No Parents' Consent Required - Spontaneity is Key.
Should I think it a bit odd to be in Valle Verde Country Club with Nicole and Ca wherein we saw a Paulinian desperately whore herself and club membership and try to win over MommyB [1] and Mrs. Fernandez [2]? Really, ma-iss! con yelo? I mean, Christ, at least offer something heavier. But Cara and Nicole are right: if you wanted to suck up, you should have had the food prepared and served. Hah! You should have had the food prepared and served right after your bath! Compliments from Ass-Sucker, class number xy from the nth year.
What kind of standing do you have in school that you have to do such things?
Eat my breasts, she should have said! She even worked them in front of the bar up in the Lanai. She should get an award, don't you think so, too, Ca?
Wait! Speaking of awards - that stage mother we saw. Christ, when she was speaking to her kid's batchmates she was all, "Your batch should get an award for most memorable cheer." Yeah, lady. If they're shit, they should. This I believe is part of bad parenting: celebrating mediocrity.
That was just so horrible it sent me thinking that I want to have one daughter and the rest can be boys. I'll send the boys to Eton and their sister who will be disguised as one of the boys. Right, then. Was with my sisters today and we made fun of people. That's what my bloodsisters and I do. It makes no difference, except we talk a lot more sex.
Also, Kyle. I heard Nicole pertain to someone as Amazona. How magical is that. And it isn't the same person. So the tribe still exists! But, really, by the way
you guys pertain to these people, I find it an insult to the tribe. I think we need to get the name out of the rain forest and nearer to sea.
I love-love-love Nicole! When I realised she refers and addresses Martha Flores "Ate", I thought, wow! I should be in a museum on display. And Nicole's right: if you say "penis" it does sound small. Bayag, I think was her term to give the impression that it was bigger. I was about to contribute "cock" but we had to mind people within earshot. Tonight, the moon was round. Nicole said you can see the Philippines and it was a laugh. Nicole's a scream and I am so thankful I stopped myself from mentioning rabbits making ricecakes.
[hmmmm: plot bunny - pardon the pun. Lae wants a ricecake recipe and Gyn sends for one from her friend Bunny Hopperr. Perhaps I'll change the first name.]
Today was very grown-up: like the point in your life wherein you're grown-up enough for your mother to share a spot of hard drinks with you or tall enough to
go on the roller coaster or legally too young but cool enough to get into a pub. There were no drinks but who needs em when that's how MommyB made me feel.
But before we went to VVCC, I went to Ms. Pike. She asked immediately if I was still writing. I said that I still was. She said good, never stop. She worries about the lack of writers in school. Much later that afternoon, I told her she shouldn't worry about the lack of talent in school and I reminded her that artists are vain, so send invitations. I should have imparted that to MommyB as well.
I'm sure That Conversation With Ms. Pike is now intwined with Dear God. So this is why I asked Cara to come in with me into the faculty room. I usually don't
do that.
Ms. Pike (goodness, I've grown so fond of her, I'm fond of the name all by itself) said that Mrs. Visaya had left school because her brother was running for Batanes or Bataan (you'll eventually correct me. And not that I wasn't listening to Ms. Pike: I've been friends with Paw Cayabyab for years and I'm still doubt myself when I say she lives in Pangasinan because I confuse it with
Pampanga). Mrs. Visaya writes speeches for him, Ms. Pike said and I thought of Cara suddenly and was reminded of MACdays with her. Tonight, I feel awful for not greeting Mrs. Visaya last year. I hope my gesture would be appreciated. Ms. Pike told me to write something to accompany Mrs. Visaya's copy of Neil Gaiman's American Gods and to write something on her copy of Stardust so aside from thanking her for everyting, I scribbled Stephen Schwartz's name and "...whatever way our stories end, you know you have re-written mine by being my
friend" - Wait for my books!
She said she would.
One shouldn't keep a lady waiting.
I thank her for her faith.
There's a lot to tell actually, about the school, the mass resignation, emo music and bad parenting, and how parents who need help wish to be helped but they want other people to do the job for them. But what's even more amazing is the duties Tita Eva and her team attended to today. Cara said they had to go on patrol for reasons as such a caress on the face by one girl to another girl. A girl with a girl with one of them. Lantaran was the word Cara used. I remember Maia saying that the last decent batch was Ate Joy's who is about four years ahead of us. I don't want to count how many years between
Ate Joy and my sister Judy (well both she and Quincy are part of these batches; and they both belong in the same batch) but the kids they have now are shit.
But then again, maybe my b.p. theory might be applied here as well.
Now that I've mentioned parenting, I think it's appropriate to mention that this is also a day about mothers. We spent it with our mothers in high school. I caught a glimpse of Mrs. Trillana-Sumo who is currently Quincy's adviser. Kyle got to say hi to Mrs. Mama GarGarcia. I talked to Ms. Pike. We spent time with Mrs. Fernandez and MommyB actually made jokes about the architecture and design about the gazebo/pavillion and gave boy advice. See, this is what kids need. Instead of too much emo music, they should spend time with their parents. Oh, wow. How much do I sound like my dad!
Oh. And dear god, I hope Cara isn't a gay magnet at all.
Speaking of which, I've been having these snatches of memory and conversation in my head about this thing Mrs. Navarro said about Paulinians back in our freshman year. She said that amongst other things, which I cannot recall at the moment, Paulinians are prayerful. So here we are with dear god.
And I see the best friend syndrome [3] in Cara: You have a stance when you're txtng your friends. Cara seemed her most calm (a hint of stoned - the fun kind
- when she sits and waits for a reply and how we laughed when Nicole mentioned that you can just concentrate on deleting your sent items, keep the "Hehe..Ü") when she's heavily txtng with her best friend.
I am so thankful to Cara, who has the most lovely spiteful laugh, that she brought back the fun for me when telling people that I'm starting a company. When I was doing my survey, I put on the Valley Girl accent whenever I'd tell people what I'm doing. Now fun really erodes when people don't get your Valley Girl accent. So thank you, Cara. Libre kita ng mais con yelo sa VVCC.
Also, as I was starting this entry, a pair of Antigone candles found their way back to me. I didn't even know they were here with me. I missed Mrs. Visaya today. I hope this is a good omen.
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1.No wonder she stays that beautiful: she said when she's asked about her presidents, she seems to go back through each and everyone of them. Those are
really beautiful memories.
2.Love the hair! She looks like a Quidditch professional with such structure.
3.Because there's no cure for such.