Electric Blue

I wore electric blue eyeshadow to school last Thursday. I used thick eyeliner too, for emphasis. So—why? Why do I go to school looking like a stray saleslady from the supermarket checkout at SM? Why do I want to make myself look ridiculously vain and vainly ridiculous? There’s a really simple answer to that question: because I can.

I don’t want to die without trying green contact lenses on, tasting all the cheese in the world, finding the best tokwa’t baboy in this country, getting piss-ass drunk, taking the obligatory orange sunset picture, writing a complete song for Marco, recording said song, finishing the PSP game Patapon, getting 50 karma at Plurk, learning how to snap my fingers snappily, whistling louder, walking saucily in five-inch kitten heels, discovering the geneology of the Lanuzo family, finding the perfect scarlet lipstick and little black dress, having my own website and learning how to do Photoshop.

I don’t want to die without finishing college, seeing my brother and my parents have a sustainable future and my dogs with someone to feed them twice a day, earning enough money to buy a car and a house and pay for the shopping bills, marrying a husband who would love me as much as I love him, having a kid who’d be smart, pretty, witty, and well-dressed, seeing the whole of Europe with them, and writing the story of my life and publishing it (even if it’s just for myself).

I don’t want to die without wearing electric blue eyeshadow to school.