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Grandma wants to be a jejemon

Day # 106 (09/09/2008) Landed

Last week, I sat with my grandma and spent a considerable amount of time talking about THE SECRET PROJECT. We ended up talking about the horrible way my dad texts.

“Y d na u txt?” He texted me once and I still couldn’t get over it.

My grandma said that sometimes she couldn’t understand what he’s trying to say.

I told my grandma, “The next time he texts like that, text him back and say, “Jejemon ka!”

Naturally, I had to explain to her what a jejemon is.

A few hours later, after we had parted ways, I texted my grandma to check if she remembered to bring with her the two books I wanted her to read (For Laci by Denise Rocha and Witness by Amber Frey, in case you were wondering).

She replied, “Siempre naman, forget ko lahat but not those two”

I texted, “That’s good. Tell me when you’re done with the books, I’ll lend you others”

Then she replied in a hideous attempt to text like a jejemon. “Ok. kaya ko lab u so, style papa mo?”

Haha. I told her her jejemon audition failed miserably – especially since she used the word “so.”

She texted again, “Give me time, i can always learn. God forbid!”

God forbid indeed. I love my grandma – she’s hilarious.

In other news, Jill and I went jogging again today and this time, I didn’t feel like I was dying. I posted about it on Facebook and soon, friends were trying to convince me to join marathons.

Are they out of their minds?!

Like I said on Facebook, that’s like asking someone who just made instant noodles to cook a gourmet meal.

I see no marathons in my future – except for the DVD kind.

Strangely, jogging put me in a writing mood. Not only did I finish an article early, I also ended up blogging. So yeah, maybe jogging has its perks.

Speaking of cooking, we spent an entire Saturday taking a cooking class and eating what we made. I had fun (The food was good and I ate pasta and cheesecake for the first time in two months! My tastebuds were screaming with joy!) but Giff almost sliced the tip of his finger off. That was crazy and scary and bloody.

Speaking of crazy (but not scary and bloody), I can’t wait for October. Oh yes, we will make it happen.


Motherfucking jogging and death by jump rope

Day # 132 (10/05/2008) Practically a dead duck

After months of staying away from that blasted oval, Jill and I went to the sports complex to jog.

I wasn’t exactly prepared. I had to borrow socks. And when Jill saw me wearing my Pink Panther pajama shorts with my sweatband, she said, “Seriously? You’re wearing that?”

And that’s how I ended up wearing my new gray Cotton On leggings instead. I am pretty sure those leggings anticipated a lot of fun times with me – maybe drunken nights out with my pink Doc Martens, a trip or two abroad – but what did they get? An hour of witnessing just how out of shape I really am.
Not fun at all.

I did half-hearted stretches (I loathe stretching) before beginning to walk around the oval. I walked twice around the oval before beginning to jog. Strangely, the song that propelled me forward and made me start running wasn’t by Lady Gaga or No Doubt. It was Be My Baby. Yes, the 1963 hit by the Ronettes. I am such a grandma.

And today’s attempt at jogging proved just how big a grandma I am. I couldn’t even make it around the oval. I was breathless. So I started walking again. Then I started jogging again. And soon, I was breathless again. So I switched to walking. Then I stopped.

I said, screw jogging, screw walking, I’m going to jump rope. But the jump rope I bought was crappy – when I took it out of the box, it refused to completely unfurl. It looked almost like an ancient telephone cord. I still tried anyway but couldn’t manage to go beyond thirty consecutive jumps because the darn rope kept getting caught on my shoe. I tried about five to six more times but stopped. I need to buy a new jump rope.

It was good that I stopped because at that point, my chest was pounding so hard I thought I was going to die.

Jill looked like she had a great workout, she was all sweaty and red-faced while I was having a near death experience.

We walked back to the car. My chest was still pounding, my knees were jelly and I felt like collapsing.

But I did not collapse. And I did not die.

So I celebrated this new lease on life by eating mangoes. A lot of mangoes.

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