No, it ain't 'bout hunting fer colorful Easter eggs or chasing after cute bunnies. Fantastically special, it wuz a nature adventure I'm never gon forget.
Starting off...
Mah family and I went to tha beach fer a swim. Little did we know tha water wuz shallow. We even hurried up fer it wuz already past five in tha afternoon, having assumed the tide wuz getting high. We wuz wrong. Sometimes the tide don't work that way. Perhaps high tide wuz too lazy to get back to work on an Easter Sunday.
Therefore mah sibs and I excitedly treaded on the salty water in search fer at least a waist-deep part since we still feared high tide could be coming over without prior notice. At about fifty meters away from tha dry sand we reached an area covered with yellowish seaweeds--tons of 'em. Automatically mah feet came to a screeching halt 'coz mah cerebral tentacles (brain is too optimistic a word) had just sent a message of dread. My copious imagination began working, flashing before me some gore visions. What if there wuz something hiding beneath those sea grasses? Something hard to identify and has got a violent defense mechanism? Right there I mentally wished there wuz a sea goat to feed on all those weeds.
Somehow it gave me a dash of courage--yet still a dash, and I needed a gazillion tons of it. Moreover, mah sistah wuz, like, three meters away from me already, and I found being left alone behind even more terrifying than dealing with immobile sea grasses. So I moved on, catching up on tha kids, ignoring tha itchy grasses that felt like grasping my feet as I landed on 'em.
Then mah sistah, who wuz acting more of a tour guide, yelled back, "Look out fer tha urchins."
Tha what?!
Here's how a sea urchin looks like. (Third photo above)
I simply have no idea how that hand can hold that prickly creature. A sting could be lethal, and I ain't that stupid to land mah feet on it. Luckily we got our flip-flops on.
So carefully I walked forwards, checkin' out tha path I had to take. Mah sistah educated me that tha urchins stay on corals or beside rocks. Technically they avoid getting stuck to the messy grasses. Ergo, I had no choice but to trek on the grasses. I wuz beginning to find comfort in them already.
By the way, I forgot to tell there wuz sea slugs beneath tha grasses that could be mistaken as a piece of black tube. They wuz easy to find, though.
Fer tha first time I tried talking 'em (mah sibs, not the slugs) to retreating back to tha shore. Mah plead fell on deaf ears.
Then mah sistah cried out again: "Hey! Here's a jellyfish. And another one. And another."
Mah mind groaned. If only I could get back to tha shore this instant, but I couldn't. Wuz already 150 meters away we could barely recognize our mother from a beachgoer.
"Look at this one." Mah sistah held a live, mushroom-like jellyfish--upside down on her cupped hand.
"Ain't yah supposed to get itchy right now?"
"I ain't touching no tentacle." Then she threw the stuff away gently.
We reached a part where there wuz a lot of scattered sea urchins as though booby traps on tha sand. Urchins on mah left and right, grasses and rocks before me, and tha water level wuz already knee-deep (take note that I am a tall person and has got really long legs).
Okay. This is deteriorating fast. And I think it's 6PM. Ain't we supposed to be goin' back might tha tide rise surprisingly?
But I wuz left behind. Alone. Maybe not alone 'coz i got company--that of jellyfishes and urchins and slugs.
"Wait up!"
Tryna hurry I slipped as I hopped past a rock which I belatedly gripped on to and cut the fleshy part of mah middle finger. Tha wound kept on bleeding, and it didn't stop no matter how much I tried sucking tha bright red liquid off it.
"Blood, anyone?" I had tha vaguest idea how tha hell I could still quip like that.
I waded tha wound on the salty water, thinking it might help stop tha bleeding and heal it fast. Then I caught up with tha others, not realizing I just shed one part of blood to a million parts of water. If there were any sharks within tha area, would I have been more scared with it than with tha spiny urchins and jellyfishes?
So mah tour-guide-sistah finally took a squat on a certain part of tha hip-deep water. Mah other sistah wuz busy searching fer and collecting bright colored starfishes (she happily went home with two blue and a pink). Our cousin wuz also beginning to fret, sharing mah sentiments.
At that point, I commanded in a firm voice, "Time to retreat."
