cardboard love

risa santos

A Radiohead song playing in my head:  “She looks like the real thing/ She tastes like the real thing…”

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boys & girls

karl

With the girls (and somebody’s boyfriend) two Fridays ago. Photo courtesy of long lost drinking buddy and erstwhile editor Acel (middle). Glad to know her liver hasn’t killed her yet.

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Believe it or not, we’re Slipknot. We just find the Philippine climate too cumbersome for our masks.

night rides

There is something oddly dreamy in traveling by bus in the dead of night under a pouring rain. The sleeping establishments along EDSA look enigmatic if watched from behind a misty window. Neon lights are beautiful. Buildings look asleep and dreaming. Smiling billboard goddesses tell me life is sweet.

Always, I put on music for good vibes. These days it’s Great White, funky Jack Russell singing, “The freeway is my song…”

Next time I’ll try Dylan.

Music, midnight rain, window seats. Maybe life is really sweet, if only I know how to appreciate it.