Sunday, November 26, 2006

Weekend Fun
I am such a lazybone. I've been promising myself that I will blog as much as I can, but I've never been that good in keeping promises. I reminded myself about the task at hand so often that it almost became a mantra. I will blog...I will blog...I will blog. I've been so busy last week that I couldn't squeeze in blogging into my exhausting schedule (like I keep one). I dozed off this afternoon at exactly three o'clock and woke up to my brother's strong hand shaking me awake so I could eat dinner. I hurried out of my room without combing my hair because I caught a whiff of my dad's sumptuous, mouth-watering chopsuey. I can't resist a dish made of vegetables. Screw diets, nobody can keep me away from a plateful of veggies. I felt so refreshed after about six hours of sleep that I don't even feel sleepy now while typing away.

Last week,like all the other Saturdays in my life, I headed straight to Market! Market! with Tippy. She went there to see Kathy and I, to meet Augy. We sat in one of the tables outside McDonald's after Kathy and her officemate from Telus arrived. They ate 'lunch' while Tippy and I talked about work, Xbox, Valium and other random things. After a few minutes of chattering and laughing, my phone rang. I stared at the screen in surprise when I saw a Cavite landline number flashing. I debated with myself on whether I should answer the call or not. It wasn't our home phone number and I couldn't think of anybody else from Cavite who would call me early in the morning. I pressed a key to talk to the caller and ended up wracking my brain to match the sophisticated voice with a familiar face. I didn't recognize the voice so I asked who the caller was.

Gurl, Si Erika to! Nahold up ako sa bus!

I gasped in shock. Images of Erika crossing the street to take the bus going to Baclaran flashed in my head. Tippy and I waved goodbye while she sashayed into the opposite direction and then we hailed a cab to Market! Market!

She narrated how she waited for another bus to arrive because the first one she hailed was full of passengers and then the next one had vacant seats so she got in. On weekdays, MMDA officials would have tables under the flyover going to the World Trade Center, but not on weekends. When the bus turned going to DFA and Libertad, five men announced the robbery. The man sitting across from Erika's seat was one of them. He asked Erika for her phone. Seeing that one of them had a gun, she took out her old Nokia 3210 and handed it over. The man not contented with what she gave him, asked for her money so she took out her Louis Vuitton wallet from her Louis Vuitton bag and shoved the 60 pesos at him.

Criminal: Pera mo?!
Erika: Yan na nga pera ko. Huwag mo na akong kapkapan, wala akong bulsa!


One of the robbers looked at her...

Erika: Anong tinitingin-tingin mo?!

The robbers took her bag. Cosmetics, her office ID, every single item inside ended up littered on the floor. Frustrated upon finding out that it was the only money she really had, they moved on without noticing Erika discreetly taking off her hoop earrings and wristwatch. The watch fell on the floor with a clank. Erika almost died of anxiety with the thought that one of them might hear the sound. When they got down in Baclaran, Erika had to pick up her stuff on the floor. She found out that one semi-precious stone fell out of the hoop earrings into a filthy nook in the bus. The other traumatized passengers asked her how much she lost to the robbers.

Erika: Sabi ko 2000 pesos. Ayoko nga sabihin na 60 pesos!

With her 60 pesos gone and only 6 pesos left, she hailed a cab to get home to Bacoor and paid 300 pesos when she got there. She went online and searched for the list of phone numbers that Ryan sent before to get my number and call me.

Me: What happened to your bag?
Erika: Nasa akin.
Me: I thought kinuha na. (Her Louis Vuitton bag and wallet are not fake.)
Erika: Mabigat yun. Mahihirapan sila tumakas.
Me: Oo nga. Parang weird kung naka-puruntong shorts yung mama tapos may Louis Vuitton handbag. Halata na di sa kanya. Hahaha.
Erika: Alam ba nila yung Louis Vuitton! I don't think so. Yung isang girl dun nashock kasi kinuha phone niya. Super text kasi sa bus. Supot na lang tuloy na may tinapay naiwan sa kanya. Tumingin sa akin. Naku, gusto ko sabihin na huwag siya tumingin. Pangit niya!
Me: Ikaw talaga. Sabi nga ng bro ko noon na kahit suot ko yung Bvlgari with black onyx ko hindi naman nila alam na Bvlgari yun. Haha.


