My blood pressure just hit the roof. I’ve had enough of reading the news about the Philippine political scene. I thought of writing the “lores of ‘noble’ houses of the
” but decided to
stop because I get so mad at these assholes that it’s ruining my mood. So now
I’m writing this. Philippines
So I got so fed up with paying fines (fucking assholes! Do they really expect me to park my car somewhere appropriate in a city as big as a can of sardines?) and my debts, and working all week long, that I decided to go do what any other penniless blogger would do- a trip to the most luxurious principality of Europe- MONACO. Yes, I need a vacation, a day-tripping somewhere else. I don’t need to get laid for now.
It’s a pauper’s trip. Just 35 euros and I get to see
and Nice in Monte Carlo . France
I’m kind of risking my life here. Currently, my permit to stay in
Europe is still in the
Questura and they’re still processing my papers. Theoretically speaking, I am
an alien whose legal status on European soil is uknown. They still to decide if
I’m a legally existing individual or an illegal alien, thus I’m not supposed to
go beyond the borders of . Italy
But fuck it. Everything’s been so fucked up from the very beginning. So I decided to take everything in my own hands. I’ll grab happiness like grabbing someone else’s crotch- daring and pleasing and fucked up all together.
This trip wasn’t really part of my big 2014 plan. I was supposed to go to the Aerosmith concert but nobody wanted to come with me to
they’re all probably fans of those goddamn twinks One Direction or Justin
Then I saw Nicole Kidman’s Grace of Monaco, and the next day I heard that there was a group tour going to the French Riviera. So that was it. It was decided.
Despite my poverty, I still haven’t lost my princely arrogance and Doña Victorina-esque pomp. I’m gonna buy a fresh summer shirt, new pair of shoes, comfy and classic short pants, sky-blue underwear, and a hair-cut (believe it or not, I don’t even have the time to get a decent haircut). And to top it all, I rummaged in every inch of my dirty cell for every cent and euro so I have some money to squander on something indulging (other than paying fines and debts).
As I said, it was Nicole Kidman who urged me to visit the gambling centre of
Europe. Yes, I am that
shallow when it comes to Nicole Kidman. But I still haven’t lost my character
as a culture vulture. Hope to see some interesting museum and palaces, enjoy
the summer sun, and have a great time.