Quicks, Sixth
I love how whenever Ma gets better, she wastes no time to head to the salon to get a make-over and to the nearest tiangge to find good bargains. Last night, she went home with my sister sporting a bob haircut — dyed red! — with the lingerie-inspired nighties to match. She had already tried them on to show us when I went downstairs to greet her home. “Matutuwa si Papa nito,” she said. “Wag niyo kami kakatukin mamaya ah!” I ran back upstairs — but only after my siblings and I went on a hysteria screaming “Ew!” running aimlessly around the living room.
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Just about an hour ago, I kissed Max and Ma goodbye; they were off to Alabang to have a day-out with our balik-bayan lola-tita. Before they headed out the gate, I had reprimanded sis about the outfit she had on, as I always do when she wears something that’s either too tight or too revealing — or both. She was wearing this jumper that had the “neckline” all the way below her chest area. She had a nice shirt on, sure, but the jumper’s straps and how tight it all was emphasized her bosom, like, totally unnecessarily. Eto namang nanay ko, tamang kunsintidora lang. “Hayaan mo nga yung kapatid mo,” she said. “Aba nung bata ako, ganyan rin ako ka-sexy, noh!” Cue Max making belat before going out the door.
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About a week ago, a neighbor of ours passed away. A friend of Pops’. On our way home after visiting the wake, Ma and Pops started talking about how they’d want to have their own wake and funeral and shit. And I was like WTF?! in my head the whole time. Kuya driving, William on the passenger’s seat in front, Max beside my folks in the middle row, I at the back. Not one of us four uttered a word. I was sure I was getting our sibling telepathy right. Uh, no, we don’t want to talk about this, at all, not right now, and not, like, ever. Recalling that ride home, I remember feeling so annoyed and a bit angry inside at how insensitive I thought they were. — This calls for a good long conversation over coffee, @rintintin02; help me process this.
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I just got to watch One More Chance yesterday, four years after its theatrical release. Back in 2007, I wasn’t as appreciative of local films — mainstream and otherwise — as I am now. There’s been so much fanfare about this film since it opened, and quite incomparably, in fact. There’s a “Facebook” version of it, quotable quotes galore everywhere (online and in real life), screencaps postings on blogs, repeated telecasts on cable and local TV, etc. And they’ve all caught my attention. Could it be really *that* good? I think my tweet right after watching it suffices to express what I thought of it: “Tengene ang-heavy ng One More Chance di ko kinaya /laslas vibes.” Effective.
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Two good friends of mine have decided to make this to be the walk-down-the-aisle score for their respective wedding ceremonies. And I can see why. It’s a string quartet cover of Switchfoot’s “Dare You To Move.” Ang-epic lang.
