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Ain’t Nothing Wrong With That
March 12, 2009, 3:17 pm
Filed under: Tabloid

Minna Atsumare! Ooyyy! Onara Taisou!

Half-awake, I manage to grab my phone and put off the alarm.  No, fifteen minutes more and I promise I am out of this bed.

Minna Atsumare! Ooyyy! Onara Taisou!

I heard Nodame singing again. My tired eyes are begging for another ten minutes or more, but my mind is telling me that I should throw off that blanket and be awake or else I will find myself running on the sidewalks of  Paseo to avoid being late from work.

This is the second day of me wanting my eyes closed beyond sleeping hours.  The first day’s reason of lack of sleep, should I blame my mother who is just doing her task of grinding whole peppercorns using mortar and pestle early in the morning near my room or should I blame the mortar and pestle instead for being such a handy kitchen tool to my mother?  Sigh. While last night, my friend needed me, so we stayed some place up until midnight and I listened to her stories and shared some of mine.

Going to work, I listen to the Morning Rush — as usual, it’s a hard habit to break, lalala-lala — to laugh and to keep the driver from saying to me, “Miss, wake up, wake up, san ba kayo? Bwendja na to.”

I am the first to be inside the van.  I am on earphones listening to some music while waiting for other passengers.  There comes, let’s call him, scaredkuya, who sits beside me. At that same moment, I heard the cue for The Top Ten.  Chico is now saying what the topic for that day’s Top Ten is, which is, The Top Ten Signs that You are a Spoiled Brat. Particularly, Delamar’s stories of Chico being a spoiled brat after the bottom half — of course, Chico’s in denial — make me titter.

Here is one of them, as far as I can recall:

C: It’s hot, hot, hot.

D: Let’s stay under that tree for a while to get shade.

C: What if there are critters there? (Looking scared)

D: (Shocked but managed to say) To that other tree then.

C: What if there is a rac-cooonnn there?  Oh, Del, Del, is that an otter I see in the pond? (LOL)

Scaredkuya had a conclusion that his seatmate is dotty and crazy and then opted transferring on the side seat, near the door.  At first, I thought that he just suddenly realized that he will get off Arnaiz, not Ayala and it will be difficult for him to get out when he is seated next to me — I am sitting behind the driver, four seats away from the door.  But no, he just didn’t want to be beside a mad woman I turned out to be.  I was prejudged. Huhuhu.

Oh, well, I don’t care.  I had a good morning laugh. 🙂

I’m even singing a Robert Randolph after that.

Whether it’s rock and roll or old soul (It don’t matter)
Disco, Calipso (It don’t matter)
Suit and tie or tie-dye (It don’t matter)
Snakeskins or Timberlands (It don’t matter)
Tight fade or long braid (It don’t matter)
Red head or brunette (It don’t matter)
Breakdance, slamdance (It don’t matter)
Do the jerk until it hurts
I’m tellin’ you.

Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that (I’m tellin’ you)
Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that (I’m tellin’ you)
Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that.



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