On our way back we tried taking other paths so as to avoid what we had just gone through. Seemed it was gon be a longer expedition as we found more urchins and jellyfishes coming our way.
It was when I learned to touch a jellyfish. Since you can't shoo 'em away you gotta pick 'em up and gently throw them away. With your cupped hand catch the soft stuff by its head, not by its tentacles. It's supposed to be upside down on your cupped hand when you raise it from tha water.
I found catching jellyfishes fun so I lifted about five of 'em. But the path we took had lots of sea jell-os charging our way, and we also had to look out fer those urchins that wuz greatly camouflaged among tha rocks. Talk about multi-tasking.
It was almost dark and some minutes before 7PM when we got back to shore safely. However, I wuzn't satisfied fer I didn't get to take a dip.
Still not giving up hope I called out to mah sistah and we walked to the shallow part of the water. We sat until the sun hid behind the mountain on tha horizon. Then I saw the log which I had also seen before I had taken that SURVIVOR-like challenge. Me and tha gang found happiness and satisfaction as we lay down on tha shallow water, all of us horizontally piled, our heads making pillow outta tha log. It lasted fer five minutes, I guess. Sheer bliss!
We survived. Most importantly, I survived. Tha next time I wanna take a dip, I'll make sure it's in a tiled pool.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Easter's Extra Challenge
Thursday, April 9, 2009
GOD works in a certain way...
I LOVE YOU, JESUS.
or
HAIL MARY, PRAY FOR US.
or, tha hottest this season:
::||::
::||::
====
::||::
::||::
SAVE THIS CROSS AND DON'T ERASE IT 'TIL EASTER SUNDAY...
and tha catch would be this:
PASS THIS ON TO 8 (or 25, or even to every contact in your phone book--what's with numbers, anyways?) OF YOUR FRIENDS AND LOVED ONES...
here's tha funny part--or am i really supposed to laugh?
...AND YOU WILL RECEIVE GOOD NEWS / LUCK TOMORROW / ON EASTER SUNDAY....
now, here comes tha part where you'd get to remember "The Ring":
IGNORE / ERASE THIS AND SOMETHING BAD WILL HAPPEN TO YOU.
So, it starts friendly and ends nasty? Gimme a break! This is freaking hilarious. Can't imagine Sadako progressed into being a telemarketer--she still does the "bad luck chain" stuff, though.
Kidding aside, SINCE WHEN DID GOD NEED A PRESS AGENT?
If you're one of those who think salvation comes in that sick form, better load regularly, and who knows! You could be the lucky winner of free indulgence in the grand electronic draw!
Key in EASTER
THE MORE YOU SEND, THE MORE CHANCES OF WINNING!
Per HELL permit number 666, series of 2009.
If symptoms persist, see your psychologist.
WEAK FAITH is the generic name of FALSE PROPHESY.
XD XD XD
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Monday, April 6, 2009
"fairy" godmother made a mistake...xoxo
Some day my prince will come
Some day we'll meet again
And away to his castle we'll go
To be happy forever I know
Some day when spring is here
We'll find our love anew And the birds will sing
And wedding bells will ring
Some day when my dreams come true..
now wait a minute!!!
xoxo
iF i WeRe...
....a boy, I think I could understand how it feels to love a girl--I swear I'd be a better man.
--BEYONCE
....a painter, mixing my colors, how could i ever find the blue of your eyes?
--O-TOWN
....you, i wouldn't be here; if i were you i would stay right where you are; i wouldn't come near this broken heart, just turn around and leave.
--TAMIA
....a carpenter and you were a lady, would you marry me anyway? would you have my baby?
--JOHNNY RIVERS
....a bell, i'd be ringing..from the moment we kissed tonight, that's the way i've just gotta behave..boy, if i were a lamp i'd light or if i were a banner i'd wave.....
--WOODY SHAW
....to write this song..I could penetrate your ears..Would it calm your trembling soul?..Would it ease your every fear?
--CARTEL
....your woman, oh.. Here’s what I’d do..I would never, never, no, no ..Stop loving you..
--STEPHANIE MILLS
....gay, we would swim in romance..but i'm not gay, so get your hand out of my pants!
--STEPHEN LYNCH
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Payback Time!
