his old man never got one, and
an older bro of his turned out to be another feckless artist who had also
sought diploma-tic immunity.
I
took his picture as the clear-out alarm sounded: Alaric Riam M. Yuson by the
sign that read Bachelor of Arts, Major in Philosophy: Pre-Divinity Track. Oops,
we were one sign off, but it made for a funnier pic.
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This is the guy who wrote a book I'm currently reading. For some reason I just found the way he wrote about his son really endearing. :)
