(the world of pretend again– for now. thanks to harper’s bazaar feb.2008.)
What
do you know, it’s only the second week of 2008– barely a year after
the mid term elections and more than two years before juan dela cruz’s
children aged 18 and above troop back to the polling precincts– and I
am already choking on motherhood statements, grandstanding and
mudslinging– courtesy of the several malacanang wannabes– err…
hopefuls.
So who’s tired of third world archipelago politics? I am.
So off to Estados Unidos I went for my birthday. Which explains the absence of a year-ender and a birthday post.
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it’s the second day of the year.
nine days before my birthday. (shameless plug i know, you can start sending gifts. NOW.)
holidays after math:
gainers:
-my peso being able to buy more dollars
-my mid torso, my thighs and my arms. i am 10 whopping lbs heavier (aw gad– now i have to lose 30 lbs to get to my ideal weight).
losers:
-my bank account. wrung dry. (so help me God.)
-my skin. which has a gazillion rashes— no thanks to that olay total (side) effects that i bought in macau.
-the sellers at the night market along tung choi, whom i terrorized with my cold and merciless haggling.
-those good looking chinese men who didn’t get to talk to me because they don’t speak english. (or is it the other way around?)
-that lacoste accessory outlet that is suppose to exist somewhere near st. paul’s ruins, which i didn’t find. too bad, i was suppose to raid– err– buy all its bags.
excuse my verbal diarrhea.
i wanted to say happy new year. but that won’t be enough.
so let me just borrow from my ex-boyfriend, neil, who in his blog wrote:
May your coming year be filled with magic
and dreams and good madness. I hope
you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.