These are parts of Chapter 12 that are considerably among the funniest. Note: The situation may be sensitive for sensitive stomachs. XD
Wednesday before lunch Samuel filled in a cubicle in the comfort room of upstairs Brentford. He unzipped his pants down and sat on the toilet bowl.
His face exhibited jagged pain. “Ouch! Pasaway na constipation ‘to.
In the neighboring cubicle was Ethan, having a loose bowel movement. He heard what Samuel had said. Done with his agenda, he carefully reached for the tissue at the dispenser. It made noise. More noise when he found out what was left of the tissue was just the cylindrical carton.
Samuel heard it. “May tao ba d’yan?”
“Ako ‘to,” Ethan confirmed after a long pause.
Samuel recognized that voice. Unbelievably, his stomach pain suddenly disappeared. “Ano naman ginagawa mo d’yan?”
“Alam mo na ‘yon.”
“May constipation ka din?”
“LBM.” It was almost inaudible.
“LBM?” Samuel repeated aloud and controlled his snickering.
“Uhm, Sam-“
“What did you just call me?”
Ethan’s mind groaned but he pushed his luck. “Wel. Uhm, Wel. May tissue ka ba d’yan? Naubusan kasi ako dito, eh,” he said in his politest manner.
Samuel snickered more then remembered to cover his mouth. He pulled out some rolls of tissue but for his own. “Tissue? Sorry, ha. Wala din, eh. Kungmamalasin ka nga naman, o.”
With patience being tried, Ethan’s mind grunted. Samuel came up with something.
“If I were you, gagawa’n ko ng paraan.”
“Anong paraan?” So Ethan had hopes.
Kumagat si Engot! Sam mentally praised his own success. “Uh, it depends on your blood type. Mainipin ang type A; kahit ano, gagawin n’ya. Ang type B naman, pasensyoso; mag-aantay s’ya kahit ga’no katagal. Ang type O, hindi maarte.”
Ethan was confused. “Ikaw, anong gagawin mo?”
“Type O ang blood ko. Hindi ako maarte. Pwede na kahit ‘di maghugas.” Sam laughed without a sound. “Ikaw, sa tingin ko, AB ang dugo mo. Madiskarte ang type AB.”
“Wala akong maisip na diskarte.” Ethan was getting impatient.
“If I were you, I’d use my socks.”
Ethan looked at his black socks. He didn’t like that idea. Then he heard a flushing sound from Sam’s cubicle.
“You’re done?”
“Yep.” Sam stood up and zipped his pants.
“What’d you do? ‘Di ka naghugas?”
“Hindi naman ako maarte, ‘di ba? So, ginamit ko ang medyas ko.” Sam vacated his cubicle.
“Sam—este, Wel, dal’han mo naman ako ng tissue.”
As though he heard nothing Sam turned the faucet on and washed his hands. The swishing sound it created plus his relaxed humming caused Ethan to worry. Soon as Sam turned the faucet off, Ethan called out and reminded him of his favor.
“Sige, mag-antay ka lang d’yan.” Hanggang sa mabulok ka, Sam thoughtfully added.
“Bilisan mo, ha?”
“Oo.” Sam left the CR, whistling.
Payback time!
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
A certain part of the second floor turned to a dining room every lunch hour. It was Ethan’s idea to maintain a healthy relationship with his employees.
The rest was already having lunch when Samuel arrived from the comfort room. He took an empty seat at the same table with Ethan’s secretary and Janet.
Not long after, Ethan arrived and took the last empty chair beside Samuel. He looked normally fine to Sam as if nothing had happened earlier.
Could he have used his sock? Samuel asked himself the same question.
They ate silently. Suddenly, Ethan put vegetables on Samuel’s plate.
“Talbos ng kalmote. Makakatulong sa’yo ‘yan.”
Janet and the secretary watched Ethan and Samuel in wonder.
Samuel put the vegetables back on Ethan’s plate. “Sa ‘yo na lang; para medyo mabarahan.”
This time, Janet and the secretary glanced questionably at each other.
Ethan turned to face Sam but before he could utter a word, Samuel called out to all the employees: “Ice cream, anyone? My treat. Just say ‘aight’.”
