Here's to a clueless Christmas season.
Leyte reunion on the 25th, poetry reading tonight, some party I don't want to go to on Friday, a short visit of a friend who got stuck on mainstream TV on the 21st, another saddening news field shift on Saturday, a friend who will now work at the crazy newsroom on the 30th.
And then more.
Identical books on Philippine cinema, steel toe shoes for my brother, 10-peso toys for my cousins, photo art magazine from Japan, panda-designed organizer, a stuffed toy cat I now call Chaiyo, calling cards that can't be used, letter V cellphone chain now V-less because of a morbike ride, miniature bottle of shower gel, a book saying "the essential poets," bonus check, flower-designed comforter, four-feet hotdog pillow, necklace and earrings now lost, bag of goodies, and still another bag with ham, two cans of peanuts I can't eat, 1.96-gig flash disk, red blouse, yellow hat for little Xenia, Barbie pencil case, mango and three rice cakes.
I'm still waiting for homemade firecrackers.