Sunday, March 26, 2006


It looks like she woke up in the morning suffering from a combination of a hangover and amnesia and then went out of the house wearing her nightie and then somehow found herself inside Quiapo Church. In the divine presence of the beggars and the geriatric gropers and the vendors of rosary beads, heavy-duty cleaning sponges, and "Pamparegla," she suddenly realized she was, horror of horrors, indecent. In public! So she ran to the nearest saint and stole its dainty and see-through lace veil -- donated by some rich matron who is storming the dieties with material gifts trying to negotiate with them over the soul of her husband who is bedding some starlet -- and wrapped it around her waist.

I'm completely at a loss, however, for the short, misplaced wrap that looks like scrap material. Maybe that's the first thing she stole before the lace veil but decided she didn't want to be too covered up and then draped it over her elbows intead and proceeded to rob the poor lace-veiled saint.

But with hangover-ed amnesiacs, who knows? And what do I know anyway? If anything, this could be just bad fashion design from yet another uninspired gay guy who also owns a beauty parlor called "Eau de Toilette" or "Showers by (name of gay guy)" and hankers, all too predictably, after Piolo Pascual.


Blogger Momel said...

ha haa, talagang may kuwento pa ha? Sobrang witty ka and bakla-ish at the same time. Wait. Isn't that one and the same?

Anyway, I love looove your blog!

Props and two snaps in a finger! Galing!

12:01 AM  
Blogger laitera said...

anything to make sense of all this kabaliwan, momel.

12:11 AM  

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