More Parental Advice
Friday, October 08, 2004
Just last month, I posted an entry entitled Some Parental Advice. A month later, I get another unsolicited advice, this time from my stepmom.
You see, this morning, or afternoon rather (that's morning to me =) ), I made the mistake of saying yes when my mom asked me if I could drop her off at Rockwell.
As we were exiting the village, a conversation transpires...
Mom: Where do you stay in Boracay?
Me: In lolo's laundry shop.
Mom: Oh, you stayed there with A, no?
Me: (Uh- oh! Trouble ahead!) No.
Mom: Yes, you did!
Me: (Defensively) No! (Okay, there's a traitor among us! I wonder who told!? We had this pact! Was it my uncle? Whatever happened to 'This is my island! Whatever happens in Boracay, stays in Boracay!'? How about tito? Maybe it was the other tito? No, they wouldn't tell! Damnit!)
Mom: Where does A stay?
Me: (Trying hard not to smile and laugh) Downstairs. With uncle and the rest of the management.
Mom: Liar!
Me: Yes!
Mom: Liar! You, liar! The girls told me!
Me: Girls?! What girls?! (Yeah, what girls?! Who is she talking about?)
Mom: The girls! The ones your lolo hired to watch the place! The ones who does the laundry!
Me: (Oh, fudge!)
Mom: Just use protection.
Me: (Shocked!) Mo- om! (Oh God! Help me! Please Earth open up and swallow me whole!)
Mom: Well, cuz you already know about the birds and the bees... Just be safe. You don't want... (to get pregnant accidentally)...
Me: Mom! You don't need to remind me! Ever since I was a child, I've been hearing that! (Waaaaaahhhhh!!!!)
Mom: Well, sometimes you need to hear it again.
Me: (Okay, don't react. Don't react! Try hard not to be defensive!)
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, my parents, once again, shocked and mortified me!
And I thought that what happens in Boracay, stays in Boracay. A pact that everybody heeded to. Apparently not, when it is the locals themselves who rat on you, damnit! A and I have gone to Boracay thrice and it has been a closely guarded secret that he stays with me (Well, not anymore now that my parents know!). My uncle and titos knew but didn't say anything, and even said not to worry because they know I'm old enough (now how cool is that?!) and as my uncle says, 'This is my island! What happens in Boracay, stays in Boracay!" I appreciated that.
To my sisters, Ciara and Cami: See? Once again, I'm right. Remember my theory that our parents think the worst of us, even if it's not true, so that if it becomes true, they wouldn't be shocked anymore? There you go. Another example.
Side note: Whoa! Did you feel that earthquake? I knew I had to run out because the entire building might collapse on my head but I waited for like 5 seconds, thinking it might stop. In those 5 seconds, I entertained the thought that it just might be the vibrations from the loudness of our sound system upstairs at the bar. But it wasn't. My computer and the chair started swaying and I felt dizzy. And then, I saw our telephone cord swaying violently. "Okay," I said to myself, "Time to run." But, of course, before I did, I YM-ed my friend in Australia, who I was conversing with to say, "Shit! Earthquake!" Friends, you just have witnessed how screwed up my priorities can get!!!
You see, this morning, or afternoon rather (that's morning to me =) ), I made the mistake of saying yes when my mom asked me if I could drop her off at Rockwell.
As we were exiting the village, a conversation transpires...
Mom: Where do you stay in Boracay?
Me: In lolo's laundry shop.
Mom: Oh, you stayed there with A, no?
Me: (Uh- oh! Trouble ahead!) No.
Mom: Yes, you did!
Me: (Defensively) No! (Okay, there's a traitor among us! I wonder who told!? We had this pact! Was it my uncle? Whatever happened to 'This is my island! Whatever happens in Boracay, stays in Boracay!'? How about tito? Maybe it was the other tito? No, they wouldn't tell! Damnit!)
Mom: Where does A stay?
Me: (Trying hard not to smile and laugh) Downstairs. With uncle and the rest of the management.
Mom: Liar!
Me: Yes!
Mom: Liar! You, liar! The girls told me!
