“The day I was born I was born free and that is my Privilege.”

“May wedding invitation tayo,” my mother said to me while I was putting down my umbrella and looking at my poor feet that were wet, soaked on Helen’s water slides. Let’s just say, yeah, I like rainy days, hug-your-pillow days, drool-on-soup days, but not as much as the green bell peppers on my mother’s little garden adore it. And going home from work, walking for less than a half hour from my office to MRT to save my so valued 8 pesos is not really that great to be a hobby. Wffpttt!

“Kanino galing?” I asked her.

“Kay Kuya Jorge.” she replied.

I was so excited to take a peek at the invitation. It’s purple and it’s pink and it’s with little crystals and I blink. <Grin> Dr. Seuss’s into me.

And here they are coming from the vast expanse of a timeless place where silence ruled the outer space.. just utilizing the red-ity carpet-y melodramatic introduction. Ms. Milk and Mr. Coffee and I suddenly want a frappe.

But the humungous problem lies on the airfare. Sigh.