He told me he was bitten by a rat one day. I tried to supress a laugh while thinking of how he could easily sit on a rat and squash it to death, but being the good girlfriend he thought I was, I tried to act concerned and inspected what he believed were two small rat bite marks on his forehead.
B2: "It's not a rat bite baby, you just might've scratched it or something..."
B1: "I think it's a rat bite (complete with a description of how it SHOULD qualify as a rat bite it having two ratty incisor marks and all)"
B2: "I think it was done by a mouse. Get a rat trap."
Rat. Rats. Mouse. Mouses. Mice. Mices.
Whatever.
These critters irk him so much that it makes me laugh everytime I think about it. Now I know the reason behind those elephants-being-afraid-of-mice depictions you see on kiddie cartoons.
The next day, I received this text message from him:
"Yikes baby! Had a bad dream about a big giant rat. Kept coaxing it out with bait then when I heard it rustle under some papers, I hit it with my shoe. Took several tries but was able to kill it. It was the size of a cat and I kept saying 'yuck yuck yuck' when I was moving it's body. But when I was about to throw it out, it fuckin' moved!It's red eyes glowed menacingly while wiggling that icky tail! I was about to hit it again when I woke up. I just had an encounter with the king of rats!"
Suddenly, I can't control the urge not to laugh out loud. And laughed out loud I did. The vivid description! The deep seated abhorrence! The drama! The emotional power of it all!
Let's see:
-horror movies
-dentists
-roaches
-tricycles
-rats
That's when it hit me... I fell in love with a big boy who chose not to get old. He's still, after all, a baby at heart. :P
I should go clean his room and scout for them imaginary rodents.
"you have me at the palm of your biggie hand..."
somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
by E. E. Cummings
somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look will easily unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose
or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands...
note: coincidentally, the poem was also the same one used in that song "the first time i loved forever" from "beauty and the beast"! haha! love and sarcasm all in one post... so, here's to us:
may we continue to fuck each other for all eternity. :P
Aysee you in Pasig, Sisig.
So there was this great hype about Aysee's sisig (Pasig), probably because I've been there before and I could say that they indeed have one of the best sisigs in town. I've been telling B1 about how it received great reviews even though you could classify it as a hole in the wall resto. After a few failed attempts for me to bring him there, either it was closed already, or we're too damn horny to notice, he finally told me "Don't have dinner yet. We're eating at Aysee's tonight".
I arrived first at Metrowalk and he surprised me and my yucky Pink Guava juice from Starbs as I was about to share a seat with some hot babe. Tsk! Tsk! That would've been a point already for me and our little project! Everything was all fine and dandy and romantic when something unthinkable happened... even though we're almost godly in our criteria for our self formed Mutual Admiration Society (us and our bloated egos), shit happens and we ended up with our very first dose of relationship downside.
Things got a bit better so we still decided to continue having dinner at Aysee's. That and because we can't stand the police laden nature of Metrowalk that night. Upon getting there, some semi drunks occupied almost all the tables avaialble. The place was kinda seedy, but hey, it has good food. We decided to order just one sizzling plate of their sisig for the following reasons: 1. we're trying to shed off a few pounds. Sisig is made of pork. Pork contains lots of calories. 2. we were still nauseous from our brain excercise. 3. we were totally drained from one hell of a workweek. We need those porn star auditions asap! 4. we were too damn hungry to wait for more food being cooked which became the reason as to why we, yet again, forgot to take pictures of what we're about to eat before being eaten. In this case, that would be the sisig with the raw egg still pristinely whole above it.
Food service was fast and friendly. We didn't have to wait that long and maybe that's where all the negativities came from. It was like our sisig was one of those reheated entries (hence the fast service). It was supposed to be crispy and crunchy - just the way my friend and I had it before. This one tastes... reheated. Still, you can tell that it really was a good sisig. It's just that our taste buds were kinda "maarte" from all the raging hormones of love, betrayal, jealousy (uyyy.... react! react! :P), and hunger.
Next was the choice of program to be shown. We know it's National Geographic - sosyal... but a documentary about RATS???? B1's tum tum flipped over at the sight of these rodents on tv, and I mean GIANT rodents (much like he is..errr.. giant I mean). I know for a fact that he hates rats, down to their very core, so please, stop showing that in front of him when he's eating and when he's emotionally unstable, and when he has beer in front of him, and when he is trying to show his bestial nature by marking his territory (yiheee...). I told him to just look away, but I guess these rodents have more power than, let's say, a hardcore porn flick about a threesome. He just can't resist the temptation of peeking at their hairy bodies, big incisors, and long icky tails. Even my plunging neckline and pretty cleavage wasn't enough to tear his glued eyes away from the TV!! Boob tube: 1 , boobs: 0.
