Fantastic!
Thought #1:
Ready, Aim, Fire! That is what the hot, cooking oil is saying altogether, banded by the flame of the oven ready to heat it for its purpose of cooking fried chicken for lunch. I held the plate of the marinated chicken in hand and put the drumstick in.
Sprikitik. Sprikitak. That was the sound the oil was making, telling me to back off because it was ready for some frying. My backing off however, didn't do any good.
Aray! Putang***! Those were the words of pain coming out of my mouth as I tossed the chicken over in the frying pan, while the angry and aggravated cooking oil jumped from the pan to my skin.
Bloody. That is how the chicken is when it is not cooked. That only meant that I had to cook it. Again. It took me a good three tries to get it just right.
Uy, sarap ah! My cooking has paid off. My brother liked my cooking.
Thought #2:
O sige na nga, para kay mommy. These were the words in my head as my brother and I started fixing some things and putting order into the unruly living room of our residence.
Ang sakit ng likod ko! This was what I felt while sweeping the himulmul off the goddamned carpet. Note to self: Get a vacuum.
Ako sa ilalim ng dinner table. I enthusiastically told my brother this, as I saw that there was more himulmul under the dinner table. The sweeping was kind of addicting, but tiring.
Ay, meron pa pala. I thought of this as I threw the trash, did the laundry, went back and forth, swept the floor, washed the dishes.. etc etc.
Thought #3:
Ah, at last! The intoxicating feeling of hearing a message sound from YIM. Got to chat with some people.
:( My emotion as I learned that my baby has no credit to reply. Pero okay lang yon, mahal ko siya.
Ahm.. err.. uhm... This is my reply to queries asked whose answers are still in the making because the self is still in the process of asking those questions herself.
Uneasy. That is what it feels like being on the hot seat. Makakasanayan ko rin siguro to.
Thought #4:
='( Another one of my emotions as I was texting with a beloved girl friend.
*sigh* A frequent gesture almost involuntarily done by my body when stressed/sad/empty/confused/any of the following/all of the above.
Pakshiyet. A feeling of disturbance striking up in the powerhouse of the human's system, located beneath the rib cage.
Stunned. This is my reaction to a particular individual who has been so good at pretending that it kills me the way she does it and why she behaves so. Sabihin mo na kasi. Pucha. Para namang hindi ako to.
Ukinayo. An Ilocano word used to curse and/or used to express one's disdain at the unavoidable insensitivity of the world's constant flux.
Thought #5: JSM An acronym for Just Shoot Me. A very applicable sentence that I can now use as a reply to anyone who causes me to grimace. And by grimace, I don't mean the big, fat, stupid-looking "potato".
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