No, I haven't dropped off the face of the earth. Au contraire I have been suspended in air and I'm accumulating Mabuhay Miles living on plane food and passing time listening to my Lauryn Hill doo wop me off my boredom. I couldn't get online for a couple of weeks because I have been traveling and spending time with my father, the Colonel.
This Miles thingie is getting to be an addiction. Everytime the Colonel would tell me we're flying somewhere the first thing that pops in my head is if I get Miles. So when he said that we're going to Legaspi my mind went overdrive and a single word floats: MILES. I took a hold of myself and ask too casually what airline we're flying he replied Philippine Airlines my face breaks into a smile like a Cheshire cat.
But as soon as we land at Legaspi City I started fretting. I brought the wrong clothes. Too many shorts, too many spaghetti straps, too many halter sundresses when it rains there all the time. My luggage is still full of my Boracay clothes. No shorts, no spaghetti straps, no halter sundresses allowed when the Colonel is around and MOST ESPECIALLY if the the Colonel is surrounded by his bodyguards. Despite being labelled a rebel I try to conform too especially if the Colonel is around. I survived that trip wearing jeans and a lousy shirt every time I go out of my room and occasionally use my trusted thai pants.
I never used to worry about stuff like these before. Then again I was still working in Purgatory Land slaving for two falllen angels for bosses so I had no need to worry if my clothes will pass the Colonel's taste.
So now I am off again. Gotta run to the airport again this time to pick up my older sister -Tanduay Babe, and my brother - 3rd Mate. Whoooohooooo! Family reunion!!! I am soooo excited. This might be something for the family annals again. I'm planning to just watch and place bets this time but I think I should prepare my Everlast just in case.