“Aight!” everyone cheered in unison except Ethan.
pinoy IDLE
BLOG life.
So it's just like, fer me, trying to scribble anything everyday in your journal--only this is a virtual journal and fer the whole world-wide-web to read. What's more, anybody can comment on it. That's why I'm playing on the safe side.
However, just like before when everything was manually done, there's always the writer's block. Now I dub it as BLOGGER'S BLOCK. No matter how much you want to update it on a daily basis, there comes a time when nothing comes to mind.
On second thought...let's take a look at this situation that took place in a chat room:
ATHAN: musta naman?
DEE: ok lang. eto..may writer's block. d nga aq naka pag post kagabe e.
ATHAN : ahhh tlga?! di mo nman kc kelangan araw arawin noh
DEE: wala lng.. feel q lang..pag wala aq mailagay..pilit q ineencode yung nobela q..
ATHAN: wow may nobela
DEE: u havent been paying attention to my blogs.. excerpts kaya yun
ATHAN: kay oscar wilde chorva ba to
DEE: ou..may nadagdag na..at balak ko pa ulit dagdagan..kse wala n aq maisip n ibang mailagay.
ATHAN: kaw kc lagay mo yung mga experience mo sa pang araw araw na kabuhayan noh
DEE: nice try kiddo..cannot be.. borrow one
ATHAN: at bakit?
DEE: ayoko e
ATHAN: anobeh! kaya ka nga nagbablog para masulat mo yung nsa isip mo... go!
DEE: writers block nga e..wala maisip..kaya nga ilalagay q nln yung dating laman ng isip q
ATHAN: kc binablock mo noh..kaya nga ayaw mo hayaan lumabas yung nadarama mo
DEE: writers block nga.. e anu ilalagay q? ganito:
"e2..wala pumapasok sa utak q...ewan q...kumakaen nmn aq ng oatmeal ngayon..........."
ganyan? yoko kase ng nakakabagot..kaya nga title ng blog q e UNWIND
ATHAN: mag emo ka! go! hahah
DEE: laslas pulso?
ATHAN: ndi noh! i mean mag-emote ka..dali!
DEE: wala nmn aq ieemote.. anu yun?imbento?
ATHAN: wala lng..mag emote ka dahil sa yema, or katol, khit ano.
DEE: ganun? hmmm...... kahit cnu nmn may emo tendencies db?
...and a lot has been brought out in tha open mostly by the one who's got tha writer's block. OKAY.
Now isn't this already an entry! LMAO
Thursday, April 2, 2009
May Tenga Ba Ang Puso?
Taken from Chapter 31 of the still-untitled novel. Mariel is Wel's (Samuel) younger sister.
Mariel breezed in into Wel's room--as usual. "Haler!"
Fiddling the ear of Teddy Wel, Wel wasn't in the mood of haler-ing back.
Mariel sat on the bed, facing her brother, examining his eyes. "'Yang mga mata mo--nakagat ba 'yan ng ipis-bato?"
Wel nodded. "Nasa study table ko pla 'yong titulo ng bahay natin."
Mariel's eyes grew round. "Na-payola mo na ang kalahating milyones kay Ethan?"
"Sa'n ako kukuha ng anez?"
"So bakit n'ya 'binalik sa 'yo?"
"Kebs. Basta babayaran ko na lang s'ya."
"So, fa-fly ka na nga papuntang
"Malamang."
"Kailan?" Mariel's tone was excited.
"Bukas." Wel's wasn't.
"Parang 'di ka masaya."
Wel exaggeratedly stretched his lips, showing his white teeth. “Eh kasi naman po, mai-iwan ko ang aking kambal-tuko.”
“Excuse me! Apat na taon ang pagitan natin, ‘no.”
“Tsk.” Wel’s face crumpled. “ Ang slow mo talaga. Hindi kita kambal pero tuko ka.”
Mariel threatened a slap. “Aalis ka na lang, tina-tarantado mo pa ako.”
“Hiwalay na kami ni Ethan.” It was almost a whisper.
“Ano?”
“Splitsville na kami ni Ethan.”
Eyes closed, Mariel sighed heavenwards. “Salamat naman at natauhan ka rin.”
