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Thursday, November 17, 2005

Forgive me for the profanity but, FUCK!

Putangina.

My mom calls me today to tell me that I'm I'm irresponsible.

She tells me to grow up. (Am I not?)

She tells me to look after my sisters. (Don't I? What do you want me to do? Become their very own security guard?)

She tells me to look after the house. (Is the house a mess? I think not!)

She asks me who goes to market, and I tell her I do, but that I will take the new helper to the market with me this weekend.

To which she goes, "Bakit wala na daw sila kinakain sa bahay?"

EXCUSE ME? Walang kinakain na ano? What do you call last night's dinner which I made (it was mechado)? What do you call all the stuff inside the refrigerator? And all the canned goods? Maybe the person she spoke to was referring to junk food because yes, we did run out of junk food.

And she threatens me by saying that she will refuse to send money if I don't get my act together. (Eh di wag! As if I use her money! Ako ba maaapektuhan?)

And did I tell you that she repeatedly called me irresponsible?

Putangina talaga.

Naiiyak na ako sa sobrang galit. But I'm at work so I shall hold it.

I am sooooooo effin' close to moving out again.(Time to get a copy of Buy and Sell!)

Doing something so utterly stupid that it will rock her world and give justice to calling me

IRRESPONSIBLE.

Mental Note #1: Tell people in my office that if my mom calls, I'm not here. Reject all long distance calls from my cellphone. Simply refuse to talk to her if she calls the house.

Mental Note #2: Seriously consider working with Ate Tin in Bangkok.

Mental Note #3: Don't talk to Mama.

Mental Note #4: Don't talk to Mama.

Mental Note #5: Don't talk to Mama.

Okay, that's enough.

Bunny @ Thursday, November 17, 2005

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Loves the beach, wishes she had more time and money to travel, recently got hooked to climbing mountains, reads anything she can get her hands on, frustrated writer, adores her 3-year-old Lhasa Apso, Tashi, constantly needs caffeine, ~~wonders when she'll quit smoking~~, and will most likely die due to liver complications from drinking too much ~~(if the cigarettes doesn't get to her lungs first)~~. Can't live without accessories especially big, dangling earrings, shoe freak (aren't we all?), sucker for discovering hole-in-the-wall restaurants, will ingest anything spicy, enjoys giving and receiving massages, addicted to Friends, Sex and the City and CSI, goes gaga over kids, dreams of being alone with Jim Morrison and smoking a joint with Bob Marley. Would love to party with Gwen Stefani, shop with Patricia Field, write poetry with Maya Angelou and have Sting, Nelson Mandela, Mark Twain and Bono over for dinner.

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