Cuddles. Jungle. Ivory. The Matrix. Stardust. Montana. High Heels. Billboard Club.
Flower girls. Flower boys. Fake watch and sunglass hawkers. Taxi drivers.
Bouncers. Pimps. Prostitutes. Comfort Girls. Young. Old. Beautiful. Not beautiful. Dressed to the nines. Full make up. Plain looking.
Japanese. Koreans. Caucasians. White. Black. Yellow. Brown. Fat. Thin. Balding. Dashing…
…and other life forms line the streets of P. Burgos, the red light district of Makati. No, I’m not here to gawk at these people or watch the dancing lights running through the marquee’s edges (but I do admit, it is interesting to watch them not for the pity-you-lucky-me thinking but more on the kaleidescope of forms, color and features of these denizens to the haughtiness of the foreigners that take their pickings from the vurnerable if not desperate ladies sashaying on the hard concrete earth littered with candy wrappers and other plastics). Or heaven forbids, taste its poisoned fruits.
I was just passing by on my way to the hotel where I’m staying.
Just heard it in the radio and read it in the papers:
Christopher Reeves, 52, died of cardiac arrest.
He was always the Superman to me.
I slept 0100H and woke up 0230H so that I can go early to the airport here in Cebu to get my plane ticket for my flight at 0500H. Unfortunately, when I reached there at around 0315H, ticket office will still open at 0400H. Darn! I should have gotten more sleep.
Anyway, I was just able to have around 2 1/2 hours of shut eye today and during the training, was really so sleepy.
Makati is still overcast. Still smogy. Still chaotic, like the whole of Metro Manila.
0045H
I have just taken a major step in my career and life.
And there’s no turning back.
Was in Cebu for another meeting.
While looking at my mother’s closet, I came across an ancient Bravas Body Talc. I was surpised to find this one still being kept and childhood memories came flooding. My mother used to dab us with this to soothe rashes due to prickly heat.
Photos at the sala.
