The Emperor's New Clothes

Just some minutes back, I got a message from my colleague that my pants that I ordered finally arrived and is now with him. I am usually giddy and excited about new clothes but not this time. From the time I had my fitting for the pants up to this point, a lot has happened already. From a wedding to reunions; from new gadgets bought on Christmas day to broken gadgets on a booze-filled night New Year's eve; from being stationed on the fourth floor to the fifith and from reporting to the office in the busy side of Pasig to the rarely visited side of Pasig. That's how long the Emperor has been waiting for his new clothes.

I had these pants made with hope to wear them on my Supervisor's wedding back in December. The wedding, even the couple's honeymoon, passed by yet no pants arrived. They already celebrated their first Valentine's Day as a married couple together and learned about the future visit of the stork to deliver their first bundle of joy yet still no pants.

I was also hoping to use the pants at work since they fit well with the dress code we have at work but I have moved to a new department and the company moved to a new site yet no pants arrived.

I have forgotten about the money I have paid for the pants and thought of it as probably something I've lost in one of the many long walks I had on the way to the office. Or at times I thought of it as one of those lost investments, like house rent dues, haircut fees and goverment tax.

With the excitement felt in funerals, I went over to my colleague's station to get the pants. I went to the men's room after to try them on. Surprisingly, they were good fits from a very ridiculous fit when they were first handed to me. Before, it made me look like giant with huge hips and chicken legs. Now, they just make me look like a giant still wearing his pants when he was a couple of inches shorter.

The Morning After A Dinner of Cheese and Corn

It's the 15th of February and officially, it's the day after Valentine's Day. Yahoo!!!

It's the day after all those cheesy love songs and corny romantic dinners. It's the day after people lose their minds as well as their savings just to do these overrated gestures all in the name of love. It's all over, thank God!

Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against the 14th of February, it's just that I'm not a big fan of all those things that are glorified on this day.

I totally skipped the day, and let it pass by like one of those lazy Sunday afternoon that you woke up with after the long party the night before minus the hang over, of course. Some people skipped Christmas, I chose to skip Valentine's Day.

I better stop now and not go any further before I poison myself with all the bile after puking so hard by thinking about all these mushy and corny stuff dignififed during this supposed season of love.

Kung Hei Fat Choi

Not long ago, our chinky-eyed friends celebrated the coming of the new year, the year of the Rat. I'm not chinese, though I can look like one when I laugh so hard, but I will join them in starting a new year. I welcome the coming year of wealth and happiness in my life. In the name of the forces that be, I declare that this year I will be rich and happy.

I'm sure most of you will think that it is very idealistic to aspire for such. Well, I am young and I'm supposed to be idealistic. But really it is not too idealistic. It can happen. I believe that being rich at the same time happy can happen. If I set my mind to it and conspire the world to be in sync with my plans it will happen. In fact, I maybe on my way there. *fingers crossed ;)