Something That Will Last

14 // White Flag

14 // White Flag

I could say that, based from Pol's coffee terminology assimilation, that I'm more of a Robust coffee bean than an Arabica.

For one, I am cheap and ain't high maintenance. I live by simple means. You give me flour, the next day there's still no bread.

Charot! Pang-tamad pala. Ang wise ko talaga.

Nandito kasi kami ngayon nina Jules at Tita Lar sa atelier to choose dresses. Naiwan ako dito sa lounge area kasi hindi pa rin ako makapili ng dress sa catalogue nila.

Mom would always pick for me, but she's not here. May conference daw sila ni Dad. They're always working around the clock so this isn't new to me. Kaya rin siguro ako hindi nagkaroon ng kapatid kasi wala na silang time iexplore ang reproduction process chenelyn.

Oh well.

"Hoy, Vie, ano na? Wedding dress ba pinipili mo, ha? Napakatagal naman!"

Oh, Jules was back. Isinara ko ang huling catalogue na sinubukan kong pagpiliian.

"'Di ko alam kung ano bagay sa akin, e."

"Kaya nga magsusukat diba?" masungit niyang sabi.

I pouted. "E kasi naman ano," hinila ko siya palapit. "Parang wala yatang maganda here."

Tinampal na naman niya ang braso ko. Meanie talaga! Kawawa naman si Chris dito sa pinsan ko.

She scanned the lounge to see if anyone heard what I said. Eh kasi totoo naman. Or baka nga tama sila, baka wala lang talaga akong taste.

But I'm a robust coffee bean! And that kind of coffee is much bitter in taste.

Sa lasa lang, ha? Taste ang pinaguusapan dito, hindi sa life.

Oh well.

But coffee-wise, robust has more caffeine. So if you're really looking for a kick, go for this one. And contextually, robust people, I can say, is more of the adventurous or the serious type. There's no in between.

Saige is the real Arabica out of all of us. She's smooth and delicate, and has an expensive taste, but without a fail she's kind and sweet.

We're both at each end of the spectrum. Jules and Snooki were running somewhere in the middle. No one could figure out exactly what goes in on that head of theirs.

"I'll just choose for you. You have to wear it because I'm giving you no choice," sabi ni Mother Jules.

I shrugged. "Gee. Why do I have so many mothers?"

"Because you are such a baby. Grow up!"

I feigned a hurt. "That stung, cousin dear. Huhu. Libre mo akong dinner para hindi na mashekit."

"Gaga, ang arte mo! Eto may napili na ako. Doon ka na sa fitting area."

Hinila niya ako nang biglaan. I almost thought my bones got disintegrated.

"Ouchie, my arms! I'm delicate, you know," pa-baby kong sabi. Ngumuso ako. Pero mas lalo lang nainis pinsan ko.

Huhu. Why? Hindi ba ako cute?

"I'm just a ba-Vie," I baby-talked.

Hindi niya ako pinansin. Masyado yata akong cute, hindi na niya kinaya.

Jules just looked at the attendant and asked nicely, "She will have this dress."

"I will have it ready, madame," the lady attendant said. She took the catalogue from Jules and gave it to another lady who looked younger than her.