Ruth is a full-time writer. Foodie. Happy camper. Wanders a lot. Used to have the worst taste in men. A reformed swipe-a-holic. Reviving her blog after its death.
Sunday, September 15, 2002
More Dondon the Smartypants anecdotes
“Don, gusto mo ba ng spaghetti? Magluluto ako para sa iyo.” I asked.
He was lost in thought for a while, before he nodded his head, and then opened his mouth.
“Ate, diba ang mother nagluluto?” I thought that his teachers were prehistoric educators who expect that women should stay at home and slave for their men. Unfortunately, I don’t think I have the right to confuse the mind of a four-year-old child if I’m not always around to supervise him, so I nodded my head in agreement.
“Eh ang brother ano ang ginagawa?” I asked curiously.
“Kumakain.” He answered.
“Ang sister?”
“Nagluluto din. “
“Eh ang father?”
“Nagwawashing machine.” I’m glad that at least some of the gender roles were straight.
*******
When the hairdresser was through cutting my hair, he asked one of his assistants to blowdry it. I watched in horror as she produced a large clip-like iron and began to press my hair.
I was thinking that maybe I gave some signs that I wanted something done to my hair besides the basics haircut. I mentally counted my money, and prepared for the worse.
I was also thinking of how I would try to get out of the situation by some bullying tactics. Lines that would get me out of trouble, if the need arises. I’m a writer, goddamit, I can make a plausible escape route. So there I was, frowning at the blurred reflection in front of me, while the blow-drying mistress attacked and discussed my hair like I wasn’t there.
Some of those discussions I kept in my memory for posterity.
“Grabe, di ko pinangarap na magstraight ng ganitong buhok.”
“Naalala mo yung sa Tagaytay? Ganito din yung buhok ng babae sa Tagaytay diba?” Great, now my tress are being compared to a lady who lives in the vicinity of a volcano.
“Sobrang kapal ba ng buhok niya?”
“Oo, at sobrang kapal din ng strands.”
After torturing the senses of the hair-pressing freaks, my hairdresser returned.
“O diba, ganyan ang effect ng hair rebonding, ang ganda diba?” I swayed my head to witness the full effect (and also to satisfy the proud hairdresser).
“Oo, pero diba haircut lang?” With my eyes full of innocence.
“Oo, maagang Christmas Gift sa iyo yan ni Elle. Three hundred pesos yang ginawa ko sa iyo, pero libre lang yan ngayon. Ganyang-ganyan, pero mas maganda. Kaya wag ka nang magdalawang isip, magpahair rebond ka na.”
Have to send Elle, whoever she is, a thank-you card.
******
Faye and I reached an underground establishment during our barhopping escapades.
I was about to turn back and run to the opposite direction when I saw two men gyrating against each other. But when I saw some few scattered female across the room. I decided to brave it out and search for an empty table.
We found one next to a drunken freak. He discussed that unlike the ‘artists’ swarming in the bar, we are just ordinary people. So, he can speak in Tagalog.
He was obviously deprived of a good childhood.
******
People we ran into last night:
1) High School schoolmates. One of them remembered my name, it was embarrassing that all I could remember about her is that she came from a disgustingly rich family, and that she used to have eyeglasses and braces.
2) Schoolmate who had a girlfriend but was seen walking sweetly with another girl.
3) The best friend of a friend, who was actually a classmate of my best friend.
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