RUMBLINGS IN DOWNTOWN MORATO
Something happened here yesterday; here in downtown Morato where people don't know their names but know each and every body language of everyone even the usual taong grasa. Last night was the chance to really gather and talk to nameless faces because of one single event that greatly involves me.
I don't know why but i guess people really do tick off when they rest their salvation to alcohol. It is just zapped straight from a soap opera only more gritty. And i could not just handle things like these type of scandals. It really rocked my boat just to imagine all the damage caused and might have caused by someone ticking off his problems and just letting it all hang loose for everyone to see and be frightened.
I am talking about a fine Sunday afternoon preparing to go for a swim and talking make-up while transforming my dear friend Chawdi into a queen for his Dreamgirls production number in his office when HE suddenly decided to let loose his tornilyo sa utak and just rammed his car backwards in drag racing mode into a glass door. He could have rammed a person behind and killed somebody with no afterthought.
All this because of an unofficial drinking session with my 'sekyu' neighbors who took a chance at his amiable face to invite him for some Sunday alcohol merrymaking.All this because of the so called grip of his parents that prevents him from living his own fucking life. And all this hulabaloo because HE felt neglected by me. I turn to face a blank spot (a sementadong wall) to erase myself of this hurled at negative energy and to spare him another stupid conjecture. The upper floor was in a war zone. It was the first time i felt so thirsty from being afraid. HE himself added salt to everything.
He added salt and calamansi so asim that he did things to me which gave me a preview of what its like to be in my own version of Magpakailanman and Ipaglaban Mo.
And to make things sour again, the whole clan came to rescue their beloved child from me. From the cousins, to the cousins' girlfriend, to the Tito in Laguna and Fairview all in four vehicles. They came in an overly late and DSWD rescue-a-child fashion as if i wreaked havoc in the life of their kin who happened to be my boyfriend. And me? Who was with me? 2 homosexuals and one babaeng bakla who cried with me when she saw what HE did. I guess those are my family at that moment.
What ticked me off too was the usual attitudinal bitchiness of his 18 year old sister who showed no hint of apology or even a semblance of it. She rummaged my war zoned room and just spilled out casually as if money froths in her mouth that they will pay for everything in full Assumptionista accent. Thanks but no thanks dear. You can never pay the negativity forming a halo in my room and the moms and kids disturbed off their family day today.
They don't like me now more than ever. I am like a cursed lightning in their solar system of a family because i can make decisions on my fucking life. Because my Moodrahbel and Poodrahbel has always believed in me and my capacity to live in a real world. Because my family just lets me be--- fucked up or not.
But on a lighter note, it is indeed a Sunday. A family day of sorts. And i guess i have seen newer shades of what its like to be a family. And i have found a fresh angle in loving Ellen and Dong de los Reyes.
Wednesday, 25 April 2007
ME TALK BANGER SISTERS ONE DAY
This all started with a boring day of being a pseudo kept woman working in the grimy pit of showbiz. I cannot take too much coldness so i have embraced this heat wave waving inside my room. As in i really embraced it much that i don't use any electric fan at 3pm in the afternoon kung kelan nakatitig talag sa noo at batok ko ang hitik na init of the sun. I could be the UV rays queen for appreciating all the heat in my room. Of course me in my underwear again and sometimes in a bikini.
So i sipped this very cold water while the saddest song on the planet played on my laptop--- Everybody Hurts by R.E.M. The room has been clean with a tangy bit feel of emptiness after Paulie's diaspora to the great hulabaloo that is Manila. Of course naman, i was always used to his sweeping presence in my room and the fact na andun na siya to our country's capital; it does feel a bit dramatic.
So i'm alone with the newspapers na naman. Texting people who can come with me to watch Pan's Labyrinth. Of course wala namang nag reply to which a song in my head suddenly played (All by Myself by Celine Dion).
So i went to my homosexual neighbors and tried to water the anthuriums until i saw the spraying bottle. Natulala na naman ako and if it weren't for BlueTooth (Omar's blue fighting fish) swerving my peripheral view i wouldn't have awoken from my katulalalaan. I took it home, the spray bottle, along with some cold water. I sprayed it on my hair dahil wala lang probably because of dumbness. I saw my scissors that is intended only for cutting papers i paste for my liquidation. And i had a bright idea to cut my hair; my hairs at the forefront of my face. And i did this without thinking that's why its a bit misconstrued.
Behold! I look like Jennylyn Mercado in SuperTwins but then if i added more pout and silly frowning i would look like Mia Wallace in Pulp Fiction. Siyempre i would have preferred the Mia Wallace effect. Does that mean i would have to look drugged? I do not know if R would approve of this but R approving of my spontaneous actions would be another story. What the heck. Who cares if i don't look like Jennylyn or Mia basta gusto ko i-project yun.
So right now I'm listening to The Lively Ones and imbibing it altogether.
Monday, 23 April 2007
TAGGED DAW OH!
Ok Fine Andrea.
