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NEVER use “Vogue” if it’s not “kering-keri” by the people making rampa or dancing to it.

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Madonna was in her early 30s when “Vogue” was released in 1990, and only she can make rampa or dance to that song no matter how old she is. For the rest of us, the madlang pehpohl, there’s a need to discern if it’s kering-keri or not.

Me no carry “Vogue.” Hehe. Me carry Vogue magazine only. Vogue that’s on sale at Booksale. Only when Angelina Jolie and some other favorites are on the cover. If the cover is not a favorite, me no carry Vogue mag even if it’s on sale.

There’s this tall pile of magazines waiting to be read, along with the books and newspapers in the room, so that each time I’m there, it’s like, Pressure!

Despite the tall pile, I still continue buying books, magazines and newspapers with the wish-ko-lang I can read them all within this year. OK, the next five years. Wish ko lang. It’s a wish, not exactly a to-do list. “One Day,” the latest book I’m reading, is proving to be not true to its title––it has been many days and I’m still on the first quarter of its pages, it should have been titled Many Days. Hehe.

Like Divisoria here in Cagayan de Oro, its aroma has been that of a dirty rest room for Many Many Days now. All along we thought the Night Cafe was the culprit behind that ewww smell, but that cafe is no longer there and the smell has remained the same. Kudos to the violet party for succeeding in turning over that aroma from one administration to the next? O my gas.

But the bigger problem now is the city’s ambience. Haze, anyone? No thanks to Indonesia’s forest fires. Wear masks, close the windows, stay indoors, then watch the horror film “The Mist.” Based on Stephen King’s novel, this is one movie that may finally convince us to be afraid of the haze which CDO ignored for a while, with most Cagayanons clueless on the dangers of inhaling it.

Any Stephen King story can keep you awake the whole night. His description of a particular scene is always as clear as a clear blue sky, sans the haze, so if he writes about a mysterious mist enveloping a community, surely you will feel that mist even in your bones. Brrrrr.

Looking at the big picture, that is, if it’s still visible amidst the haze, you could see that the haze must be the most appropriate ambience for Philippine politics. Haven’t you noticed? Hazy politics. Hazy politicians. Hazy campaign. Hopefully no hazy election.

It was 42 degrees Celsius at 11:37 am on Saturday. And it was 41 at 11:36 am. Per the car’s thermostat anyway. Had that increased by one degree every minute, would you have rushed to Mount Everest where there’s fog instead of haze?

I have this bad habit of opening the curtains the moment I wake up to see if it’s cloudy or not. Cloudy means no walking: what if it rains! Not cloudy means walking. So, had walking been my chosen exercise for now, then I always have an excuse, thanks to the haze. It’s almost like I’m wishing for cloudy so I won’t have to walk early in the morning. Then, I can go back to sleep and continue dreaming of scenarios which I forget the moment I’m awake, which can be a blessing in disguise if you had a nightmare that resembled a scene in “The Mist.”

The haze is never kering-keri by the environment, nor by our health. While it remains in the city’s ambience, there’s “The Mist” again haunting us with what the haze may bring. Be afraid, be very afraid.

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