No high hopes for me this year. That was clear from the start.
But hey, she turned out alright after all. As Pinay as one could be.
No nip and tucks. No medical wonders.
Those twenty-four crownless years doesn't matter for now. I would have cried if I were so gay (and I am not) while watching Anna stand there, not even a finalist yet in the heart of it all. I believe, I know that she sent the message right and apt: Maganda pa rin ang pinay.
But that doesnt excuse Ms. Araneta and Mr. Pitoy from an apt reprimand. But let's leave that for my future posts.
01 June 2007