in my heaaddd, in my heaaddd...

man, i shouldn't have overexerted myself in the games yesterday. i still feel weak even if i'm lying down. to top it all off, i'm feeling a bit nauseous.

*mind* but hey, your team won overall champion, right? your pain's worth all the effort that you gave. so you should be happy.

yea i know that. and i'm happy, really i am. but i'm a bit annoyed at myself too coz i didn't prepare my body at all for the games. now i'm suffering the consequences of it. i can practically hear my joints creak when i try to move!

*mind* (taunting) yeah baby, it's all your fault! and creaking joints are signs of aging! ooh, will it now take your muscles a week to be okay? would you like to use a cane to guide your way?

do you want me to puke on you right now? coz i don't have the energy to get up and hit you.

*mind* (suddenly contrite) all right, all right, i'm sorry. i'll give you something to ease your nausea.

sure, whatever.

*mind's mind* ooh, touchy, touchy. *mind* (speaks) here you go, dear.

thank you. (takes a sip, spits it out) augh!!! what is this poison you gave me? it tastes like grass!!!

*mind* (very patiently) that liquid you refer to as poison is called chamomile tea. it will soothe your queasy stomach and  will even help you sleep. now go drink it before it gets cold. that's a good girl.

mm, it gets easier in every sip.

*mind* yes, it does.

but i still don't like how it tastes.

*mind* my gulay, you're such a big baby. come on, drink up. the sooner you finish it, the sooner you'll get better.

one hour later...

hey you're right. my stomach's not queasy anymore. thank you.

*mind* you're welcome.

now that you've helped me ease my nausea, can you also give me a massage? (stretches) ugh... that would really help ease my muscle pain. and i really don't want to go to work tomorrow moving  like a thousand year-old lola.

*mind* sorry, no can do.

why not?

*mind* coz i'm just in your head!

but you just gave me chamomile tea...

cookies

so i was on my way down the terrace stairs when my six year-old niece C called out to me. 

C: tita, look at the little guy! he has cookies! (pointing to the statue of a waiter holding out a small tray)

moi: where?

C: on the tray! (tray has sunflowers painted on it)

moi: but these are painted. 

C: it's pretend!

moi (whee!): you want one?

C: yes!

moi: ok, catch! (C catches the air sunflower cookie and "eats" it. then to my now three year-old nephew, R): how about you?

R (smiles): yes! (catches the air sunflower cookie i tossed him)

hooray for kids! and hooray for imagination! *alla the narrator in pocoyo*