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Health-O Screams
Friday, April 25, 2008

As I saaaaid, today is the only day since April 7, 2008 (and shall go on and on until May 31, 2008) that I can acquire a shut-eye until the sun is way above our heads, so I'm making the most out of it. Translation: narrating observations.

Really, I used to imagine my house as a place where good food reigns. Good, healthy, body-friendly and tongue-friendly indulges. It should have a kitchen with sweet, sweet oats, pasta that is most definitely NOT 95% oil, pizza that isn't composed of fat-inclusive ingredients, my Mother's home-made cookies and pies, and warm tea for the adults (as Migo puts it, but really, I drink tea and much to my dismay, I'm not considered an adult just yet).

But all good things must co-o-ome to an end, co-o-ome to a end.

Thanks to my god damned grandmother, the health freak in me is in riots. (And I'm just using that term of endearment to express my disappointment, she isn't really damned by our generous God) I know, I know, you can point fingers and scream that my diet is not exactly as healthy as Isa's is, but hell, at least I don't drink ice cream or splurge on chips and grease. I actually eat healthy food, when I get into my senses and actually eat that is. But that's besides the point. Yesterday, I found an almost-empty bottle of 1.5 litres of EVIL Coke-Zero snuggled within the cold realms of our refrigerator.

Coke. Fucking. Zero.

Soft drinks, in the Ruiz refrigerator. For a while, I thought my health-freak of a mother had gone insane. There's softdrinks in our refrigerator? I thought my father bent his rules against softdrinks after 17 years of its strict implementation.

Until tonight, that is. Migo, my darling of a little brother, opened the Frigidaire* refrigerator today and found Coke Light inside. What, it's not Zero anymore? What's next? Real live Coke? For crying out loud.

Migo: Uy! Coke!
Nanay Lily: Binili yan ng Nanay...sa tindahan sa baba *grins like a proud sheep*
Migo: Hindi kaya. Si Ate Nene bumili nito.
Nanay Lily: Ako.
Migo: Nakita ko kaya siyang bumili.
Me: *faked snorts to conceal my laughter*
Nanay Lily: But it's my money. I bought it.
Me: Nooo. Si Ate Nene bumili, kaya hindi ikaw ang bumili.
Arianne: ...

:)) CULPRIT DETECTED. The names of my LOVING PARENTS are cleared! THANK GOD. For a moment, I thought I lived in a different galaxy.

I do solemnly swear that if I see one more additional bottle of soft drinks in my father's Frigidairei* refrigerator, I will confront the Supreme Authorities (aka parents) at once.

*Frigidaire got me LAUGHING like crazy. =)) I never knew it was a friggin' brand. I thought it was SLANG for refrigerator, for crying out loud. :)))))))) Until I saw the brand name on the refrigerator. I stopped laughing and felt like an idiot. :| THANKS A LOT, MEDIA.

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Bianca Ruiz;
17;
Assumption Antipolo;
Ateneo de Manila University;
Management Engineering;
Occupation: Professional sleeper; Addiction: The faded era of the orange ball & persuation & color pigments;
True Addiction: Me&You.

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