After talking to her, I handed the phone to Tippy so they could talk before saying goodbye to Erika.

I told Augy about Erika's robbery experience in the bus while we were in Heaven n' Eggs. The waiter who is so used to us ordering Adobo Flakes, informed us that they ran out of our favorite food. We ended up eating Katsu Met Curry and Meatloaf and Sausage Slammer instead.

When I got home that night, I narrated the incident to my lola.

Lola: Ayan, tapos gabi ka na umuuwi. Dapat maaga pa.
Me: Kung maaga ako umuwi kanina, sana nahold up din ako kasi lagi kami sabay ni Erika. Hmp.

A few days later, Erika and I talked about it in the office.

Me: Naisip mo ba na kung nandun si Jill at nangyari yung 'catfight inside a moving bus episode' niya, palpak ang robbery? Hindi makakaporma yung robbers kay Jill habang sinusuntok at tinatadyakan niya yung girl. Baka masapak din sila.

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The next day, my parents and I went to Canyon Woods in Batangas upon the invitation of my mom's boss, TYS (their family is used to calling each other by their initials). The family driver, Kuya Julius and the maid, Ate Virgie picked us up from our house. They had to wait for a few minutes because I was putting on makeup and my dad was looking for his other stuff. TYS wanted our whole family to sleep over, but my brothers who are painfully shy thought of every reason not to come. In the end, I was the only one who agreed to come except I will go home in the afternoon and only my parents will stay overnight.

I couldn't resist the invitation because it has been years since we last went there. Our favorite houseboy, Erwin was still working with us then and we took him along with my grandparents. My mind was imagining so many photos I could take of myself. Yes, I am vain that way.

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Upon leaving the house

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Sitting beside my mom

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Cavite, on the way to Batangas

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In Mahogany Market

We rode the CRV and stopped by Mahogany Market to buy bulalo and guinatang tilapia. Along the way we found a shop selling lechon manok and since TYS wanted to eat chicken, we bought one. My dad bought peanuts from a female vendor who knocked on the window. My dad couldn't resist buying stuff from vendors everytime we travel. We ended up munching on peanuts while listening to reports of Brian Viloria's boxing match on the radio.

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On the way to the casitas

When we got to Canyon Woods, TYS was taking her morning walk so we waited for her to arrive. My mom called her on the phone and heard her huffing and puffing. When she arrived in the casitas, she told us that she has a schedule of the shows in the Golf pavillion including that of the Pacquiao-Morales match.

TYS: Guapa guid si Pempem! Laki mo na!

She is an Ilongga and she talks to my mom in Bisaya. She asked my mom if I know how to speak in Ilonggo. I tell her I can only speak a few phrases, but I understand the dialect.

Kuya Julius was so excited that we handed the food to Ate Virgie and took off to the Clubhouse. We walked down the stone staircase, passed by the mini-golf area where foreigners were playing and then strolled along the cement planks beside the lake. They strolled while I tiptoed because the planks had spaces in between and I wore my strappy multi-colored sandals and I didn't want to have one of the heels go straight through the gaps.

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My parents with Kuya Julius

We found out that it wasn't the golf pavillion, but the Clubhouse so we had to walk back. We passed by kids fishing in the lake and teenagers screaming while splashing around in the pool beside the Clubhouse. I was starting to sweat like a pig in my black lacey cardigan and white tank top. Who told me to wear such an outfit in that weather anyway?! Nobody. I just thought it would be cool to look ultra-feminine in Canyon Woods. I took out my blue umbrella from my bulky Girbaud bag and Kuya Julius ended up laughing at me. Everyone was there to enjoy the outdoors while I looked like I was headed to the mall.

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If you only know how sweaty I felt...

Zarina, TYS' youngest daughter opened the door for us. The casitas reserved for my parents right across from theirs wouldn't be available so we had to stay in their casitas. TYS and Ate Virgie went out so only she was left there. She doesn't speak Tagalog that much because she grew up in the States and studied in Canada. She marveled at how grown up I am now because the last time we saw each other was when she dropped by for a short visit when I was in my teens. She is my generous supplier of romance books and children's literature. Her books were passed on to me. The hardbound copy of one of my favorite novels, The Little Women was a gift from her.

