this afternoon, i was on the back of a truck going around town with the last of our tables, fax machines and photocopiers, waving and smiling broadly at whoever would accept the gesture of humanity i offered. only one person smiled back. if you happened to be driving around escario and saw someone with a native hat and green shades waving at you, and you didn't wave back, shame on you. the world would be a happier place if only we waved to people and waved back at strangers. it's 1 a.m. and i'm still at brown cup wi-fi-ing, and though we've finally moved to our new office (where i still claim my status as semi-bum), i have yet to find a new house. walked around again this afternoon looking for a room or apartment for rent. and in the haze of hunger and dehyration, i wondered if i even HAVE to find a place to rent. i could just bring all my stuff to davao, after all, and stay there. haven't even begun packing, and i need to move out by may 3rd. and my crazy father wa...