isa pang eksena

one saturday night, picture riccicutie in a pa-sosyal get-up, wearing a skimpy blouse, showing some cleavage, the shortest skirt, face all made-up with black eyeliner, exuding the pa-sexy attitude.

she loiters around glorietta 4, brushing elbows with some snooty kids speaking in some twisted english. then she enters a shop that sells iPods. trying hard not to show everyone that she's salavating over the accessories that could accompany her iPod. everything's going well, the get-up, the projection, the whole show.

until

"chi, black eyed peas o"

it was nanay, pointing to the flat screen tv that's showing an mtv of some pop-rap group.

all eyes are on us.

"nooooooo!!!" i was supposed to utter aloud, but no sound came out... perhaps out of shame. to nanay, any american group, with a black member, who does rapping, is synonymous with the black eyed peas.

the conyo kids, the real sosyals, said in unison "no, they're not!!"

at hindi doon nagtatapos ang kahihiyan.

"sinasayaw namin yang kantang yan sa aerobics class namin e" attempting to do the movements from her aero class.

she must have executed 2 counts of movements, but before she could continue, i grabbed her in the arms and dragged her out of the shop.

"nanay! you're embarassing me!" i hissed!

kung pwede lang baliktarin ang mundo. where the kids could make pingot their parents, i'd definitely do that!

moral of the story: do not leave your jologs mom unattended. ever.