I've grown so fond of the Sarmiento family. I know their story right from the successful business ventures of the three Sarmiento brothers, their offsprings and the third generation. I grew up in Sarmiento Building (now Karrivin Plaza) in Pasong Tamo Ext. in Makati. I remember wonderful Christmas parties in their house in North Forbes Park where the kids would line up to greet FSII, TYS' husband and my mom's original boss. We would be given money and bags of chocolate crinkles (before the yummy treat became famous). One Christmas, I ate one whole bag by myself because I was an unica hija then and ended up doubling over in pain. Gluttony at a young age. Tsk, tsk. Years after that, FSII lived in Cebu then Davao, the clan sold Sarmiento Building II, I transferred from Makati Hope to Chung Hua and I seldom saw them except for phone conversations with TYS when she looks for my mom.

Last Sunday, we talked about days gone by. Of kids growing up and old people having more wrinkles. Of employees and old friends. FSII suffered a stroke and moved from Davao back to Forbes. He was in Canyon Woods the day before, but went home because he got tired. Kuya Carlo, a former employee of the Sarmientos and one of my mom's friends from way back has already married. His mom still works for FSII's best friend, Angelo King (of Victoria Court fame).

It was nice reminiscing about the old days. I miss being a kid so much with my checkered grade school uniform and my headband collection. After munching on my new favorite Rowena's buko pie that Zarina gave me, I left with my parents and Kuya Julius again to go to the Golf Pavillion. We had to drive there because it was too far away from the casitas to walk. When we got to the dining area where a wide screen was placed, we had to push ourselves into the throng of people lining up for the buffet. We felt dizzy standing in the cramped area so we drove back to the casitas to eat lunch. TYS told us that she and Ate Virgie went to the Clubhouse where the employees had a television turned on for the boxing match.

After the meal, we walked to the pavillion with me ruining my sandals in the process. It got caught in between the spaces of those planks. I could only sigh in frustration at the sight of the dents in one of the silver heels. The match had already started, but we had to contend with the late telecast so we sat by the balcony where my dad and Kuya Julius sipped coffee and I drank iced tea. I took pictures of the view and of myself, of course. The waiter we found out was from Iloilo. He shared the same last name with Kuya Julius and they ended up giving each other their addresses and phone numbers in the hopes that they are indeed related.

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The lake

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Waiting for the boxing match to start

After about 30 minutes, we got to watch Manny Pacquiao beat Erik Morales in such a short match. I was aghast in seeing how Erik Morales looked at the start of the match. He reminded me of a Holocaust victim or a POW. I would be willing to give him some of my fats.

We went back to the casitas after the match and retrieved the key to the unit my parents will share with Kuya Julius. It was beautiful and cozy with glass windows, a balcony and a granite fireplace. The bathroom was spacious and I ended up getting a complimentary shower cap to use at home. Hehe. Next on our itinerary was a trip to two family-owned lots in Tagaytay then to Sonya's Garden where my bladder almost burst if my dad and Kuya Julius didn't point me to the direction of the washroom. I took numerous pictures even if I looked bedraggled and exhausted.

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My favorite nook

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Tired but beautiful

For dinner, we went to the main Canyon Woods clubhouse (where a scene from Sukob was shot, the one after Kris' wedding). We feasted on fish, pork sisig and kare-kare. My mom gave me a tour of the whole place and TYS made me promise to bring my swimsuit next time so I can swim. Eeek!

Kuya Julius and my parents dropped me off in the main road between Lemery and Nasugbu so I can take the bus. I flagged an airconditioned Crow bus that left me regretting it when I felt like urinating before getting to SM Dasma. I had to control myself not to push people and sprint to the mall so I could pee. I was supposed to meet Kit in Netopia, but I ended up running to the washroom first. Kaya pala nagtext para meet ko siya, hihingi pala ng pambili ng shirt. Ang hirap maging ate. Before going home, I bought a box of brownies in French Baker for Gem. I was so exhausted that I ended up skipping work the next night to catch up on sleep.
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I saw the holiday decorations in Robinson's Place Imus the other night because I didn't take a nap in the bus. Barbie and the 12 Dancing Princesses. There were twirling Barbie dolls and twinkling lights. I couldn't resist so I took a picture to show my brother. My cousin, Quincy would love it!