Enumerate daw 10 weird stuff about yourself. Oh well, i don't know if they are weird but i guess they're absolutely mine. Or maybe somewhere over the rainbow somebody does it too.
1. If i don't have the luxury to go out and run in UP Diliman or in Amoranto stadium, i jog in my room nonstop in a span of 3 songs in my underwear as i hold both my breasts while looking in the mirror. Did you get that? 3 songs nonstop would be 10-15 minutes. The songs i hear are usually by Sheryl Crow or Madonna. And i wear my rubber shoes too.
2. I read newspapers and magazines at night and backwards.
3. I eat my side cuticles and delight in tearing them apart until my fingers bleed.
4. I used to eat my boogers. Used to.
5. I look at my eyes in the mirror and imagine myself a demon. Then i get really scared at myself and rush to the bed and cover myself in sheets.
6. I read scripts from plays and act them out in 4 different ways in front of the mirror. This I do when i know i'm alone and wanting.
7. I am disgusted and irritated by really dirty bathrooms. Muriatic acid and a Scotch Brite has been my secret bestfriend.
8. I get fixated at one thing and suddenly be lost in it. This is what we Pinoys call tulala moment.
9. When i see a cat anywhere like on TV, in the streets, in emails etc. i call them out lovingly by saying sha-sha. I grew up with cats and right now we have 6 cats. 3 white ones and 3 black ones.
10. I can scratch my buttcrack in front of people i don't know.
Tuesday, 17 April 2007
MY HAPPY DAY
Hey shorty, it's my birthday. That's how i greeted myself hip-hoppingly on my so-called day. My birthday always fell on a Black Saturday or a Good Friday. The perennial need to be quiet during those days sucked out my enthusiasm for celebration though i have always dreamed of celebrating it with food i love to eat.
So the celebration idea came upon realizing that i need to appreciate 25 years of existence. 25 years of living elegantly under classified pressure. I am now 25 though my 'age thought' has always been 22 and i still look like fresh meat in some ways. 25 doesn't sound young anymore, i guess.
I asked some people to travel for me on birthday and visit our yet to be finished house in the Fairview part of Bulacan. What a nice idea. It's just that it was so friggin hot, i couldn't appreciate the vino.
The first group of friends were my college theatre friends Maryanet and Paulie. They came right on time in the biggest landmark of Fairview--- SM Fairview. I was extremely proud that i get to serve a really nice salad with a pinag-isipang vinaigrette of 2 choices: the dijon and the honey dijon dressing. Enough with the usual Pinoy birthday banquet of caldereta and barbecue, i want some greens. There's still pasta but not the 'red pasta' oozing with UFC banana ketchup; what we got was white tuna pasta which everybody loved. I bought 2 rellenong bangus from Mommy's in Congressional Ave. (the best rellenong bangus i've ever tasted) and pizza as requested by my brother. I wanted to ban Coke from the list since i am not a soda drinker but Coke is Coke.
The second batch were the college guys (who thought 3pm is the new 12pm-- haha!) composed of the former Palafox, Bumper, Lebanese, Chawdi and Dahwin. I think they were kinda excited to travel all the way to us since it has always been Makati and QC for them. First time for them to see my moodrahbel whom i have spread a press release eversince college and i think they liked her contrary to popular belief that they won't.
They even gave me a birthday present of a production number of Joey de Leon's "Itak-tak mo" with the Sex Bomb and EB Babes version right in the middle of the street. Haha! I am fascinated with this Itak-tak mo dance step more than the Spaghetti song. I am gonna learn the Sex Bomb dance version of it.
Very nice. Such a sweet happy day kinda like smelling the roses all over again. Thank God.
Tuesday, 10 April 2007
ONE FOURTH
I am nearing the one fourth of my existence on this planet and that is if i live to be a hundred. Oh dear. And what have i done? What did i do for the past 25 years. I think its only now at this point in my life that i have come to realize how good i was brought up by my parents; my poodrahbel and moodrahbel. And i have been thinking if i become a parent, would it be the same for my kids?
At this point of my girly existence that i have dragged along a male in my parents house to be given space for scrutiny by my moodrahbel. And she debunked my expectations. What surprise life can really bring at you.
I have come to think of things i did in the past that had a great effect on me. I moved out. I became older than the usual age when things turned awry. I didn't turn back. I think it has provided me with enough bitterness so i can appreciate the sweeter things in life.
My friend bumper has always said that at least i know what i want and some people my age are still out there going where lies the people of this country. I guess i know what i want in a filipinized setting of bahala na attitude. I have comfort in knowing what i really want. I want it so much it hurts so i guess there is comfort in not knowing.
And at this point in my life, i have become vulnerable to scratching and holding on to someone when i watch really scary movies. Leila was the first one who had marks on her arms and though she hates it, i know deep in my heart that it says something about our friendship. R is a bit fluffy so i guess i hold on to his wobbly bits for comfort.
So thank God for this one fourth.
