Nevergirl’s

I dislike going out because on days when I do venture out to do the groceries or visit the doctors, the city drains me of energy and leaves me tired and wanting to pack up my bags and move – somewhere without traffic or traffic lights, preferably, like Tubigon or in the middle of Agusan del Sur. I like people, but not crowds. I like places, just not malls. I like new things, just not falling in line to buy them.

This makes friends curious, naturally. I’ve been asked a lot of questions, ranging from “What do you do at home?” to “Don’t you get bored?” My answer would have to be “A lot!” to the former, and a resounding “No!” to the latter. I mean, come on. When you can spend weekends cavorting with the husband and the kids and workdays like this, would you really want to go out at all?

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I believe many things. I believe…

… that gazing at stars never gets old.

… that always finding ways to veer conversations around politics or one’s net worth is the equivalent of getting beat up by a newspaper or passbook.

… that conciseness is not always the soul of wit. At times, it’s egg and cheese omelette and three glasses of ice-cold, blended Lipton Brisk tea (with lemon and honey).

… that there are always instances when hoarding is a must – hoarding Eden or Quickmelt cheese, for instance, or Maybelline Cat’s Eye Mascara, or notebooks, or industrial supplies, or scented oils and scented candles.

… that I’d probably stop watching Stylista if Janice Dickinson became a contestant.

… that blowing bubbles is a treat for the young and the old.

… that many of the things I wanted at 15 would do zero for me now that I’m 27.

… that I could always do with one more dress in the closet (Strangely, I don’t believe the same of shoes. I haven’t bought a new one in almost a year!) but might have to do without because these are such tough times we live in.

… that imagination is far more precious than a trust fund, but it would rock to be given both.

… that Mondays will always suck, but one could always pretend to like it for the sake of growing to like it.

… that sinugbang baboy and lechon are great equalizers. They bring everyone – rich or poor – to their knees.

… that you don’t need to make perfect sense to make a blog post.

… that all girls are born with unquestionable rights to life, liberty, and blogging. And, on this note, I’m sharing with you the blog of my five-year-old. Her name is Alex, and only recently, she asked everyone in the household to address her as Miss Alex. How very pretentious, how very offbeat!

What about you? What do you believe?

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If you’ve ever been around brides at all, you know they go crazy before the wedding day. They change their minds more often than they change underwear, magnify every little glitch in the planning, obsess about coming down with zits on the day itself and not having Pronexin to make it go away, worry that the bridesmaids won’t be there on time, yada, yada.

Well, anyway, I talked to a friend yesterday and promised her I’d go to her wedding even if it’s in Manila… and while I mapped out the trip in my mind (even though it might not happen for two years more because yes, I’m strange like that), it occurred to me that weddings would be a lot easier on the pocket if we do them like the hippies do.

How so?

Well, hippie weddings are quick to throw. You just ask a judge or a pastor to show up, give somebody a guitar (with instructions to play it at the right time), and find a hillside for everyone and the couple to stand barefoot in. There would be no wedding cake, no invitation cards, no party favors, and no asking what went into the brownies.

And, if you want to take it further and turn it into a friends of the earth ceremony of sorts, you can save even more. The bride can wear unbleached cotton for her dress, you can serve organic vegetables at the reception, and make recycling bins the statement pieces of the occasion.

Yep, a hippie or friends of the earth wedding is cool. I can’t think of a single name who would want that over the usual nine yards, though. Can you?

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