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Barbie Love
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I was scheduled to go to a skin consultation in Slimmers World yesterday, but I almost cancelled the appointment because Augy couldn't leave the office early. I had to buy a copy of Metro magazine and sit in the office lounge for two hours before taking the cab to Market! Market!. I threw a tantrum like a spoiled child which I confess I could be at times. After my consultation, I was ecstatic at my new discovery (skin treatments) that I forgot about my morning fit. Augy did not fail to remind me about how I screamed at him on the phone. I accused him of raising his voice at me (defense mechanism ko).

His mom lovingly asked him to buy a top for her so we walked from Arnaiz Avenue to Glorietta. Imagine my amazement when we entered the shop and Augy's mom asked for the blouse she had asked to be reserved. It was a black off-shoulder blouse similar to the one that I have been lusting over for so long now. Shucks. May mahihiraman na ako ng damit. Haha.

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With the De Villas

We looked around for Spam Jam because that is where Augy wanted to eat. I kept asking him if he has not tired of eating Spam. Malamang hindi kasi we went around the mall before he decided to ask a guard for directions. Wala na pala yun. We ended up eating pasta, raisin cookie ala mode and pizza in Shakey's. I had a blast. Super fun. Augy bought me a headband with polka dots on it. Yipee! I have a new one to add to my childhood collection.

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Gem's hand tugging at my hair

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Yes, I am trying to seduce you. Haha.

feistylittle bitch
11:42 PM

Monday, November 13, 2006

Bitches all



So little time so many things to do. I can't squeeze in everything I need to do in a week. My junkshop slash room needs major cleaning. I can only wince when I see my dust-covered magazines, newspapers, study table and beauty products. The solution- I look away. I pretend the dust is not there. I imagine that the bottles and containers are lined up the way I want them to. My jewelry box is not brimming with accessories I just dump after using.

I saw my pet mouse scurrying out of my room the other night. He didn't even say hello to his mistress. The one who loves stashing munchies for him. My room is every rodent's dream hangout. There are two boxes filled with magazines and newspapers I have yet to read. I have this thing about keeping newspaper articles. I am starting to get over the habit. I can even stand to give away the copies of the Inquirer now unlike before when the only part I can give up is the Business section.

One obsession that I am starting to develop is collecting cookbooks. I love leafing through the pages, imagining I can cook and thinking of how heavenly each dish would taste. Insane. My dad's always in the house so I can't hone my nonexistent skills in cooking and baking lest I get criticized. He cooks really well. So well that I scrap my diet and spoon as much rice as my tummy can hold when he prepares the meals for us. For now, I am content with ogling at pictures and salivating over sumptuous food until he gets so busy with work in the office that I can mess up in the kitchen without him knowing.
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My aunts and cousins came for a visit during Ramadan and I only spent a few hours talking to them before retreating in my room. My cousin, Quincy pretended to be shy at first and then ended up feeding me Mr. Chips and doughnuts even if I told her I didn't want to eat. I was on a frigging diet for crying out loud. I already sneaked a few heavenly bites from the can of Danish cookies that my mom's boss gave her before my relatives arrived. The whole can ended up getting into Quin's tiny hands. Oh well.

Well-behaved Quin turned naughty after 30 minutes. I ended up wrestling with her on the floor. If you were up for more than 12 hours working nonstop, wrestling with a little kid is the last thing on your mind. That's why I'm not married yet. I simply do not know where to dig up the energy that working moms have.

Her little brother, Jeoff is a darling. He would run around and climb up the couch, but he wouldn't ask me to play rough and tumble games. Quin sweetly asked if we could go to my room instead of staying in the living room. And have her make a mess out of my already trashy-looking room?! No way. I insisted that we stay in the living room where we could watch television. I tried luring her into sitting in a corner by getting hold of the remote and searching for the Cartoon Network. She ignored the cartoon shows. I switched to Discovery Channel, but the sight of animals eating each other didn't even catch her attention.



