kathy tagged me with this. Since i am an open book im having a hard time thinking what are my secrets...hmmm...
1. I burned my finger when I was 3 and my palm when I was 6.
As a curious kid, I always try what my mama would tell me not to try. I was 3 then, when she was cooking “maja blanca” and as she poured it in the pan she told me not to touch it because it is hot. When she turned her back on me I dipped my finger in. The next thing I could remember were the grueling trips to the hospital for treatments and the sleepless nights that followed.
The “maja blanca” incident should have served me a lesson but I guess I forgot all about it. When I was 6 I burned my right palm from the iron this time. Ate Nenen, my cousin, just finished ironing and was letting the iron to cool. She told me and Jonald, my brother, not to touch it because it is hot. I was wondering if it’s hot then why was she able to hold it. So I ask jonald to hold the handle and check if it was really hot (I don’t want to be the one to touch it…it might be too hot to handle!). He hold the handle, grinned and told me…”ate, mainit pero konti lang” (sis, it’s a little bit hot) so I tried it myself…I hold the handle with my left hand and touched the hot plate with my right palm! The next thing I could remember were the grueling trips to the hospital for treatments and the sleepless nights that followed. :P
2. I bite a red bell pepper convinced that it was an apple!
I was 5 when it happened. Apples were categorized by Mama as “for special occasions only” back then because it was expensive at P20 / pc and it wasn’t always available in the rural Bislig. One Saturday morning, Mama came from the wet market and it has been our (jonald and me) habit to meet her at the front door and carry the “net bags” to the kitchen. She left us with our cousin, Nonoy, to unpack the bags. Nonoy was holding a big red pepper and told me that it’s an apple! I secretly believed him (he is a decade older than me and we were taught to believe the elders…malay ko bang joke yun!)…so when he put it down I bite it and learned how foolish I am to believe that its an apple! Hehe…maanghang pala ang red pepper lalo na kung 5 ka lang!
3. I learned to cut class when I was in grade 5.
i was a transferee in school. I was different from the rest. I don’t speak nor understand Kapampangan (a local dialect) and I speak English and Tagalog differently. I pronounce “e” as “i” (poor Rizal I read Pepe as Pipi...bought Neps for Nips!). Classmates bashed me because of that and I was embarrassed. How would you expect a Bisaya to speak English and Tagalog in her first few months in Pampanga anyway? So because of that, I cut class and told Mama that my teacher in the afternoon class is absent. I have done that several times and Mama didn’t discover that I was lying until my teacher went to our home to see her! yikes!
4. I was jealous with my brother getting more attention from our parents
I was a victim of sibling rivalry during my high school days. Self-centered and rebellious, I despised it every time Mama would favor my brother…maybe because im stubborn and hardheaded that’s why they favor him. I do not understand why my parents always expected me to give way to my brother simply because I am older. Good thing the “jealous feeling” made me strive harder to earn their trust and confidence to let me study college away from home and live independently. I really wanted it that way so that I won’t witness how they favor him over me.
The experience of living far from home made me realized that they love me just as much as they love him.
5. I am a cry baby
Yes, I am a cry baby. I may have a strong personality and often perceived as mataray and masungit but I easily cry. I am moved to tears when I see winning moments, witness weddings, see a baby sleeping, read novels, watch movies, reminisce memories…basta iyakin ako di nga lang obvious!
1. I burned my finger when I was 3 and my palm when I was 6.
As a curious kid, I always try what my mama would tell me not to try. I was 3 then, when she was cooking “maja blanca” and as she poured it in the pan she told me not to touch it because it is hot. When she turned her back on me I dipped my finger in. The next thing I could remember were the grueling trips to the hospital for treatments and the sleepless nights that followed.
