Thank God I’m Poor
I’ve said it before. The rich have more problems than me. They sleep in air-conditioned rooms, vacation in Amanpulo, have breakfast in UCC, gamble in Macau, walk around Greenbelt with their Gucci Bags and their CMG shoes, spend thousands and thousands of money straightening their hair, then curling it, then cutting it, then having extensions. But they would kill to have my life.
I realize this again when I came across an addicting and entertaining blog, which was referred to me one day by my seatmate/officemate/flyermate Shady Los Angeles. It is sick how fascinated I am by this blog. And I will refer you to the link once you finish my entry.
It basically talks about the squabbles of the filthy rich: their careers wasting space in newspaper columns with fashion and society events, which we REAL writers could fill up with prose and intelligent discourse about politics, the environment, space travel, the future of mankind, EXTRA TERRESTRIAL LIFE! (pant… pant… pant…) , their petty fights over who sleeps with whom and when and how, and of course, the biggest problem they always face: MONEY. Too much of it or lack of it. It’s always a problem.
And here I am, in my tiny little room, typing on my little computer that only cost me P25k (ni-loan pa sa bangko!), the humid summer air being quenched by my brandless electric fan (Nova? Not the junk food), my books right beside me — rescued from various bargain bins around the metro, while watching the third episode of the first season of The West Wing (on pirated DVD) via my pirated copy of Cyberlink DVD. My son is sleeping on our double-deck bed which we bought from one of the suburban furniture stores in Marikina. And in front of me is my ever-reliable Motorola L6 — sleek and cheap — which hasn’t stopped beeping all evening, from texts of friends whose lives are as simple and insane as mine.
Tomorrow morning, I will take a bath (using timba and tabo) and do my morning rituals, watch Unang Hirit while eating oatmeal, put on my fairly fashionable outfits —- an assortment of clothes from F & H, Bayo, Plains & Prints, Tomato, and St. Francis Square tiangge —- and walk towards the San Mateo highway to take a jeepney ride to work.
I love my little life.
Oh yeah, the link to the blog: http://delfindjmontano.blogspot.com/