Me: Girls?! What girls?! (Yeah, what girls?! Who is she talking about?)
Mom: The girls! The ones your lolo hired to watch the place! The ones who does the laundry!
Me: (Oh, fudge!)
Mom: Just use protection.
Me: (Shocked!) Mo- om! (Oh God! Help me! Please Earth open up and swallow me whole!)
Mom: Well, cuz you already know about the birds and the bees... Just be safe. You don't want... (to get pregnant accidentally)...
Me: Mom! You don't need to remind me! Ever since I was a child, I've been hearing that! (Waaaaaahhhhh!!!!)
Mom: Well, sometimes you need to hear it again.
Me: (Okay, don't react. Don't react! Try hard not to be defensive!)
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, my parents, once again, shocked and mortified me!
And I thought that what happens in Boracay, stays in Boracay. A pact that everybody heeded to. Apparently not, when it is the locals themselves who rat on you, damnit! A and I have gone to Boracay thrice and it has been a closely guarded secret that he stays with me (Well, not anymore now that my parents know!). My uncle and titos knew but didn't say anything, and even said not to worry because they know I'm old enough (now how cool is that?!) and as my uncle says, 'This is my island! What happens in Boracay, stays in Boracay!" I appreciated that.
To my sisters, Ciara and Cami: See? Once again, I'm right. Remember my theory that our parents think the worst of us, even if it's not true, so that if it becomes true, they wouldn't be shocked anymore? There you go. Another example.
Side note: Whoa! Did you feel that earthquake? I knew I had to run out because the entire building might collapse on my head but I waited for like 5 seconds, thinking it might stop. In those 5 seconds, I entertained the thought that it just might be the vibrations from the loudness of our sound system upstairs at the bar. But it wasn't. My computer and the chair started swaying and I felt dizzy. And then, I saw our telephone cord swaying violently. "Okay," I said to myself, "Time to run." But, of course, before I did, I YM-ed my friend in Australia, who I was conversing with to say, "Shit! Earthquake!" Friends, you just have witnessed how screwed up my priorities can get!!!
5 Comments:
creepy. yeah, parents always assume the worst. If some girl knocked on our door and carried a baby in her hands, my mom would probably take her in and assume its mine.
hehehe... my first reaction was to send a YM too :D
i think you're lucky that your parents didn't freak out about you spending your holiday w/ your bf! how liberal of them! once, i told my parents i wanted to live w/ my bf (right before we got engaged) and she yelled "we know you're having s-e-x!"
to this day, i don't think my mom can even say the word "sex" without spelling it out! at least yours discussed protection!
Soloflite- Haha! That's funny!
Kai- Totally hot seat! I seriously wanted the ground to open up and swallow me. I thought of changing the subject but I knew that would make me seem more defensive so I just shut up.
Kat- I guess my parents are cool with it because they went through the same thing. I, myself, am a product of premarital sex. =P My half-brothers are products of pre-marital sex too. Some of my cousins, the first borns of my uncles and aunts, are products of premarital sex as well. So it's not a shocker anymore in my family. Still, it is a great influence and example not to follow into their footsteps. :)
okay no wonder your blog is again blocked at our office!
this post makes me want to go to boracay. lucky you! it's your job! i on the other hand, will be spending the next two weekends doing post-productions. bah.
oh yeah. i did feel that quake. chips and i were eating at Cascada. we thought about running out when the lights started flickering, but the steak was too good.
parents can say the funniest things. my mom was pretty smart about "the talk" after coming from a youth seminar with our church she just handed me this book she bought in singapore that had ALL the information i would ever need to know about men's and women's bodies, protection, you name it...it had it!
i was the walking encyclopedia of sexual facts for a year because of this! haha
as for the earthquake, i was in tagaytay having dinner with friends in antonio's (if you and A want to celebrate something big and have never been there, please make reservations to go there!!! it is fantastic!!) we honestly considered that the host of that dinner spiked all our dalandan juices with something! because the waiters looked comppltely calm but our table and water glasses were rocking back and forth! classic.
much love, cat :)
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