The “maja blanca” incident should have served me a lesson but I guess I forgot all about it. When I was 6 I burned my right palm from the iron this time. Ate Nenen, my cousin, just finished ironing and was letting the iron to cool. She told me and Jonald, my brother, not to touch it because it is hot. I was wondering if it’s hot then why was she able to hold it. So I ask jonald to hold the handle and check if it was really hot (I don’t want to be the one to touch it…it might be too hot to handle!). He hold the handle, grinned and told me…”ate, mainit pero konti lang” (sis, it’s a little bit hot) so I tried it myself…I hold the handle with my left hand and touched the hot plate with my right palm! The next thing I could remember were the grueling trips to the hospital for treatments and the sleepless nights that followed. :P
2. I bite a red bell pepper convinced that it was an apple!
I was 5 when it happened. Apples were categorized by Mama as “for special occasions only” back then because it was expensive at P20 / pc and it wasn’t always available in the rural Bislig. One Saturday morning, Mama came from the wet market and it has been our (jonald and me) habit to meet her at the front door and carry the “net bags” to the kitchen. She left us with our cousin, Nonoy, to unpack the bags. Nonoy was holding a big red pepper and told me that it’s an apple! I secretly believed him (he is a decade older than me and we were taught to believe the elders…malay ko bang joke yun!)…so when he put it down I bite it and learned how foolish I am to believe that its an apple! Hehe…maanghang pala ang red pepper lalo na kung 5 ka lang!
3. I learned to cut class when I was in grade 5.
i was a transferee in school. I was different from the rest. I don’t speak nor understand Kapampangan (a local dialect) and I speak English and Tagalog differently. I pronounce “e” as “i” (poor Rizal I read Pepe as Pipi...bought Neps for Nips!). Classmates bashed me because of that and I was embarrassed. How would you expect a Bisaya to speak English and Tagalog in her first few months in Pampanga anyway? So because of that, I cut class and told Mama that my teacher in the afternoon class is absent. I have done that several times and Mama didn’t discover that I was lying until my teacher went to our home to see her! yikes!
4. I was jealous with my brother getting more attention from our parents
I was a victim of sibling rivalry during my high school days. Self-centered and rebellious, I despised it every time Mama would favor my brother…maybe because im stubborn and hardheaded that’s why they favor him. I do not understand why my parents always expected me to give way to my brother simply because I am older. Good thing the “jealous feeling” made me strive harder to earn their trust and confidence to let me study college away from home and live independently. I really wanted it that way so that I won’t witness how they favor him over me.
The experience of living far from home made me realized that they love me just as much as they love him.
5. I am a cry baby
Yes, I am a cry baby. I may have a strong personality and often perceived as mataray and masungit but I easily cry. I am moved to tears when I see winning moments, witness weddings, see a baby sleeping, read novels, watch movies, reminisce memories…basta iyakin ako di nga lang obvious!
im tagging...
crossroads - sige na che! para may ma iblog ka na
viks - so i can read something new in your site :)
bige - i know u have lots to share! :P
crossroads - sige na che! para may ma iblog ka na
viks - so i can read something new in your site :)
bige - i know u have lots to share! :P
ronald - wala ka din new post eh..
hey guys its your turn to reveal some of your secrets! :P
7 comments:
what else can i say... mas makulit ka talaga sakin. sutil! hahaha
that incident with the pepper/apple was hilarious! you know i have a friend who told me that one of her friends (layo ng relation ano?) was color blind, and so often would not recognize red hot chilis on food. that would be such an inconvenience when eating Thai food!
thanks for obliging me on this meme, hazel! yay! :)
You know what? My late grandfather loved to eat red bell peppers...akalain mo yun?!
Anyway what's with you and the "wanting" touch hot stuff?! hahaha
crossroads: mas makulit lang but we are equally sutil!
kathy: hirap nun ah?! hmmm...tingin nya sa chilis pasas?!
verns: i don't know maybe i justed wanted to check if its really hot...if its hot it should be smoking right?! :P
"I am moved to tears when I see winning moments, witness weddings, see a baby sleeping, read novels, watch movies, reminisce memories" => Hmm.. Sweet!!
Hey.. thanks for tagging me. I LOVE tags. Will give it a shot soon. !!
:) thanks.
i know you love tags! i still remember how you complied to the "8 things about you" tag! :P
how much fun ur brother would have had after giving you red chili.
great post miss
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