staring at a sad future
“i want to grow old without facelifts... i want to have the courage to be loyal to the face i've made. sometimes i think it would be easier to avoid old age, to die young, but then you'd never complete your life, would you? you'd never wholly know you.” -- marilyn monroe, the screen goddess who allegedly committed suicide at age thirty six in nineteen sixty two. to this day, her death remains a mystery. last night, at the formerly upscale bar and restaurant in greenbelt two, i saw and heard an ageing but still flamboyant high to middle class society fixture and columnist asking for a young man's name and number. when the young man, a trainee at the restaurant, refused, he asked the pretty waitress to do the deed. i overheard the waitress telling the handsome young waiter in training: "sige na, makipagkilala ka na. mabait at mayaman yan." the young man retorted: "ayoko nga, mukha ng bangkay yan." i was aghast. and sad at the same time...