random thoughts, musings and workings of a totally warped mind. tintin is a colorblind writer who paints,dreams of flying a kite along EDSA, teaches middle & high school writing & literature, and is the future mother of Kulay and Una Rosa Maria.

Thursday, November 27, 2003

yesterday morning was great in a laidback, Christmasy way. after breakfast, kulas and i headed for Morato for an early caffeine fix. there was a sample planner on display at the Starbucks counter. it was the kind i've been looking for: thick, a lot of space for notes, spiral bound and the paper smelled great (or perhaps it was just the coffee's aroma.teehee)!

"miss, magkano `to?" (miss, how much is this?)

the "miss" said it wasn't for sale and she handed me a coupon instead.

"have all the items stamped before December 31 and you can get this planner and a lot more goodies", she said smiling.

i looked at the coupon and well, i have to order 60 varieties of coffee before Dec.31 to have that damn planner!

then kulas blurted out a bright idea. "honey, let's just use any of your little cousins or my pamangkins. let's make a kid go around Starbucks and approach everyone. people will get awa to her kasi she'll go around saying 'please let me get the stamp for your coffee because my dad (or mom or my pet platypus or whatever) wants this for a gift..'

oh, well. i might just do that.

i want that notebook plannerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

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after our lunch of braised beef and spring rolls, i had a haircut at the hip Britannico salon while kulas went for a car wash. met with nandy and kent for badminton and had authentic Chinese dumplings at Wan Chai.

another kulasspeak: "honey, ako lang ang 'foreigner' dito ah" referring to every chink in the place; me, Nandy and Kent included.

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coffee and a round of beer at Cafe Breton after. i'm amazed at how kulas' friends and i relate with each other. ang galing-galing, i dont feel any so-called generation gap at all.

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im sorry, i think i've already used up today's limit for dashes as borders. i have a headache the size of Asia, i've got the sniffles, and i have to beat the Makati traffic at 2pm for a meeting later. my throat feels like i've swallowed too many calamansi seeds without the juice.

i want to laugh. as in really laugh, the kind that makes your sides hurt and your eyes well up with tears. so if laughter really is the best medicine, im in dire need of it right now.

somebody work your magic on me please.



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