mortification beyond blushing

i haven't blogged in a week because i didn't have anything to blog about. i was actually in netopia southmall yesterday evening, but i really couldn't think of anything worth posting. i haven't read a new book, or watched a new movie. i don't have much to say regarding the earthquake (despite having felt it) & the coup attempt (because i haven't read the papers yet, & we weren't listening to the radio while it was going on).

so, have i already established that i have nothing to blog about?

well, that was a couple of hours ago. in true i-can't-believe-it-happened-to-me fashion, i now have something to blog about.

after the prayer meeting, deirdre & i decided to have coffee at mocha blends.

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(while deirdre was parking the car)
grace: siguro sasabihin nila, "eto na naman yung dalawang nakabasag ng bote!"
(we broke a water bottle there almost two months ago, as we were standing up to leave)

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(before the food was served, grace bumps into her glass, spilling peach tea all over her blouse & pants)
grace: (to the waiter) sorry, sorry!
(waiter hands grace tissue, starts wiping the spill)
grace: (to deirdre) i'll go to the CR muna to clean up.

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(grace is in the CR, drying her shirt. she hears the door open, & sees a mocha blends employee turning back. grace shuts the door quickly.)
grace: (in a voice loud enough for the whole coffee shop to hear) sorry!

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(grace is back. deirdre & her drink have moved to a new table.)
grace: i forgot to lock the door.
deirdre: (smiles) i know.
grace: (in a whisper) i was drying my shirt!
(deirdre holds her laughter in)
grace: let's just eat fast, okay?
deirdre: do you want to take the food out? we can eat at my house.
grace: that would look weird. let's just eat fast.
deirdre: okay. (takes a bite of the spicy chicken wings) wow, this is good.

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deirdre: di ba nga i had a throat infection. then i twisted my ankle. now i bumped my knee into our bedpost. ang sakit talaga!
grace: hello! i'd rather have your pain over my mortification.
deirdre: oo nga, not comparable.

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(while walking to the car, after gobbling up the chicken wings in record time)
grace: i had my shirt off!
deirdre: what?! oh my...!
grace: i know! i won't be able to go back here for five years. i actually wanted to ask for an official receipt but then they would know my name & would remember grace sarmiento as the girl who knocked off her drink & forgot to lock the CR door while she was drying her shirt.

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(in the car)
grace: bilis, bilis! i want to get out of here!
deirdre: it won't start. why?!
grace: waaah! pero sa bagay, it could have been worse. i could have been sitting on the bowl.
deirdre: i was afraid to ask that.

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(as the car is moving out of the parking lot)
deirdre: buti hindi ka nagba-blush. kung ako siguro yun, todo blush na ako.
grace: hindi talaga ako ma-blush, e.
deirdre: siguro there's really mortification that's beyond blushing.
grace: (in her head) gee derder, that really helps. thanks.

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(after an almost-accident near times)
deirdre: siguro 1,000 ang guardian angels ko ngayon.
grace: kaya naman pala walang nag-guard sa akin ngayon, e!