Suka sequel

The Ratwak gang strikes again! It was a mistake to say they had forgotten the shoe-ka-han incident. We were all together again, this time at the house of the Godfather, the Don Vito ...Mr. Q.. who else. And the suka story was further embellished, told again and again like some urban legend, each time gaining a colorful detail like the way I held my hair to one side in a ladylike gesture while the liquids gushed forth in a projectile motion... Carmi imitating my squatting- with- maria clara knees-to-one-side motion infront of the porcelain altar with the Jessica rabbit hair twirled around one hand, me sobbing uncontrollably amidst her shrieks of "Sungkitin mo na!"... Nilo even choreographed an instant dance step patterned after this very graceful sukahan motion... AND I was forced to re-enact that leaning-on-the-post- scenario - that precise moment when Mr. shoe owner probably decided he had had enough of this dysfunctional middle aged woman who had the mind of a teenager. And finally, the stories reached the other guests (some very powerful or soon-to-be-powerful people) in the party, up to now I have no idea why Mr. Q was so proud of the fact he had a friend who had no suka scruples - like it was some special talent. Of course we were all on our best behavior infront of these people initially, but the minute they left, it was back to our usual rat rat and wak wak minds as we thought of names for Q's new bar, Banana Q...Q's Banana...really, sometimes our brains turn into mush with each tick of the clock when we're all together... And to think it was only Monday!!! so many more ticks to go before the weekend!!