It's been rather chilly here in BKK the past couple of days... and chilly means 22 degrees in the evening. Brrr...
If anything, the cool weather reminds me that Christmas is fast approaching and for sure Las Islas Filipinas is deep into the holidays already, at least starting September, di ba mga kababayan?
Christmas is so not my thing. It just does not go with my skin tone.
But then, I love receiving gifts, who doesn't, non? And since I know Santa Claus reads my blog, instead of sending him a letter to the North Pole, I might as well post my wish list here. I'm writing this early so he has enough time to pack them and send them to BKK.
Dear Santa, I know I've been a good boy this year. I have not been eating carbs since June and I have been refusing plastic bags from Seven-Eleven. Don't you think I merit a larger loot from you this year?
Santa, I really, really insist that you give me these stuff on Christmas day. I would even put up a Christmas tree this year so you'd know where to place the gifts when you visit my little room in the attic next month.
Now let's start, shall we, Santa? Do you have a pen and paper with you all ready?... Game!
A Canon G10. I heard they're releasing the G11 sometime next year, so if you can get it in advance please do so. I mean, try using your influence. You're Santa Fucking Claus after all.
One year subscription of Vogue Paris, Italian Vogue, American Vogue, i-D, Arena Homme Plus, Les Officiel Hommes, Dazed and Confused, Time Magazine, and Newsweek. Hmmm... Why don't you make that a three-year subscription so I don't have to bother you with this wish next year?
A Vespa... in black. Ciao!
Hope in a Jar... coz Oprah said so. Hmmm, make that a dozen bottles coz I don't want to ask it from you next year.
An air ticket to India... round trip of course. And no, Santa, I don't fly budget airlines. Like, HALER???
And if you can add a two-week stay in some ten-star hotel there, I would not mind of course. I'm like so tired of being a backpacker, you know.
An air ticket to Brazil. I haven't visited my home for... I don't know, I've lost count of the years.
I know it sounds like human trafficking, if not white slavery, but if you can add a Brazilian-Japanese into the package, well, I promise not to feed him carbs. Wait, make that two Brazilian-Japanese so that they can play with each other when I'm not around, no?