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My aunt who just got home from Palau went with my mom to the market. I ended up tending to Quincy's whims while her mom took a nap on one of the couches in the living room. My body was aching after a few hours of playing with her and all I wanted was to snooze. Dealing with her is probably my karma for giving my aunt a hell of a time when I was a little girl in Antique. I must have been that bitchy to have to endure my cousin's crazy antics.

When I felt the exhaustion creeping slowly into my body, I sneaked slowly into my room and shut the door tight so she couldn't get in. I heard her rapping on the door and calling my name while her yaya asked her to shut up so I could sleep.

After only four hours, I was roused from a deep slumber by my lola. My stomach was rumbling and the smell of pasta seduced me out of my room. My mom and my aunt bought a whole big platter of baked macaroni and they were feasting on it. Screw diets. I attacked a plateful of the dish and kept coming back for more. I didn't want to go to work that night because it was one of the rare times that my relatives would come over. We don't really have a close knit family so I treasure the moments when we could just forget age-old quarrels and differences and just laugh over jokes and catch up on each other's lives.

My aunt brought pictures that they took of Quincy when she joined her school's Miss United Nations contest. She was Miss Philippines complete with a terno in red and blue with sequins scattered all over. I chuckled over the wooden clogs my aunt had her wear. Little miss bitch won the title because she was so 'bibo' that the judges couldn't resist giving her their votes. She and her partner got the award for the best float because my aunt bought a banana tree and had it cut. They attached it to the little side car and they even chose the one with ripe fruits on it. My uncle looked for bamboo that they placed at the back of the float along with a cute drawing of a carabao they attached in front. My aunt also placed brown soil and clumps of grass in front then completed the Filipiniana look by putting animal toys that Kit used for his school project on top of the grass. The parents also wore those wooden hats called salakot.

The whole thing was impressive. When I was 'forced' to be Miss Austria back in high school, I didn't take the contest seriously. I wrote scripts for the other contestants and just shrugged it off when I only made it to the top 15, but not to the top 5. I hated standing onstage the whole time in high heels, wearing an evening gown I detested and enduring pain from wounds on my knees made by pins the seamstress forgot to remove from my national costume. My classmates were forcing me to smile, but I couldn't because I felt like a homosexual in thick makeup and an overrated costume. My mom was the only one who enjoyed it. She ranted about my not making it to the finals when I gave better answers than Miss Canada who talked about the 'Nagaraya Falls'. What a stage mom.

My cousins stayed until the next day and they were still around when I got home from work. I cajoled Quincy into having her pictures taken with me, but she intentionally looked in different directions, made funny faces and rolled her eyes. 20 years ago, I threw tantrums before letting the photographer take pictures of me. My aunt, Quincy's mom had to pacify me and hold onto my arm tightly just so we could have decent portraits. She used to assure me that the photographer wouldn't shoot us dead. That flashing light was harmless.


Yes, this is karma.



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Kit told me that he was playing with Jeoff the night before when Quin entered the room and pushed her brother. He toppled into the bed like a rag doll. Quincy must think that her brother doesn't have breakable bones like her toys. Her Barbie did a Marie Antoinette and lost her head not because of the guillotine, but because Quincy thought it would be easier dressing up a Barbie without the head in the way. My aunt couldn't find where it rolled after. Imagine my horror when I found my Barbie in pink tutu slumped on top of our printer after they left. My cousin apparently entered my room the night before and convinced my mom to give her my precious doll to play with. I had to study for one whole year and have honors in my English and Chinese classes before my mom's co-worker, Tita Grace bought me the doll so I consider it really valuable.


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I have one teammate who I am really fond of. Not because we're really close, but because she does things that I can never muster enough courage to do in my whole life. She dresses really well and looks so put together and dainty most of the time. She buys her clothes in Bangkok during Christmas trips with her boyfriend. The first thing I noticed about her on the day we met was her green pair of stilettos that looked like sneakers. Cute. I couldn't help, but think how Gladz would love her outfits. During the first week of our training, I thought of her as snobbish because she kept to herself most of the time. She introduced herself as Jill, but her boyfriend calls her 'my little queen'. Sweet.