*shudder. shudder*
His sense of humor kinda saved the night. One bad joke and we were all loud and at our usual selves. And by that I mean the kind that restos would place a "do not admit again" sign with the picture of us two for laughing so hard and being too noisy.
Inasmuch as we also don't want to pick on the physical make up of the places we go to since we cater to discovering the cheap and wallet friendly establishments around the metro, the only problem I have with this one is the slippery floor on the way to it's unisex cr. Well, this one's my fault (like with our emotional escapade. I admit. Mea culpa) because I was wearing the inappropriate footwear. Good thing the service boys and other customers were gentleman enough to assist me and my platform heels.
Overall, the first visit there kinda disappointed me. And what's funny is that I don't even blame them for it. Maybe it's just because we were feeling kinda blah that made us give a sort of blah review. Still, we know we'd definitely be back, on a better mood, and hopefully on a better TV show. By then, I know the next review will be a redeemer.
Oh... and still... you can never go wrong with San Mig Light.
And to B1, I publicly apologize. Just wanna tell you too that you were cute when you were being masculine and all that. I'm a rat. No, worse than that... I'm a rat's ass. ;P
Till the next time we visit this place again.
I arrived first at Metrowalk and he surprised me and my yucky Pink Guava juice from Starbs as I was about to share a seat with some hot babe. Tsk! Tsk! That would've been a point already for me and our little project! Everything was all fine and dandy and romantic when something unthinkable happened... even though we're almost godly in our criteria for our self formed Mutual Admiration Society (us and our bloated egos), shit happens and we ended up with our very first dose of relationship downside.
Things got a bit better so we still decided to continue having dinner at Aysee's. That and because we can't stand the police laden nature of Metrowalk that night. Upon getting there, some semi drunks occupied almost all the tables avaialble. The place was kinda seedy, but hey, it has good food. We decided to order just one sizzling plate of their sisig for the following reasons: 1. we're trying to shed off a few pounds. Sisig is made of pork. Pork contains lots of calories. 2. we were still nauseous from our brain excercise. 3. we were totally drained from one hell of a workweek. We need those porn star auditions asap! 4. we were too damn hungry to wait for more food being cooked which became the reason as to why we, yet again, forgot to take pictures of what we're about to eat before being eaten. In this case, that would be the sisig with the raw egg still pristinely whole above it.
Food service was fast and friendly. We didn't have to wait that long and maybe that's where all the negativities came from. It was like our sisig was one of those reheated entries (hence the fast service). It was supposed to be crispy and crunchy - just the way my friend and I had it before. This one tastes... reheated. Still, you can tell that it really was a good sisig. It's just that our taste buds were kinda "maarte" from all the raging hormones of love, betrayal, jealousy (uyyy.... react! react! :P), and hunger.
Next was the choice of program to be shown. We know it's National Geographic - sosyal... but a documentary about RATS???? B1's tum tum flipped over at the sight of these rodents on tv, and I mean GIANT rodents (much like he is..errr.. giant I mean). I know for a fact that he hates rats, down to their very core, so please, stop showing that in front of him when he's eating and when he's emotionally unstable, and when he has beer in front of him, and when he is trying to show his bestial nature by marking his territory (yiheee...). I told him to just look away, but I guess these rodents have more power than, let's say, a hardcore porn flick about a threesome. He just can't resist the temptation of peeking at their hairy bodies, big incisors, and long icky tails. Even my plunging neckline and pretty cleavage wasn't enough to tear his glued eyes away from the TV!! Boob tube: 1 , boobs: 0.
*shudder. shudder*
His sense of humor kinda saved the night. One bad joke and we were all loud and at our usual selves. And by that I mean the kind that restos would place a "do not admit again" sign with the picture of us two for laughing so hard and being too noisy.
Inasmuch as we also don't want to pick on the physical make up of the places we go to since we cater to discovering the cheap and wallet friendly establishments around the metro, the only problem I have with this one is the slippery floor on the way to it's unisex cr. Well, this one's my fault (like with our emotional escapade. I admit. Mea culpa) because I was wearing the inappropriate footwear. Good thing the service boys and other customers were gentleman enough to assist me and my platform heels.
Overall, the first visit there kinda disappointed me. And what's funny is that I don't even blame them for it. Maybe it's just because we were feeling kinda blah that made us give a sort of blah review. Still, we know we'd definitely be back, on a better mood, and hopefully on a better TV show. By then, I know the next review will be a redeemer.
Oh... and still... you can never go wrong with San Mig Light.
And to B1, I publicly apologize. Just wanna tell you too that you were cute when you were being masculine and all that. I'm a rat. No, worse than that... I'm a rat's ass. ;P
Till the next time we visit this place again.
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)