A Skirt’s Story

When I visited N last February, he bought me a skirt in Greenhills. Its short, denim, and has a pretty flower detail on the seat. Since the day I got it, I can't seem to stop wearing it. On average, I wear it five days a week. I wear it on dates, to the mall, to bars, to church, to the beach, and even to work. Its too short to be allowed at work but for some reason, nobody has ever told me off.

But I digress. I think the skirt might be cursed, or has some sort of mystical power that draws me to it.  When I need to go out, its the first thing I look for. When I'm not wearing it, I find myself thinking about it and imagining that I have it on. I am aware that I wear it a lot, possibly more than normal, but I never thought of it as a problem until this morning, when the maid practically begged me to let her wash it. I realized that I've fished it out of the laundry basket countless of times before. I think it has only been washed twice since I got it. Today, I dripped Shawarma sauce all over it, and upon closer inspection, I realized that there are a lot of other stains on it of unknown and suspicious origins.

Why do I like this skirt so much? Is it because I think of the giver? Is it because it has sentimental value? Is it because of the way it rides on my hips and shows off my legs? Is it because it makes people look twice and seemingly has the power to seduce? Is it because I'm going crazy?

Whatever it is, I know I'll be shamelessly wearing this skirt for a long time. But for now, its off to the laundry with you, my pretty.

Heroes In A Half-Shell, Turtle Power!

I went on a date today with someone very important. I went on a date with myself. I figured I deserved it. I have the day off, so I might as well catch some me-time. My little tryst with myself was far from romantic. I went to the bank and paid bills. In an effort to cut costs, I rode jeepneys the whole time. I almost fainted from the heat, as I walked from Ayala to HSBC and back to Ayala under the scorching mid-day sun. Summer is such a drag sometimes.

On the spur of the moment, I decided to catch a movie. So, I bought myself a Shawarma (all meat, onions, and garlic sauce, yum!), a huge chocolate pearl shake, and a ticket to watch the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. I chose a seat right smack in the middle of the front row in the premiere area, and had myself a great time. The movie was good but not exceptional. The storyline was simple, yet surprisingly adult. It was well-animated, though April and Casey looked too skinny and the turtles looked like they were wearing cute bustiers. Still, I enjoyed myself immensely.

Growing up, I was in love with those turtles, dude! I remember I used to pretend I was a ninja turtle with my sister and two of our cousins. Being the eldest, I was always Leonardo, the leader, and I was pleased that the movie empasized that fact (Leonardo being the leader, not me being Leonardo. Sheesh.). The whole gang was there, and only the villains were new. It was good to see Leonardo, Raphael, Michaelangelo, Donatello, Splinter, April, and Casey again.

Its nice to see the cartoons I grew up to making it on the big screen. It started with the Ghostbusters. Then there was the X-Men and now, TMNT. In a few months, we'll also be seeing the Transformers. It brings back the days when life was so much simpler, when the biggest problem that we had to face was missing those Friday night cartoons.

It would have been perfect to hear the all too familiar TMNT theme of old. But to hide from the world and be a kid again, if only for a couple of hours, is priceless. What a pleasant way to spend an afternoon.

Serious Blogger On The Loose

Okay, so I'm experimenting with several blog listing sites, and I came across Technorati, which is apparently the place to be. So, I happily signed up for it, and it turns out, that one of their requirements is to post a blog especially for them and put in some HTML codes in it. Being the serious and passionate blogger that I am, that's exactly what I'm doing now. Allow me to segue from my usual ranting, and present to you my Technorati Profile. Cool, huh? 

NOTE: I just added that last bit for the benefit of the Technorati people. I don't even know what the profile looks like. Tee hee!