over dinner --
older sister: topi, bakit walang lasa yung manok?
topi: ah tinatanggal ko na talaga yung balat kasi nandyan lahat ng cholesterol.
older sister: ok ah! so nasan na yung balat?
topi: kinain ko.
Friday, February 18, 2005
Saturday, February 12, 2005
parent update: they're getting the drift
this afternoon, i printed a photo-quality copy of my column pic options (thanks LLB) and put it on the chair near the pc.
my parents entered the room and spotted the montage (which i will post in a bit).
dad: what's this for?
me: for the column.
dad: why does it look this way?
me: because . . .
dad: it's not serious!
me: well, . . .
dad: your column is not going to be serious?
ma: your column is not going to be serious?
me: mmm . . .
dad: (crossing out "buy copies of manila bulletin with eng's column" in his mental to-do list) ahhhh
ma: (thinking "does this mean she's never going to practice?") ahhhh
i think they got it now. where's the champagne?!
my parents entered the room and spotted the montage (which i will post in a bit).
dad: what's this for?
me: for the column.
dad: why does it look this way?
me: because . . .
dad: it's not serious!
me: well, . . .
dad: your column is not going to be serious?
ma: your column is not going to be serious?
me: mmm . . .
dad: (crossing out "buy copies of manila bulletin with eng's column" in his mental to-do list) ahhhh
ma: (thinking "does this mean she's never going to practice?") ahhhh
i think they got it now. where's the champagne?!
Sunday, February 06, 2005
my parents in serious denial
one thing that i should probably have clarified with my parents when i told them i was going to have a column in an actual publication is that it wasn't going to be a medical column.
how does one explain that one's column will be about . . . nothing?
just yesterday, at the dinner table, my mother asked me, "so is your column going to be limited to health articles?"
"mmmhhh. it's not a health column, ma."
"what? so what will it be about?" my mother asked, with trepidation in her voice.
"it's just supposed to be funny," i whispered while scrambling away from the person who, 31 years ago, had to carry me in her womb for 9 months.
maybe i should use a pseudonym.
how does one explain that one's column will be about . . . nothing?
just yesterday, at the dinner table, my mother asked me, "so is your column going to be limited to health articles?"
"mmmhhh. it's not a health column, ma."
"what? so what will it be about?" my mother asked, with trepidation in her voice.
"it's just supposed to be funny," i whispered while scrambling away from the person who, 31 years ago, had to carry me in her womb for 9 months.
maybe i should use a pseudonym.
Thursday, February 03, 2005
the depths of distraction
i'm sure i am not the first person to discover this truth:
you are most productive while procrastinating your more important, more pressing work.
i've blogged about this twice (but can't find the other entry, which explains the single link) but still couldn't help documenting my most recent fits of productivity while trying to finish a blasted (read: boring) article.
just last week, i stopped in the middle of typing a ridiculously dull sentence and proceeded to:
- put away the christmas gifts that were haphazardly stashed in a corner of my room (luckily, did not find fruitcake or live pets in the pile);
- remove the contents of the luggage i used a month ago, and discovered a dirty t-shirt stuffed into one of the secret compartments of my state-of-the-art bag;
- explore all my old shoeboxes, confirming that i really do have way too many pairs of black shoes and one too many (two) pairs of formal gold shoes (note to self: do not throw out gold shoes before deciding if you want to be that kind of person); and
- use 'pledge' on every available surface in the room, hoping against hope that having a dust-free, shiny room would inspire me to focus more on writing than on an instant room makeover.
maybe ms. younger sister is right. i should get a life. preferably one that does not involve emotional attachment to fictional tv characters or an inexplicable attraction to reality shows.
you are most productive while procrastinating your more important, more pressing work.
i've blogged about this twice (but can't find the other entry, which explains the single link) but still couldn't help documenting my most recent fits of productivity while trying to finish a blasted (read: boring) article.
just last week, i stopped in the middle of typing a ridiculously dull sentence and proceeded to:
- put away the christmas gifts that were haphazardly stashed in a corner of my room (luckily, did not find fruitcake or live pets in the pile);
- remove the contents of the luggage i used a month ago, and discovered a dirty t-shirt stuffed into one of the secret compartments of my state-of-the-art bag;
- explore all my old shoeboxes, confirming that i really do have way too many pairs of black shoes and one too many (two) pairs of formal gold shoes (note to self: do not throw out gold shoes before deciding if you want to be that kind of person); and
- use 'pledge' on every available surface in the room, hoping against hope that having a dust-free, shiny room would inspire me to focus more on writing than on an instant room makeover.
maybe ms. younger sister is right. i should get a life. preferably one that does not involve emotional attachment to fictional tv characters or an inexplicable attraction to reality shows.
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