anak ng…

heard over the paging system of abs during a brownout: "Andy Lim."  "Kenneth Sy." 

di mo gets?  ay nako huwag ka na. 

joelle says her friend has personally met Edgar Allan Pe, in the flesh.  and that John F Kenneth Dy goes by John Dy to avoid the whole haha banana that goes with giving his full name.  and she insists that i marry a guy whose last name is Tiongson so i can name my kid Magic.  and Magic will look like quincy, the kuya that i look like, except that as lucas points out, he/she will be maputi and singkit.  onga naman, malamang chinoy ang daddy kasi Tiongson nga eh. 

shet i’ve lost my gold necklace with the cross pendant, the only piece of jewelry i really wear.  dapat kasi binigay mo na nun eh.  nawala tuloy. 

igorot pala siya.  and aside from keeping his bangs out of his eyes while training, where he comes from his cute fountain updo also means ‘warrior’.  how coool is that. 

saw my first ever crush this morning at sbc town.  we were classmates in prep, seatmates i think.  i believe we were bestfriends or something coz i remember he used to call my house and we’d talk to each other on the phone about school and homework and stuff.  once he gave me a giant grasshopper in a jar.  he said he caught it in their backyard.  of course it died after a few days and i didn’t tell him.  he transferred to ateneo a few years into gradeschool and we’ve never seen each other since.  i actually saw him one time, when i took the ateneo entrance exam.  i remember, watching him walk by, i was hoping for a split second that we’d end up in the same college.  but after that split second elapsed i totally forgot all about him.  until today.  he looks exactly the same as he did 10 years ago and 20 years ago.  just taller and hunkier.  but it’s still the same pogi face.  i wonder if he still remembers me.      

carrying a REAL baby armalite as a prop, with my elbows held up and my head uncomfortably hung over pretending to aim at something, i keep walking forward and back while i mouth out, "dude ang bigat.  sobrang bigat.  seriously ang bigat."  and all my boss can say to pacify me is "ok lang yan.  macho ka naman eh." 

time out time out.  MACHO?!?  the hell?!  why do i always get that!

buti pa my future in-laws who call me "pretty girl" and "silent beauty".  naks.  that’s sooo much better, and more apt!  ya i think so.  now if i could just remember how i acted and carried myself during lucas’ pamanhikan… 

chicken

swerve or crash into me.  coz i’m not gonna blink no matter what. 

met a fellow international relations major today.  he’s the nephew of lia david and is visiting from the US.  talking to him a few minutes, i gather that he’s not that into IR -not knowing what track to take yet when he’s already a junior, uh-huh that’s some kind of a giveaway- and is maybe even contemplating pursuing a career instead in dance, his newfound love.  and of course in true ‘miss jacqui’ fashion, i reach up, pull him down from the clouds, and say, "why don’t you just get the degree first, then see if you want to use it later on."

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What’s the difference between the UK, Great Britain and Britain?  Are these terms that can be used interchangeably to refer to that off-shore island adjacent to Europe?  What do you mean what do i mean by ‘off-shore island adjacent to Europe’???  Kung sinong may alam bibigyan ko ng ice cream. 

I can’t even imagine what it’s like for people living here when EVERYDAY there are hoards of tourists coming to your city to have sex, do drugs, or just looking out of curiosity.

uy grabe marunong na ako mag one-handed cartwheel.  di ko yun ever nagawa sa buong cheerleading career ko. 

hirit: "ana, magpa-stretch ka kasi sa asawa mo pag gabi."

counter-hirit: "alam niyo kung ba’t flexible si jacqui?  kasi malakas mang-stretch si razi." 

puta mukha ba akong papatol sa — "foreigner?" — "wrestler?" — unggoy?