d'great digicam hunt

armed with purchasing power -- having received the sacrament of bonus money -- we trooped to the secret enclaves of quiapo in search for cheap but sophisticated digital cameras (hereunto referred to as digicams).

it's really quite romantic that we chose the first of May to purchase the coveted gizmos. on that day devoted to the sacrifices of the working class, we treated ourselves to the absolute luxury of the most high-tech vanity tool. what is that thing again about the fruits of your labor?



it turned out that the fruits of our labor were Cannon Ixus 7.1 million megapixels of yumminess. it would set as back P16,500 each (of course this was haggled price, and mommy bea's boyfriend had to endure the stern resistance of the chinese store owner). mommy bea bought one, mama rene bought one, bugan bought one. lil jessica bought a funny little contraption that you can stick to your camera, so in turn, the camera can be stuck anywhere else. it's called a gorillapod and it's truly cute.

i pretended to believe in the virtue of saving. plus i still haven't gotten over the digicam banne and i lost in Enchanted Kingdom last year. when i told my sister i lost her graduation gift, i could hear her heart break over the phone all the way from dubai. such sad thoughts.

(the rest of our bonus money would pay for brother's tuition fees, sister's laboratory fees, mama's hospital bills, papa's house improvement projects, tito's babuyan business, tita's utangs, bunso's cell phone, lola's load, kuya's 52nd baby, mang carding's pam-piyansa, aling nena's debut, what-have-you. in short, to everyone back home.)



it's true what they say about our generation. we are absolutely vain. you only have to switch the tv on and watch channels after channels of advertising directed to our age bracket selling "age miracle creams" and "age-defying shampoo". you cannot count the number of "beach bods" contests with the your fingers and toes. you can barely travel thru C5 without getting a stiff neck from turning your head to porn-ish billboards.

we are absolutely in love with ourselves. we have learned to equate great looking clothes to a successful career; fair skin to a happy love life; toned body to healthy living. our older siblings' generation had their depression, our parents' had their free love, our lolos' had their revolutions, we have our looks. and by george, do we look good. go to any mall and stare at us in our pamporma attire and tell me i'm lying.



at the end of our labor day escapade, we went to see Ang Cute ng Ina Mo. it's a perfect movie if you don't want to think. you just need to sit down and listen to Eugene Domingo's faux ausie accent. it's hysterical.

we might want to be cool, but we really crave for a good ai ai movie.