The Balls of a Brass Monkey
My parents arrived in manila last friday, I was in manila too and I was supposed to pick them up at the airport around eight in the morning but I overslept and I woke up almost eight already, my old man called me up that they were already on their way to my hotel and we should meet someplace near for breakfast instead. I blew that morning up but my old man wasn’t so mad because he knew I could hardly wake up at that hour and I had been dead tired the past few days, I got to the bathroom to fix myself up, I stared at the mirror and I think the only thing I needed was a good shave, my mother always complains about it and she probably will again over breakfast but I could go tell her I forgot my shaving kit at home, I don’t bring them with me when Im traveling to manila because I always pack them inside my backpack in a hurry and those overrated security agents at the airport always takes them away like hell they think I could hijack a whole plane with my goddam shave. Anyway I first spat on the sink before splashing water to my face to wake me up, there was some little red streaks on my spit, it could have been something else but I just woke up and I hadn’t had coffee or anything yet so I had to look closer and it was blood, I spat a second and third time and there was still blood and I was like interested in seeing more come out, after that my spit went clear again and forgot about it. I wasn’t coughing or feeling anything funny and it wasn’t because of my drinking either, I only had four beers from nine to midnight the night before and I had been in worse shape than that.
My old man gave a ring on my mobile phone asking me what wanted for breakfast because they were arriving ahead on the restaurant, I only told them that to have my egg sunny side up, I didn’t have to tell him to get coffee because I know my old man will eat breakfast at a place that serves great brewed coffee, and like me my old man loves coffee in the morning and he loves drinking it alone rather than places like starbucks where you have to be seen drinking coffee in the open. My mother was only having thick soup for breakfast, they were taking a flight going out of the country around noon so I think my mother is trying to fix her hunger with the jetlag by taking in a light meal. I took them back to the airport after that then I went back to my hotel to pack my things up too because I was also catching a flight going back home that night.
There was this poster I saw while walking back to my hotel, its about this concert later this month from this hong kong singer emil chou (周華健), the poster was up at the supermarket window and I don’t usually read them because they usually post crap there like grocery raffles and stuff like that but emil chou’s poster caught my attention because it had his portrait up close on it and you could tell it was him from the side of your eye and even if you weren’t going to read it anyway. I was sort of surprised that he was going to throw a concert in my country and hell the prices of the tickets were even skyrocketing from 3500 to 5000, Emil chou must have made dozens of records during the turn of the 90’s, I have five of his songs in mp3’s back home and if I were to watch this concert I would only end up in the theater waiting for him to sing any of those five songs I know all night long, and if he does sing all of five of them, its like me paying one grand a song so that I could listen to it up real alongside local gooks.
The last time I heard an emil chou song outside from my room was about a year ago, I was sitting in my hotel lobby in beijing around 11pm having some beers and a cigarette, I wanted to try swimming at the pool but the goddam weather was cold enough to freeze the balls of a brass monkey, and the gym was closed too and all they had were a dozen of these immobile bicycles inside the gym room with nothing but cable tv to watch while you peddled, and it wasn’t as distracting too because it was showing some hollywood film dubbed in chinese like the ones we have back home where they dub japanese movies to talk in english that the actor’s mouths kept on moving even after they stopped talking. Anyway I bought my beers from the convenience store outside because I was sure the beers at the lobby are highway robbery, I did tell the concierge I bought beers outside and they didn’t mind me even I looked like a slop with my shorts and sandals down in the lobby where every other guest coming in looked grand with their suits. There was a girl playing the piano in the lobby, she looked like she’s still in school and she’s like just doing a part time night job playing the piano for the hotel. Anyway she played emil chou’s 花心 song and I liked the way she did it, I went up to her with my cigarette trying to look like I wasn’t a slop wearing my shorts and sandals and asked her to play it again, well she did but on the way back to my seat hell she just stopped midway from the song and played something else, sometimes people feel doing something you want them to do if you’d pay more attention when they do it.
Cold enough to freeze the balls of a brass monkey, I’ve always wanted to use that phrase.
My old man gave a ring on my mobile phone asking me what wanted for breakfast because they were arriving ahead on the restaurant, I only told them that to have my egg sunny side up, I didn’t have to tell him to get coffee because I know my old man will eat breakfast at a place that serves great brewed coffee, and like me my old man loves coffee in the morning and he loves drinking it alone rather than places like starbucks where you have to be seen drinking coffee in the open. My mother was only having thick soup for breakfast, they were taking a flight going out of the country around noon so I think my mother is trying to fix her hunger with the jetlag by taking in a light meal. I took them back to the airport after that then I went back to my hotel to pack my things up too because I was also catching a flight going back home that night.
There was this poster I saw while walking back to my hotel, its about this concert later this month from this hong kong singer emil chou (周華健), the poster was up at the supermarket window and I don’t usually read them because they usually post crap there like grocery raffles and stuff like that but emil chou’s poster caught my attention because it had his portrait up close on it and you could tell it was him from the side of your eye and even if you weren’t going to read it anyway. I was sort of surprised that he was going to throw a concert in my country and hell the prices of the tickets were even skyrocketing from 3500 to 5000, Emil chou must have made dozens of records during the turn of the 90’s, I have five of his songs in mp3’s back home and if I were to watch this concert I would only end up in the theater waiting for him to sing any of those five songs I know all night long, and if he does sing all of five of them, its like me paying one grand a song so that I could listen to it up real alongside local gooks.
The last time I heard an emil chou song outside from my room was about a year ago, I was sitting in my hotel lobby in beijing around 11pm having some beers and a cigarette, I wanted to try swimming at the pool but the goddam weather was cold enough to freeze the balls of a brass monkey, and the gym was closed too and all they had were a dozen of these immobile bicycles inside the gym room with nothing but cable tv to watch while you peddled, and it wasn’t as distracting too because it was showing some hollywood film dubbed in chinese like the ones we have back home where they dub japanese movies to talk in english that the actor’s mouths kept on moving even after they stopped talking. Anyway I bought my beers from the convenience store outside because I was sure the beers at the lobby are highway robbery, I did tell the concierge I bought beers outside and they didn’t mind me even I looked like a slop with my shorts and sandals down in the lobby where every other guest coming in looked grand with their suits. There was a girl playing the piano in the lobby, she looked like she’s still in school and she’s like just doing a part time night job playing the piano for the hotel. Anyway she played emil chou’s 花心 song and I liked the way she did it, I went up to her with my cigarette trying to look like I wasn’t a slop wearing my shorts and sandals and asked her to play it again, well she did but on the way back to my seat hell she just stopped midway from the song and played something else, sometimes people feel doing something you want them to do if you’d pay more attention when they do it.
Cold enough to freeze the balls of a brass monkey, I’ve always wanted to use that phrase.
posted by Lib at 10:52 PM
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so.... maganda ba yung chick?
9:33 PM
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