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Monday, January 5, 2009

Oh Man Not Again!

Is there something wrong with my demeanor? My face? The way I talk? Oh man...People still find me funny in times that I choose not to be. And their reactions can be quite surprising, sometimes involving buccal/oral contents...

The first time it happened was when I was in grade six (that's sixth grade in the Philippine educational system). I was gonna tell my buddy Rafael something. I tapped him on his huge shoulder and he turned around, saw my face at an unlikely time, and he accidentally spit out all the delicious brownie particles in his mouth. And they had a safe landing on my face. All I wanted was to find out something, probably for our homework. Instead, I got brownies from his mouth that I really didn't want.

During my ex's birthday party. Camille was drinking sprite when I told her something random about my sleep habits and my sense of how late I allow myself outside home. Again, this seemed funny to her and I didn't only illicit laughter. I got somethind tangible, this time in liquid form. It was not fun. I had "recycled sprite". Her nasal and oropharynx became uncomfortable from the acidity of sprite.

I thought that was the last episode, until early today...

Eye-riz had to get her car serviced, and I happened to live around the auto mall. We had lunch at one of my favorite places to save her from boredom, and we ordered old-school filipino favorites: bulalo (a variation of beef soup...?) and crispy pata (deep-fried pork leg?). Oh man. I loved the food!

For some reason our conversation decided to get a bit serious. I offered my advice- I was dead serious and I had so much wisdom brewing in my brain, wanting out. In mid-sentence, the inevitable happened.

She thought I was funny (my face? my expression? dammit what is effin wrong with me?). And so, in addition to the garlic rice, meat, and soup I was having...she involuntarily shared hers.

A bowl-ful of apologies followed concurrently with a blushing face and that really charming laughter that I found annoying at that instant.

At least I, I meant literally and physically, made you laugh. Ha. Ha.


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