Balutin Mo Ako
Thursday, December 07, 2006
I've been very lackadaisical even after the supposed storm. I guess my state-of-mind has changed drastically since the first semester, pulverized by thesis work until all that was left is the lump of random reason I'm making do with now. In connection, I am currently at RSF, killing the 2+ hours I have left before I have dinner at 3 Sisters with a handful of Bayaws. I am not working. The previous set of words are both a description and a declaration.
I would now like to talk about ube and Bituing Walang Ningning.
There is a full jar of Good Shepherd ube jam in our fridge at home. I discovered it last night, and I am equal parts horrified and happy. I eat whole jars of ube jam in one sitting. Or nick other people's ube dessert rations until someone gets mad. That's just the way things are. I am genetically and spiritually predisposed to ingest large amounts of ube. When there is a jar of the stuff in our fridge, I will clean it out. I wonder if I can bring the jar to 3 Sisters. Although that wouldn't really be a good idea because then I would have to share. But I want ube. I want to go home.Next topic.
Ever since Fr. Nick made us watch the original Bituing Walang Ningning fo
r class, I've been giddy about it. It was the big concert scene at the end that did me in, the one wherein Sharon Cuneta (whom I always suspect of smelling like old pancake make-up and mayonnaise in any film she's in) hands the mic to Cherie Gil (who sings better and probably doesn't smell too bad) mid-song. I could have cried. I didn't, but I could have. I'm sure the kitsch had something to do with my emotional response, but I'm just as sure that Sharon's show of power in the guise of relinquishing power had something to do with it, too. (Here. Sing. You will never be happy. Eeeeeeeeee.) The song was still in my head on the way home. The balutin mo ako part, anyway.It's almost six.
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