Cinderella had a fairy godmother. Although we both lost our dads, I am nothing like her. I have no wicked sisters, only amazing and sometimes annoying ones. The closest person I had to a stepmother (and we weren't even THAT close) was my dad's girlfriend who was far from evil. I don't have rats for friends (I loathe them!). I don't believe that one day my prince charming will come to rescue me (maybe I'll be the one to rescue him? hehe!). You will never catch me wearing glass slippers and I would never be as so careless to lose a shoe. Lastly, I don't have a fairy Godmother.
I, on the other hand, have an uncle. A fairy Gods-gift-to-me uncle. Freddie. (He doesn't like it when I call him Uncle. Says it makes him feel old. Which he is so not.)
He gave me my Palm Pilot and just recently, he asked me what I wanted from the U.S. as he was sending a box full of goodies for us. Went to target.com to check out stuff and emailed him a list of the items that I liked. The next day, he messages me in YM and tells me that Target is a cheap store and that I should look in Nordstrom's or Macy's instead. And to also check out the stuff in Banana Republic, Gap and Old Navy.
Am I lucky or am I lucky? Hehe!
And then when I posted my Galera pictures (yes, he reads my blog. Hi Freddie!), he messages me again in YM and says, "If you're going to post pictures, you might as well post nice ones (pertaining to the quality of the photo, not the subjects). And that's why I'm sending you a digital camera!"
I've been clapping my hands in utter delight for the past week.
But today was the biggest surprise of all. He's making one of my dreams come true. I have a list of places I have to visit before I die. And come May, I am scratching one of those places off my list. No, it ain't Brazil. Neither is it Morocco or Cambodia. Or Spain. Or Bora-bora. In about 4 months, I'll be visiting the beautiful and interesting country of Vietnam! Woohoo! Hooray! Yipee! Yehay! Yihaaa! *does the dance of joy* I'll be going there with him and his family (Hi Thao, Dylan and ET--I hope you're not crying anymore). He's invited me and my sister, Marby, to come along.
HAPPINESS!!!!
Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo!!! *poof*
Bunny @ Tuesday, January 11, 2005
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about moi
Loves the beach, wishes she had more time and money to travel, recently got hooked to
climbing mountains, reads anything she can get her hands on, frustrated writer, adores her
3-year-old Lhasa Apso, Tashi,
constantly needs caffeine, wonders when she'll quit smoking, and will most
likely die due to liver complications from drinking too much (if the cigarettes
doesn't get to her lungs first). Can't live without accessories especially
big, dangling earrings, shoe freak (aren't we all?), sucker for discovering
hole-in-the-wall restaurants, will ingest anything spicy, enjoys giving and receiving
massages, addicted to Friends, Sex and the City and CSI, goes gaga over kids, dreams of
being alone with Jim Morrison and smoking a joint with Bob
Marley. Would love to party with Gwen Stefani, shop with Patricia Field, write poetry with
Maya Angelou and have Sting, Nelson Mandela, Mark Twain and Bono over for
dinner.
