Every
week, some members of the “Moveable Circle” get together. Sometimes, we watch a
film or have dinner in a cheap restaurant. Whatever we do, we usually end up in
a coffee shop discussing different topics from films, politics, sex, religion,
and everything about the absurdity of life in this Third World country. For us,
we feel as if we were contributing to society but from the point of view of
outsiders, we certainly sound like a bunch of loud miseducated Filipinos who shift from English to Filipino as we sip
our cappuccinos, tea lattes or black coffees secretly spiked with whiskey.