“
“Bakit—hindi pa ba?”
“Hindi pa ‘ko maka-get over.”
“Ilang beses kitang sinabihan pero ‘di ka nakinig.”
“May tenga ba ang puso?”
“Eh bakit ‘di mo ipaglaban?”
Wel scratched the back of his head. “Sa’n ka ba talaga—sa pula o sa puti?”
“O, ba’t napunta sa sabong?”
“Hay nako! Sinasaputan na naman ‘yang utak mo.
Deciphering her brother’s riddle, Mariel chewed on her lower lip. “Ah! Gets ko na.”
Wel sighed. “Sa wakas. Anong petsa na!”
“Do’n ako sa pink. Ba’t ‘di mo nga kasi ‘pinaglaban?”
“Because, hindi naman pala ako mahal ni Ethan, that’s why.”
“Kung gano’n, ba’t kinukulit ka n’ya?”
“Gusto n’ya lang ako bumalik sa shop n’ya. He needed me as his designer—nothing more, nothing less.”
“Wait—don’t tell me nakipagbalikan na s’ya kay Ate Sam?”
“Isa pa ‘yon. Lamang na lamang s’ya sa ‘kin dahil totoong babae s’ya.”
“`Yon na nga, eh. Bayot ka na nga, nagmumukha ka pang ebak nang dahil sa lintik na nararamdaman mo.”
“Mahirap ngang maka-get over.”
“Bakit—may nangyari na ba sa inyo?”
“Wala. Bakit—‘yon ba ang basis?”
“`Yon na nga, eh. Kahit may nangyari pa sa inyo, hindi ka naman mabubuntis. Bakit ako—“ Mariel suddenly fell quiet
Wel waited for its continuation. “O, anong bakit ikaw?”
Mariel’s face glowed red. “Wala,” she wryly answered.
“Anong wit? May ibig sabihin ‘yon, ha.”
“Ibig kong sabihin, bakit ako—pwedeng mabuntis pero ‘di ako maghahabol. ‘Yon lang.”
Wel frowned. “Andaya mo. “’Di naman ako naglihim sa ‘yo, ha. Wala ka bang tiwala sa ‘kin?”
Those words struck Mariel’s heart. “`Di naman sa gano’n. Natatakot lang akong baka ‘di mo maintindihan.”
“Pa’no ko maiintindihan eh ‘di mo nga sinasabi?”
Mariel considered and reconsidered whether or not to spill the beans. “Hulaan mo.”
Wel stroke his hands over a pretend crystal ball. “Isinuko mo na ang
Mariel nodded hesitantly. “Pero hiwalay na kami nung naka-una sa ‘kin. May bagong jowa na ‘ko.”
Wel didn’t know whether to laugh, cry or choke her. “Buti ka pa.”
“Ma-inggit daw ba. Eh ‘di balikan mo si Ethan.”
“Wit. Give-up na ‘ko sa kanya.”
Mariel raised a brow. “Akala ko ba, hindi ka maka-get over?”
“Asus! Ikaw nga, more harvest na, dedma lang sa ‘yo. Ako pa kaya.”
Mariel clutched her hands to her sides. “Hoy! Anong akala mo sa ‘kin—kalapating tambay sa bubong? Minahal ko rin ‘yon, ‘no.”
“Kung minahal mo s’ya, ba’t mo hiniwalayan?”
“Ayoko sa kanya. Walang future.”
“Eh ‘yong ipinalit mo?”
“College boy—pero chaca.”
Wel laughed. This was the only consolation he could get for the time being—and he was damn grateful. “
“Kerek!” Mariel flicked her hair off her shoulder. “Joke lang. Tanggap ko naman ang fezlak n’ya, eh. We’re meant for each other. Likes attract.”
The truth really hurts. Wel could never have Ethan because they were different. “Bingo! Talagang give-up na ‘ko.”
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
School of Rock ~Cool Funny Lines
Teacher: How's the beautification?
Student: Are you kidding?
-Jack Black to his young gay student
Summer: What am I supposed to be?
Jack: A groupie.
(the following day..)
Summer: I made a research on groupies. They are the band's sluts. They sleep with band members.
-So Jack made her the band manager. ROTFL