We get along really well. I could imagine her as a little sister because I am two years older. We would kid each other about being irate, irritable and violent sometimes because she sits near my station. I would tell Gem about her because she studied in DLSU-Dasma. My brother only knows her as the 'matapang na teammate ko na inaway si _____, yung klepto' until last week.

I was in the office early for my two-hour pre-shift overtime a.k.a subtle slavery doing emails when Jill arrived. I heard her call out my name cheerfully before exclaiming about a fight she got into in the bus. Apparently, she was feeling really irritable that morning that she released all the negative energy by engaging in a catfight with another female passenger in the bus. She sat in a seat fit for three people inside the bus bound for Laguna. The woman made way for her so she could sit in the middle. The passenger sitting by the window was a little on the plus-size so the woman's butt couldn't fit into the space Jill left for her to occupy. She elbowed Jill a few times which got into her nerves.

Jill: Pinili mo umupo diyan di ba? Tapos sisiksik mo ako. Siguraduhin mo lang na mauuna ka bumaba.

The woman pretended to listen to her iPod. Jill pretended to laugh at her. She looked at Jill. Jill stared back.

Jill: Anong tinitingin-tingin mo? Inggit ka kasi maganda ako?!

The woman sniffed and made a disgusted look pertaining to the smell of cigarette smoke that clung to Jill's clothes. She stood up and pushed Jill by the arm. Jill stood up, took out the small container of tear gas she kept in her bag and threatened to spray the woman with it if she made another move. She placed it inside her bag, but the woman took it and sprayed in her direction. A few sprays hit Jill near the eyes. She sniffed and gagged a little before pushing the woman down on the aisle. The other passengers made such a riot because the chemical scattered all over the airconditioned bus. Jill started stomping and kicking at the woman who was lying on the floor. If I could only ask Jill to give a re-enactment like she did in the parking lot when we were chatting, you would describe her as a woman possessed.

The woman who didn't give up without a fight grabbed at Jill's blouse exposing a little of her green brassiere. A guy with a digital camera took a snapshot. It is rarely that one can witness a catfight inside a moving bus so why not take even one souvenir?

She scratched at Jill's face and chest before somebody grabbed her to stop the fight. Jill, who was lying on the seat yanked at her hair really hard and continued scratching, punching and kicking at her. When they got to Alabang, Jill asked the woman to get off the bus. When she refused, Jill called a policeman who went inside the bus and asked her to go to the municipal hall. Jill wanted to sue her, but the policeman persuaded her not to because it was a laughable incident that's not worth wasting time and money over.

The ending? They shook hands and made up. Not before Jill could deliver her award-winning line.

Jill: Sabihin niyo nga, chief, ako naman talaga mas maganda sa amin di ba?

The policemen just smiled.

Jill did not tell her boyfriend about it because it was just ka-cheapan. She was just crazy enough that morning to actually set aside her breeding. Our supervisor told us that she would have slapped the woman if she were there. My lola and mom told me that Jill should have pressed charges. Erika's mom said she should have asked for the tear gas back because it was expensive. Us, girls posed and made fighting gestures-ala Charlie's Angels the whole night to tease Jill.

Why didn't Jill sue the woman? Because the woman ended up with bruises in the neck and scratches in the arms. She looked more like the victim than Jill. I told her that if I would have a daughter someday, I'd introduce her to Tita Jill for her lessons in How to be a Vicious Bitch 101.


feistylittle bitch
9:00 AM

Monday, November 06, 2006

Of eating disorders and dizzy spells

I'm supposed to be in bed catching up on much-needed snooze and not typing another post like my heart tells me to do. I just can't resist it. Words have been forming into sentences inside my head as soon as I woke up this morning. Screw those words for coming out differently now that I decided to write.

