the frothy and the fabulous at the sona
salut! it's still i, the invincible madam m guest writing for this fabulous and gorgeous blog because my beloved apo is still indisposed just like a certain president of a republic when he is not in the mood to meet guests at the palace. (hangover, perhaps?) i rarely appreciate the intelligence of other people, but i give it to the smart readers of some newspapers to make sense of the trashy stories being peddled by broadsheets day in and day out in the name of readership, advertising revenue and what-have-you. this time, these smart readers are smarting over the big fashion event (the country's equivalent to the annual met gala in new york or the oscars at los angeles) this side of the third world -- the once-a-year state of the nation address or sona by the chief executive. while nursing my beloved apo, who has a slight fever but very much depressed lately, i catch on teevee the red carpet extravaganza that would put real fashionistas gwyneth paltrow, ange...