anak ng…

i would like to thank you for reading my blog - even if i know it’s just to count the times i mention your name.  for those of you who don’t know who this ana character is, huwag niyo na alamin.  sasakit lang ulo niyo.  ahihihihihihi…  she’s the devil perched upon my left shoulder, constantly fighting with my conscience.  she’s my pimp, and is totally bent on selling me to the highest bidder - "may hitsura naman siya, maganda pa katawan… don’t you want to be an iranian princess?… mabait?  pano kung bobo?  you need somebody intellectually stimulating."  she’s ultra magulo in wushu, shattering my concentration and whatever hope we have of getting a national team jacket.  and who gets mapu punished?  everyone else.  the only good that she’s contributed to this world is to give birth to a pogi baby boy named baston, the future president of the philippines. 

now that i’ve written about you and released all this basura in my poor blog, then maybe i will stop having nightmares and get to sleep at night. 

at the sports commentators’ table, itallianis chapter…

"siempre they’re gonna set up pa a play for that one second."  -erica

"if ateneo wins, that shot is gonna go down in uaap history.  nagawa na ni bal david yan pero they had two seconds pa ata."  -jacqui

"bal david?  oo magaling yun."  -joelle

"coach si pido?!  dun ako kay pido!"  -lucas

"honey this clam linguini is good."  -mommy

"sige nga.  huy where’s my chocolate?"  -dad 

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post-game analysis

that looked too easy.  bal david may have just had a fraction of a second to receive the ball from the sidelines and sink in the shot from way beyond three-point range.  hmmm baka kaya hindi nabantayan yung tao sa loob, akala titira from the outside.  ayan sisiw shot, long pass at boarding lang.  GOAL.   

skipped wushu today.  which is weird coz in the past i’ve picked fights with my dad when he would make me demonyo into not going.  so you can just imagine his surprise seeing me at home past 6.  i was at my computer when somebody’s hand turns my head around, and i see my dad’s confused patawa face.

"huy why are you here?"
"i live here."

grabe i’m just so tired.  not just tedious tired, or pissed-off tired, or "emotionally exhausted", but really as in physically blech!  with the face!  *P  BLECH!  too much going on.  and right now my wushu is the only thing i can turn off.  switch off.  whatever.  not my ballet (which nobody has ever understood), not lasalle, not anino… hell i can’t even get out of a gimmick tomorrow coz it’s less tiring to just go than to have to explain to ana why i’d want to stay home instead. 

mommy said taking this break will make me excited again to attend training (read: torture) next week.  you’re so wise ma.  advanced happy birthday. 

- you shout "yay!" when your mom says, "jacqui, binili na kita ng bread."

- on your ‘things to buy next suweldo’ list, icecream comes before thumbdrive

- every chance to put food in your mouth for you is an event, a rite, a time when you sit down, prepare an acompanying beverage, put everything in order before you start.  none of that "i’ll just grab a bite on my way out to save time" crap

- your ballet teacher calls your variation ‘the pancit variation’ coz instead of rehearsing, you’re on the side, chopsticks in your right hand and a can of coke in your left, finishing a styro of via mare pancit canton

- you consider not being able to eat merienda tragic

- you have a snack a few hours after breakfast coz you think lunch is still too far away

- you get mad at people who massacre the lechon and pick on it and claw on it like hungry lions.  "huy time out time out.  respeto naman guys o."

- you take forever to eat, but can and will speed it up and keep at pace with your brothers who do not understand the concept of ‘hating-kapatid’ and therefore think you eat less just because you’re a girl

- you say ’sarap’ about almost everything you eat

to be continued

roundabout a month or so ago we had a duck hangin-out at our house, ngayon kambing naman!  and it was no ordinary kambing, the dirty mukhang kawawa kind that eats your grass and fertilizes your lawn with poop.  it was big and macho, with athletic(?) limbs, and a proud stance.  its fur was black and shiny, super mane ‘n tail model material.  sabi ni mom malamang ’stud’ daw.  sarap gawing pet!!!  but constantine went wild and drove the pogi goat away.  no more pets mum, no more pets, the puppy said. 

**while helping sabrina back into her pink ballet uniform after a vain attempt to pee**

TAK!  i pull too hard on the waistband of her tights and accidentally let go. 

jacqui: "ay i’m sorry sweetheart."
sabrina: "it’s ok.  i’m ok."…  "i know you didn’t mean to hurt me." 

i am no longer bitter, and have found inner peace.  amen. 
August 26, 2006

uy ang pogi!