At last, we’re finally done with the draft. And all we have to do now is wait if the Mayor still wants us to make revisions or if we have to add more stuff into his life story.
We’ve been receiving a lot of help, especially from a foreign scholar by the name of Elizabeth Medina. She’s a Chilean writer (with a hot daughter whom Arnold craves so much; the nerve of that MARRIED guy). She’s been editing our work, and is still doing it as I write this. So, before the Mayor sends his biography to the presses, we have to stop him quick and show to him the recent draft edited by a master.
We gave to him the draft yesterday. We had lunch in Starbucks (Arnold said it’s been a long time since he’s been to one; yo también) located somewhere in South Luzón Tollway, La Laguna area. The Mayor has become more like a barkada. He’s so friendly, I’m telling you guys. He doesn’t act like some intimidating rich person. He’s one of the humblest persons Arnold and I have ever met. He still wants a Tagalog version, but the good news is he’s not planning to simply translate our hard-written work into English. He will still publish our work, and have another edition in Tagalog. The problem now is where to look for a translator.
Although Arnold and I speak Tagalog fluently, we couldn’t really write that well. We’re not trained how to. And I don’t think our country’s educational system has any specialized training for the students on how to write creatively and professionally in Tagalog. We tried to translate some sentences in Tagalog, but to no avail. It’s much easier translating English into Spanish and vice versa because they’re cognates. And they both have strong Latin roots.
Now, we wait for the Mayor’s cellphone call for more updates. And we’re both thankful that his oportunista friend was nowhere in sight yesterday. Hopefully, we’d never bump into him again. Well, if Arnold’s car will do the bumping, why not? LOL =)
