TRALALA...

It's christmas, it's christmas in the world of consumerist-capitalist and escapist Makati. I loathed the place when i was there to work for 3 months. My blazing around aura couldn't accept with all the high rise profanity that lurks every street. But i went there occasionally for escapism and a chance to rebuild and recap lives that was once broken and redeemed and broken again.  I need Makati and Makati needs me.

Anyway, at 11 PM there are still a number of people walking and chatting. My friends and i even went inside a home shop and we saw a number of people dancing to that copied PBB tune. And they were rehearsing a dance for a Christmas party, in a home shop full of glass trinkets, indian masks and expensive jars. Who can take that away?

It's not christmas season, it's christmas party season here in Manila. Just when you thought that everybody's going to the dogs and contemplating on working outside the country then you see an attack of people in malls and they are there to purchase. That's a nice scene. At least we all have hidden wealths to purge and the christmas party season is the right time to flaunt it.

As for me, i used to attend almost 4 christmas parties before. Now, i think i will be attending only 2 christmas parties. I had my fair share of winnings in Christmas parties. i have a palm pilot that lasted for 4 months, a DVD that i never used, a GC from Rustans. That's it and some left over Hawaiin costumes for the past themes of parties.

Anyway, i still have to buy my brother a T-shirt as a guilt gift for not attending any of his so-called gigs. I would like to buy something for Poodrahbel because he has a way of thanking people who give him gifts. It's as if he's never had a t-shirt, a soap or a picture frame for that matter. I will give for the feeling of it.

And try walking along 12midnight in Makati while singing to Chaka Khan's version of Through the Fire. It is redemption.