gaguhan time with mom.

we were getting ready to go to ATC. i saw mom wearing a light blue shirt.

ME: wow. nice shirt.
MOM: thanks.
ME: it really brings out your, uh...your...uh...
MOM: what? my curves?
ME: sort of. your, uh...bilbil.
MOM: excuse me! marami ako nung ganun.
ME: oh, right. so, "bilbils"?
MOM: yes. plurals dapat!

crap. i don't know how the hell we can talk to each other like that without a hairbrush flying straight to my face. oh well.

ooh, another story! we were going home from ATC, and super tahimik sa car kasi everyone was like, so tired na and all. and then i heard this sound and i was like,

ME: MOM!!! martin farted. eeww!
MARTIN: sorry, excuse me.
ME: weh. eh you wouldn't say "excuse me" nga if i hadn't heard it!
MOM: jo (my dad), pakibukas muna ng windows. hindi kakayanin ng car yung amoy.
MARTIN: oh, we should've set my seat on fire. it's gonna explode!

mehn. laughtrip. and yuckyness. bleh.