Random Rah-rah

It's blizzarding outside! Now I know how it's like to be my favorite Dairy Queen dessert. Minus the chocolate mallows, heh heh.

I don't have a unified thought for this entry, but might as well work out the rusty writing edges.

L is my IL buddy!! Yahoo!! He's oh-my-%$#@!*&'ngly handsome and awesomely ripped, with a budding movie/TV career. What more could a girl dream of? Truth to tell, he's the stuff of my nightmares. You can't sneak anything past him - "hoy kumakain ka na naman! (sabay hingi)." Nevertheless, I won't let you down, Junior. Those tabloid columnists won't have anything on you (or me, vicariously).

Speaking of dreams, I had one last night about "HoneyStar." Aww, Meyan, wish you were here for me to share it with. Mwaha!

I've finally gotten my Rule Against Perpetuities straight. I think. P%$#@#@!!&%&... and I thought I conquered it with reserva troncal back in '94.

Mareng Day - I love you, I'm thinking about you, and I'm about to read three books to "abundify" our possibilities together. Will write you again soon!!

Speaking of Day, my whole nutritional lifestyle has undergone a major overhaul: no more fastfood (as in, none at all) and lots of veggies and other healthy stuff. I'm still the omnivore, but much more responsible in what goes in (and out) of me. Gotslotsa veggies and tofu and good stuff but haven't met my seafood requirements on this continent yet. Miss my paksiw na galunggong and inihaw na pusit!

So 'yun lang muna. Chika again later - for now, b'bye!

Half-Moon Over Chicago

I like standing out on the balcony of my sister's Chicago apartment, just taking in where I'm at in time and space. In the summer, it's balmy and warmer than any Manila day; in the winter, it's brisk and chillier than the coldest day in Baguio City. Sometimes it reminds me of the Wack-Wack office, which is so different from my QC home - lots of bustle, no greenery, people and cars and the trains moving about, 24/7.

Tonight, there's a half-moon over Chicago. From where I'm at, the Sears Tower is a few blocks away, in direct sight. Lake Michigan, one of the greatest bodies of water I've set my eyes on, is just a stroll away. Oprah (or her show, anyway) is a telephone call away, if I can get through (never have, so far); so is my Mom and my friends back home. My law review books are at my feet; I have stuff spinning in the dryer downstairs. The whole world seems to be within reach.

Then again, it seems that the world is so much more distant than it usually is, from my familiar vantage point. But it's all well. That's all I have to say tonight :-).