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happy father's day, A!

i've actually been greeting A and my dad happy father's day ever since june started; this is an overdue post.  dug up a photo i'd taken of A early last year when we were still in our QC apartment.  had wanted to make him subject of this portrait painting i was supposed to make for an mfa class.  anyway, i dropped the subject, so i never got to do the painting.  needless to say A was a most unwilling subject--probably because he was too self-conscious.  he kept making kenkoy faces while i was taking the pics. anyhow, i was able to capture a couple of pics i really like.  it captures a side of him i think people don't really get to see a lot (because he is always kenkoy or when he's intense, he's too scarily intense)--a pensive one.  wish, though, i had better lighting inside the apartment.

my kewpie doll

The next pussycat doll is…

me!

i had the most outrageous dream last night. i dreamt i was one of the contenders for the next pussycat doll.

my dream started with the first day of the challenges. apparently I had overslept, and all the girls were already in this ballroom of the hotel. there was a queue, and the girls were all writing down something in these passport-like booklets. turns out they were filling out resume forms.  because i was late, i didn't get any booklet, and i then i realized there was another girl who was in the same predicament as i was.  the only difference was--and it made me self-conscious--she was able to take a shower before coming to the ballroom:  her hair smelled freshly shampooed.

i ask one of the organizers for a booklet for myself and the other girl, and of course they give me the run-around for being late, and suddenly it's time for the first challenge (challenge?!!! parang "amazing race"?).

there was this jet li lookalike who was brandishing what looked like a bamboo pole.  he moved this way and that, until he stopped in front of me, his intense eyes engaging with my gaze while he proceeded to spar with me. 

well, it did look like he wanted to spar with me--it was the only thing i could make of the situation.  so, spar with him i did.

and then i realized just how badly out of shape i was.  my arms and legs felt weak as i did my best to swing a kick at him and parry his bamboo pole with my arms.  surprisingly, though, i made quite an impression on the audience, because there were oohs and aahs from the audience.  i was able to deal the jet li lookalike 2 blows, and it seemed enough for him to give up on me and move on to a next sparring partner.

would have wanted to know how i fared with the judges, if what i did was enough to get me through to the next round, but there was a loud sob and a well-enunciated "mam-ma" that pierced though my consciousness.

anton had woken up.

there went my bid for being the next pussycat doll.

p.s. this is what i get for setting the tv on sleep while watching "the search for the next pussycat doll".

kuleeet!!!

i swear. the day anton hit his ninth month, he's been bouncing off the walls.  i could never get him anymore to keep still for a photo, even if for just a couple of minutes.

resigned.

there. i did it.  texted my boss i finally decided to quit. 

after 10 semesters (five years), i'm not teaching anymore! not this sem, nor the next nor ever. i think.

and strangely i don't know how i feel about it.