rolando elan's posts with tag: elena's ghost party
|  | It was last saturday when Mama Barbs, len and Mama Bea were in Glorietta (it was our rendezvous). We bought some stuff at Rustan's supermarket. It was a horrible day, our chauffeur Elena drove her Pajero from Makati to Pasig to Rosario to Kalayaan until we enetred to her haunted house (take note: no neighbors and stree). Well, when we got into her house , OMG no visiotrs yet, wher is you mommy elena? according to mama Barb.
Her sibling talked to us while we are waiting for the other visitors. She prepared garden salad with the asian dressing, chicken garlic and pasta mushroom.
Mama Bea and I were hungry that time so we took the cheese Boy Bawang until we put that into our salad plates. Mind you, the food is good for 15 lovely persons not other entities. We started to scrutinize the house. It is just like a retreat house with the stained glass and antique icons.
Mama Bea started to demo how to open the archaic projector and sewing machine. We are bored, as in nobody comes. After an hour the so called best friend of Elena came in. Wow, ang saya ng party ha. apat lang us.
Since we were four we began to tell a story of our own. I was so discombobulated about thgeir stories. But it was a learning experience for us. We bashed Elena to know the knitty gritty of her life. Buti na lang nanjan si Joyce, she told to us their adventures in high school.
OMG talaga, 3 am Mama Bea and Joyc talked about the FF 1 to 7 (maybe). I was so bombarded with that topic. I requested the celebrator to prepare coffee and chocolate to ease my boredom and my antok. Wow, ang galing Elena offered us a glass of coffee. I said " malamig pa sa nguso ng pusa ito." So i got again a new glass with hot water from microwave oven ( galing di ba, to boil water from the oven) to prepare for my swiss choco.
At 6 am, Joyce and I prepared the bongacious and yummy Italian pasta while Mama Bea is sleeping in the sala. Mama Barbs is doing her delicious desert gulaman with flavor swiss choco with a whip cream. Ergo, no visitors pa rin.
When we begin to sit in her Pajero, my golly it won't start, maybe there is a one jinx in the group. We accompanied Mama Barbs from Commonwealth to Paranaque. Grabe, Joyce drove the car 110 km/hr (ata). I felt it kasi para me malalaglag from my seat. Until I woke up at 9:00am with a gloomy weather. Actually it was raining cats and dogs.
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