perspective

i'm all about it.

you might catch my friend richie on the 405 in his big black truck with a surfboard in the back, all decked out in his nursing scrubs and never guess that he's probably listening to nsync's christmas album in the middle of summer.

models here in the philippines, more often than not, take the bus to get to their shoots. nothing wrong with that, its just not all glamour.

i remember being a kid, sitting in my dad's blue toyota cressida watching my cousin engaged in a rather serious conversation with her friend outside. my cousin had on overall shorts with only one strap over her shoulder and thick socks bunched up just above her high-tops. her far less fashionable friend was rocking the parachute pants in a pattern that clashed horribly with, what i can only describe as a wide-brimmed, oversized newspaperboy cap. a deaf spectator might have guessed that their heated exchange was about world politics or even an asshole boyfriend. but it wasnt. they were debating whether or not the newer sanrio characters posed any real threat to the original kerokerokeropi and friends. i just sat there, head out the window, wondering if i could ever be as cool as them and praying that one day i would be.

at the new employee orientation of my last job at the viceroy, we were asked to pick our dream place in the world and provide the reason for our choice. a new dizty woman from sales picked paris because its, like, so romantic. a young bellboy went on about the relaxed vibe in spain. east africa, particularly tanzania, did it for me. then a mexican man from the kitchen staff spoke. humbly, he said that his dream has always been to see america. and now, he couldnt be happier because his dream has come true.

we're all lucky, kids.