i feel so dreamy these past few days…everything is so surreal — is that the right term for that? anyways…don’t worry, i’m nowhere near sappy. when i said dreamy, i didn’t mean the i’m-in-love-and-the-world-could-just-melt-now-and-i-don’t-really-care-state…what i meant was that my attention is half attuned to what i’m doing and the other half is somewhere floating (near the ice cream stand, i guess)… im dreamy eyed in a sense because i’m only half-attentive in what’s going on around me…result is, i bump into things, i say ‘ha’ almost always when being addressed to (yes, im your next door idiot if u want to rub it in), i stop in the middle of what i’m doing because i was able to think of something – and my thoughts would just drift to lala land while i remain stationary in my own corner that i call world, etc. etc. etc.
now, is this a good thing? maybe, but let me tell you something, i had my wallet stolen recently. now let me ask again — is this a good thing?!HA!??!!
yeah yeah, im still bitter… i lost a very nice wallet, it was given to me by my mom’s bestfriend, im not a reptile lover, but i do appreciate the rough texture of the snake skin they used… i am so sure im the only one with that wallet here, coz she got it somewhere…anyways, i lost it in Victoria Plaza, at the groceries.
I was gonna buy milk and diapers for my children– flash forward— i was already at the counter, i had my stuff punched and packed — imagine my surprise when i opened my bag and —tada! –— my wallet’s missing… i had to have everything cancelled …(great…)
I had to run around the mall as if i was a madwoman because of it, I had to call every reinforcement i know (guard, customer service head, head security, head of the grocery dept., my mom, our relatives, friends, the radio broadcaster, the television crew, boy abunda, noli de castro, oprah, johnny depp…) to inform them that a certain petty thief had pulled his stunt on me and got away with it. Not to mention the crowd of onlookers, salesladies, promo girls, bag boys, and just the downright nosy, giving me their thoughts and opinions, their share of similar stories, some cussed and wished not only the thief’s death but of the thief’s whole clan (yes, he feels the pain too…), others shared their own experiences and how they coped with it, someone told his life story, some contributed their share of love, relationships, and views on karma and losses…
what a rowdy crowd i gathered — in my fifteen minutes of fame, with everybody getting hyped and excited, i lost the chance to get intimate with Oprah when she asked me my plan of action… ok, scenario is, now, i am in the middle of a certain department store — with no money, not even a single centavo to redeem myself.i
If someone would hold me hostage and would ask for one cent as ransom money… i was so sure i was destined to be the next chop chop lady — i don’t think that any hostage taker who asks for one centavo as ransom money is open for negotiations… not to mention id get insulted first before my torture.. what an embarrassing way to die.
see? my thoughts are drifting again… ok, i let’s go back to me in the middle of my awesome fans during my fifteen-minute fame experience…