OVERHEARD at a resto:
Girl 1: “Di diay siya guapa?”
Girl 2: “Gi-filter man niya iyang photos.”
I’ll never be accused of filtering my photos because, first of all, I’m so old school. I don’t know how to use my phone.
When the younger generation tinkers with the phone, that’s when I realize, Oh, it can do that? But if they try to teach me how to use whatever it is they discovered while tinkering with it, I still won’t be able to absorb anything—the hi-tech lesson goes from my left ear straight to the right ear while skipping the brain in between.
I guess that’s one more version of reckless abandon? Which I used to apply to banana chips: Whenever I see banana chips I can’t help but buy them all—to the tune of Jose Mari Chan’s “Christmas In Our Hearts.”
And there was that night when I ordered halo-halo for dessert after a sinugbang-baboy dinner. Yes, I was behaving, staying carnivore while feasting on the pork. But the cravings for sweets won in the end.
Now, I’m into salted egg fish skin and salted egg chicharon. And while I was feasting on the salted egg fish skin, my nephew Mot said, “Ma-extinct na ang salted eggs kay wala na may salted manok.” Haha!
Yes, we’re a funny family. Puera buyag. The sense of humor has helped us survive through the worst of times.
And it seems like I now find some unusually funny observations as funnier than usual. For example, my sis asked our messenger to buy liquid hand soap but he bought body wash instead, and she told me about this. But when I finally saw the body wash—720 ml, 10.5 inches in height—I was shocked. I laughed so hard upon seeing it on top of the sink. It’s huge. Compared to the smaller—250 ml, 7.25 inches—liquid hand soap container, that is.
If this funny bone is the result of a carnivore diet, then, I’m not touching carbs anymore. Yes, I’ve said goodbye to banana chips after collecting all of the brands I could find, from S&R’s Members Value to the ones sold at Mactan-Cebu International Airport and at L Buono at SM Northwing, and also the ones in supermarkets and convenience stores. My craving for banana chips began in Cebu, at a hotel where they were part of its daily breakfast buffet.
That’s why I can’t relate with Sharon Cuneta’s diet. She said she still eats everything, but in moderation.
Please define moderation, because carbs will always make me eat more. Like the hopia at the Namfrel headquarters. I picked one, hoping that would be enough. But I had another piece right after. I thought that was it. But there was the third piece, as dessert after lunch. Tsk tsk.
The day after a carbo-loading feast, I always have to deal with allergies. Hmmm. Never again?
So, whenever I see sweets and carbs, I look for proteins and fats—to the tune of “Christmas In Our Hearts” again.
