small beginnings

i'd best attack these in chronology. that's perhaps the only coherent order applicable to them:

i. ninang remy

she's actually my sister's godmother but everyone addresses her as such, even my parents, which isn't all that odd, considering that she's at least ten years older than my dad. anyway, for the past four years, she has given my sister this or that expensive gift, while giving me some trinket as pakitang-tao.

if memory serves me right, the first year i started taking note, my sister got a set of hardbound books, and i got a ballpen [with "the clean company" embossed on it]. the next year, my sister got a landline telephone unit and extension cord, while i got a mug [with "the clean company" lacquered on it]. last year, she got a set of badminton racquets and shuttlecocks, while i got a bottle of alcogel. i thought things couldn't get any more hilarious, but ninang remy outdid herself this year when she gave my sister a leather bag from marithé + françois girbaud, and me a shoebag from god knows where.

maybe if i actually wore shoes.

ii. amp!

i got an amp and two stands to go with my bass. this completes my hostile takeover of the home library, what with my parking my computer there and the fortunate parental decision to move all pika-pika into the library refrigerator.

i had to take a taxi home, which set me back 400 pesos. the price offended renz' sensibilities, but i was in no mood to bargain. luckily, the driver's anecdotes about the life, times, and women of raon proved entertaining enough such that at the end, the ride was both time and money well-spent.

i've yet to meet a taxi driver who didn't loosen up after asking me the initial question, "taga-saan ka?"

iii. back to school

my introos prof is ms. bulos. she scares me. she's exactly like ms. tangkeko, only less corporate. she's the type of prof who asks questions such that the average student would think that she doesn't know squat about the subject. well, fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me.

for algocom, of course i took ms. limoanco's class. same old same old, except she finally got around to stop referring to salespeople as "sellpersons". instead, she now refers to them as "sellspersons".

and that leaves bart for probsta. as part of his introduction, he defined information as "the reduction of uncertainty". not a new definition, but that's probably the closest thing to formality i'll be getting from this subject.

iv. oprah's favorite things

some of you may already know that once a year, on a random day in december, oprah winfrey selects five to ten of her expensive yet frivolous favorite things and gives one of each to each audience member for that day.

my parents were watching a rerun of the 2003 favorite things episode so sooner or later all the cheering and name-chanting piqued my interest enough for me to take a look at the tv. upon realizing that they had unwittingly attended the favorite things episode, the audience had gone mad with love for oprah. one woman even fainted when oprah touched her. god.

i'd like to see them go wild on an episode where oprah doesn't give them anything.

plastic fuckers.

sige ingat.ü 
posted by stani at 11:36 PM