| A DOSE OF DARK WATER
A DVD marathon is a sure and fun way to kill time with my cousins in a not-so-humid day at my granny's house. Binging on bananaque and fried camote, our life seemed so easy and light. But after a series of girlish shrieks caused by Tommy Lee Jones's "The Hunted" and the tummy-aching hysteria of "Scary Movie 3", our eyes can't take the excess TV radiation (that damages Silicon molecules) anymore, so they decided to play cards instead.
We were six --my tita, four cousins and me. Since Pusoy Dos isn't my kind of card game (basically because I don't know how to play it), I skipped it and had another round of merienda, which consists of (again) bananaque and fried camote, but with Coke. They were so noisy laughing that they woke up my 3-month old niece, who curiously watched the game after her untimely awakening.
Right after I finished my meal, I went straight to the crowd, which was then playing Lucky 9, and they had a consequence. He who loses must drink a glass of water --straight. That time, my tita was buta, or the frequent loser. I got interested and joined their game at the thought that it would be fun. It was really --they had fun of me. And I just wished I hadn't joined them.
In a short span of an hour playing, I lost six times, which meant six glasses of water in my stomach. Talk about getting bundat during the summer, drinking lots of water is the key.
Another card game? Nah. Probably Unggoy-ungguyan, but no more consequences. I've learned my lesson (in a very unfitting way) --no more gambling. Or maybe, no more glass of water, for now.
Just when the world is experiencing dehydration and water shortage, I became hydrophobic. Pfft... perfect. |
