Star Text

As I was thinking of what to type here, since my mind is currently in Venus, my friend gave me a text message:


friend: Hey! Umamin na pala si *toot* no? Siya nga.

me: Yup! saw it last night. That was our topic here. Desperate move. Checkmate siya e. Now, she's using her "motherly" appeal to save whatever she has.

friend: Mukha ba mother? D naman. Dont even think she's sorry

me: Kya nga. What she really needs is an acting teacher.

friend: LOL! The b***h doesn't even know how to act!

me: Hehe... Now I see where her son gets his acting skills from!

friend:LOL! Wala rin tayo ipapalit. Yan ang masama.

me: *tooot* seems interested. di lang nagpapaobvious!

friend: Follower ni Satan! Hirap na bayan. Ba't natin tatanggapin kapatid nya?

me: What's the best thing to do? Snap elections? War? Divided Pinas ngayon. Mahirap.

friend: Ibalik! Ibalik! Ibalik! Ibalik! Ibalik si Marcos!

me: Hahaha! Tita Cory na lang!

friend: Type mo si Kris noh? Aminin!

me: With the way things are going, her being the next President is a BIG possibility! No need for wire-tapping! Private conversations can be accessed through STARTXT!


Now, what do you think????

FX thoughts

Last Friday, I decided to be a good "ate" and fetched my sister Hannah from her dorm at DLSU-Dasma where she is now taking up Nursing. I was kind of glad seeing how my sister is living her college life- simple and, well, college like judging from the way her dorm room looks:

Carrying her very heavy duffel bag of dirty clothes and underwear, we took the fx ride on the way to SM Southmall to buy her much needed Algebra book. Since the fx was nearly full, we were forced to sit at the back together with a couple who is showing what is to be a perfect examle of the term PDA (public display of affection). The girl was pretty, with long curly hair and tons of makeup. The guy was, well..... SO, there we were, all in that crampy, long fx ride. My sister was nudging me once in a while because apparently, the couple's PDAing were extending beyond their supposed fx territory.

"Get a room!" I whispered

Then memories of my adolescent, hormone active years suddenly made a flash back. That's when I thought, "ahihi, it's not nice pala!".

Now, my being a good sister consumed me.

• What if 134 fx rides from now, my sister will be in the same seat PDAing with some guy I don't know?
• What if Harriet, whose only use for a cellphone is for it's camera and to send lousy jokes to us, would text sweet somethings to someone till the wee hours of the morning?
• What if Hannah suddenly chooses not to have us fetch her from school because "may maghahatid na"? Or worse, what if she chooses to go home once in a blue moon na lang?
• What if Skye, who's now suffering from Oedipus Complex, suddenly says that I'm not his girlfriend nor crush anymore?
• What if the time would come that in filling the blanks, my son would put "e" instead of "i" in the word s_x?
• What if...............?

That's where my what if's ended. I was snoring a few seconds later.

Orange Politics

Skye was a bad baby last night. I had a hard time teaching him to write the word "orange". His letters were all wobbly and he was begging me to have a break so he could get his hands on his Gameboy. Tsk! Tsk! Kids today! My son knows the in's and out's of my cell and his Gameboy but just writing the word "orange" requires extensive practice and a visual of a belt in my hand.

As my son is in hot water because of writing a wobbly "orange", so is Pres. Spokesperson Ignacio Bunye for being too wobbly on his statements regarding the infamous "Hello Garci" cd. It was sad seeing him suffer the consequences of guarding the president's public appeal. Now that is a very hard job! Try dousing perfume over the stench of a decaying flesh. Get the point?

Suddenly, memories of my being a former Muntinlupa Little Mayor flooded my mind. It was way back 95, with me in glasses and pigtails and Bunye was still the city's Mayor. He was the absolute public official. Cool, composed, intelligent, and a public sweetheart. He taught me the basics of politics, all summed up in a week. He talked with the eloquence of a real politician, with intelligence and wit. He adored my singing which kept me in touch with him a few years and campaigns after. He told me I might have a future in politics - and that was the only thought of him that gave me the creeps. I summed up my life and was pleased with how it turned out - simple and very not political.

I've had enough of lies and liars. I'm happy my job does not require me to be one.

Then Skye kissed me hard and said, "Mommy, wag na ko mag write. No assignment kami. Play lang daw sabi ni Teacher Babes!"

I looked at him hard and thought... oh no! My son has a future in Politics!

Speechless

The title says it all.

I am, after a few months of silence, still speechless.

This is not me.


Bright and shiny- that is how I always see life, but when the f***in' reality of life bites you hard on the ass, your life becomes similar to this blog page - dark and abandoned.

I have so long wanted to immortalize one of my darkest moments here, but everytime i face the screen, all the willingness to type leaves my fingers (if only i coulduse my toes to type!). Maybe that only shows that no matter how much you want to be a celebrity (either by blogging, acting, making a home made porno flick, & releasing cd's of your supposed coversations with the president and say "phone pals kami e!"), there are still some parts of your world that you choose not to write and just forget.

Paksyet! This-crazy-little-thing-called-love nga naman!

**commercial break. naiiyak ako e!**

Resume.

To sum up the events of my hiatus, here are some of the most interesting (and intriguing) points:

1. Never underestimate the power of a woman's intuition
2. Never underestimate the power of friendster mobile
3. Never underestimate a wife who dreams of being a CSI investigator
4. Never underestimate yourself
5. Never let anyone, who dreams of the dream you have worked so hard for to be real, take that dream away.

**commercial break ulit. cr this time**

Now at least, my fingers can type again. I am now ready to go back and see the stars.

No more tears. Let's party on!!!