After our Johan Strauss lunch last friday at Apartment 1B, I went with Manolyn to her condo in one of the towers in Rockwell. She invited me to look at some of the dresses she sells from Paris. She converted one of the rooms as her private boutique. It’s only open to her friends and ADB officials.
Her unit is on the 34th floor. It truly has a nice view. She said the view is better from the living room. I didn’t not go to the living room because I was in a hurry to leave. I was feeling dizzy and I was also worried of the Friday traffic.
The clothes are for slim ladies like her. Those with perfect proportions. Mine defies calculus and algebra. There is no formula to calculate my vital statistics.
Manolyn is pang Miss Universe. Look at her waistline. Ako merong waist, pero walang line.
She’s a Cambodian princess. She lives in Manila because her British husband works at ADB. His customary gift to her is a Hermes bag. I saw the photo of her husband. He looks like James Bond.
I am really no condo dweller. I felt dizzy every time I visited a condo. I felt claustrophobic while waiting for the elevator to open.
I also do not like the idea of coming home and seeing strangers in the elevator. Feeling ko wala ako sa bahay. Parang mag-o-opisina ako.
Kung condo, I need to be properly or decently dressed every time I go out of my unit. I cannot hang around in the lobby wearing my favorite gula-gulanit na daster. Edmund cannot go out wearing shorts and sando.