I was supposed to write last night about my boring, disappointing and wasted little weekend, but Gem decided that he wants to oblige my request of changing my template. It's not even done yet, but what is a clueless "ate" to do? I am at the mercy of my younger brother. He's in school right now feeling down about having to change sections for the second time because they get shuffled every semester depending on how many students get booted out for failing one or two subjects. The killer subject last semester was Anatomy. This semester it's going to be Microbiology. Gem did pretty well on Anatomy I might say. While his classmates were getting failing grades and super pasang-awa scores, he was getting grades ranging from 90-96. He told me that some of his friends have been staying up last month for two to three consecutive nights just to study for major exams. He would study the night before the exams and I would sometimes wake him up when he dozes off, but he still gets grades that make me proud. I read some of the testimonials from his friends and they call him Lord Gem. Lord Gem because he knows even the pages of his Anatomy book by heart (better than his professor as a friend attested). A friend gave him a picture of them before their sem break and behind it she scribbled, "Anong page ng skeletal?" as a joke.

He and his friends had a farewell party last month in Fisher's Farm, a resort near our village. I feel bad for those who had to transfer to another school just because of Anatomy. I've heard lots of stories about them from my brother. Quite a group of characters. My favorite is Sarah, the girl with the killer hips and a new Ford. When I say killer, I am not exaggerating. My hips cannot compare to hers. I check her Friendster once in a while because I find her amusing. My brother had some of his fun college adventures with them and I encourage him to loosen up. Not loosen up like what I did in college. (What my mummy doesn't know won't hurt her.) This new change in classmates gives me a little twinge of sadness too. I've been emotionally attached to those beer-drinking Nursing students too much. Hehe.


Gem had the jitters last night because he'll be having new classmates. (He slept at past midnight with just enough time to bug me while I was trying to fix my template). What a good way to form friendships. New classmates every semester. Oh well.

Back to why I should be in bed now. I stayed up until dawn yesterday to wait for Augy to get home so we could talk about what time to meet before lunch. He got home from the office at about four in the morning so I ended up sleeping at five. I woke up at seven to wake him up, but he didn't answer my calls so I dozed off until eight o' clock. I went straight to the kitchen to make myself a mug of hot Milo as soon as I got out of bed. My parents were eating breakfast with my lola when I felt the dizzy spell hit me. Not the I-have-fever-dizzy, but the one where I could see the whole kitchen turning round and round before my eyes. I left my mug in the kitchen counter and walked to my bedroom. I found myself gasping for air and I felt my body weakening. I made it just in time to collapse in my bed. My stomach churned like I wanted to spit out vomit anytime. I was thisclose to fainting. I didn't tell my lola because she'll accuse me of starving myself then feed me lots of fattening rice and ulam. I won't tell my mom because she'll give me a long sermon on the importance of sleep. I waited until two in the morning yesterday for her to finish working on some files so I can use the computer after. She'll surely blame that for my poor health condition. I am guilty of depriving myself of food and rest. I read from the newspaper that if you work out more than you should and eat so little everyday, you may have an eating disorder. I am just scared of gaining weight, but I also eat a lot of calorie-laden food on occasions. After yesterday's not-so-secret episode, I should be a little concerned with my health. I started eating two pieces of pandesal smattered with Lady's Choice peanut butter with rice crispies for breakfast today. I normally don't eat breakfast, but I felt really famished. That's one small step.

I love my new template though it needs serious tweaking. Gem found it in one of those websites last night. I was giddy with happiness when I saw it because I love pearls. I love how the template looks. It's perfect for me. I don't miss my old violet template that much anymore.

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PEARL
26-year-old bitch who dreams of being rich enough to do everything she wants when she wants...
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LOVES

good books. sumptuous food. interesting conversations. travel. beaches. makeup. beauty treatments. music. road trips. educational tv shows. brilliant women. fashion and beauty magazines. romance. junk food. desserts. sunrise. cool, foggy mornings. lots and lots of time to snooze. relaxing weekends.
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HATES

hypocrites. bitches who have no originality. people from the past who just cannot shut their trap and stay in the shadows. creatures who find happiness in the misfortunes of others. assholes definitely.
WISHLIST!
happiness. beauty. love.

hodgepodge of madness, vanity and feistiness from a woman out to discover herself

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