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This morning I woke up with a strange dream. I was at a Spanish-inspired house, in the living room, and sitting across from me was the pony. I was sitting on another sofa, the ones you would find in board rooms, leather, in red, I think. We both were waiting for something, but I didn't know what. Then the pony started to do his usual seduction, putting on his "fuck me" face, mouthing dirty words, flickering his tongue, and I as usual tried to give him a stern look, willing him somehow to behave. Looking disappointed, the pony quieted down, but either I felt sorry for him or I was oddly worked up, I ran over and lunged on top of him, planting kisses until he could hardly breathe. Moments later, he opened his eyes wide and told me that his mother just walked in.
With my face flushed, I turned around and greeted his mother, who assumed that I was his girlfriend. I tried to explain to her that we were just friends and fooling around, and there's nothing to it. The pony also tried to convince his mother but somehow she won't listen and rambled on how I could be her future daughter-in-law, an idea in which we were both appalled. She tried to appraise me and seemed satisfied even though I was shaking my head, politely trying to steer away from the conversation. In the middle of this, my own mother walked in the door.
My mother started screaming as she overheard some of what was said, and told me to leave the room immediately. She was very unhappy at the fact that I seem to gravitate towards Filipinos. She also told me that I'm not allowed to go out any more by myself and my curfew will be moved back to 6 PM if I can't seem to learn my lesson. The three of us (the pony, his mother and me) tried to dissuade her from inflicting such a strict sentence on me but it was to no avail. I was dragged out by bodyguards and was put in an American van, in green, I think.
I was hauled back home, but we made a stop at a grocery store somewhere and my mother told me to buy some things. I stomped off and came back with bags but I was so pissed that I flung the bags in the van. My mom yelled at me so I started punching the chicken meat that I just bought, and all the bags that I brought in, I tried to step on them with my feet. (I felt liberated in this scene, which lasted for a good minute or two).
A few days later, the pony and his mother dropped by and visited our house (which looked like our old house in Manila) and apologized for taking me away from my family. My mother quickly accepted to shoo them out of the house, but as she tried to see them off, my mother didn't see that I was carrying a suitcase and exiting out of another gate. She finally saw me getting on the taxi with the pony and his mother and the car started to drive off. My mother, along with all our helpers, bodyguards etc, tried to chase us and threatened to disown me if I don't head back home at the count of 10.
But I didn't look back and sat silent in the car until the pony's mother asked me if I knew what I was doing. I said, I'd rather be homeless than be confined in a cage. Then the pony asked me why I would run away with him if I would not run away with the pig when I had the chance. And I told the pony that it's not about him, that it's not because I like him more than as a friend, which I don't, no offense, but it's because about principle. The fact that I'm not respected enough by my mother to let me make my own decision, who I want to be with, where I want to go, and that everything comes with a price, like trying to bribe me to succumb to their whims.
And so we finally stopped somewhere, the three of us got off, I was trying to leave, trying not to impose myself on the pony and his mother more than I already had. But his mother offered a place for me to stay, at her Spanish house, which I finally accepted until I could find my own place. The pony asked me why I didn't leave when I had the opportunity with the pig, and I said that it's because there's more at stake with the pig, that it was a real relationship, and to run away with him and just have it fail would be like a slap in the face. But leaving now, when nothing's going on, was much easier, freer, because I did it for me.
Then the pony and I parted ways in the desert, and I ......
....heard the alarm clock going off.
With my face flushed, I turned around and greeted his mother, who assumed that I was his girlfriend. I tried to explain to her that we were just friends and fooling around, and there's nothing to it. The pony also tried to convince his mother but somehow she won't listen and rambled on how I could be her future daughter-in-law, an idea in which we were both appalled. She tried to appraise me and seemed satisfied even though I was shaking my head, politely trying to steer away from the conversation. In the middle of this, my own mother walked in the door.
My mother started screaming as she overheard some of what was said, and told me to leave the room immediately. She was very unhappy at the fact that I seem to gravitate towards Filipinos. She also told me that I'm not allowed to go out any more by myself and my curfew will be moved back to 6 PM if I can't seem to learn my lesson. The three of us (the pony, his mother and me) tried to dissuade her from inflicting such a strict sentence on me but it was to no avail. I was dragged out by bodyguards and was put in an American van, in green, I think.
I was hauled back home, but we made a stop at a grocery store somewhere and my mother told me to buy some things. I stomped off and came back with bags but I was so pissed that I flung the bags in the van. My mom yelled at me so I started punching the chicken meat that I just bought, and all the bags that I brought in, I tried to step on them with my feet. (I felt liberated in this scene, which lasted for a good minute or two).
A few days later, the pony and his mother dropped by and visited our house (which looked like our old house in Manila) and apologized for taking me away from my family. My mother quickly accepted to shoo them out of the house, but as she tried to see them off, my mother didn't see that I was carrying a suitcase and exiting out of another gate. She finally saw me getting on the taxi with the pony and his mother and the car started to drive off. My mother, along with all our helpers, bodyguards etc, tried to chase us and threatened to disown me if I don't head back home at the count of 10.
But I didn't look back and sat silent in the car until the pony's mother asked me if I knew what I was doing. I said, I'd rather be homeless than be confined in a cage. Then the pony asked me why I would run away with him if I would not run away with the pig when I had the chance. And I told the pony that it's not about him, that it's not because I like him more than as a friend, which I don't, no offense, but it's because about principle. The fact that I'm not respected enough by my mother to let me make my own decision, who I want to be with, where I want to go, and that everything comes with a price, like trying to bribe me to succumb to their whims.
And so we finally stopped somewhere, the three of us got off, I was trying to leave, trying not to impose myself on the pony and his mother more than I already had. But his mother offered a place for me to stay, at her Spanish house, which I finally accepted until I could find my own place. The pony asked me why I didn't leave when I had the opportunity with the pig, and I said that it's because there's more at stake with the pig, that it was a real relationship, and to run away with him and just have it fail would be like a slap in the face. But leaving now, when nothing's going on, was much easier, freer, because I did it for me.
Then the pony and I parted ways in the desert, and I ......
....heard the alarm clock going off.