i was troubled last week cos i couldn´t create a new post. now i know what i´m supposed to do. but then i´m out of time.
i wish i had a laptop.
i wish i´d make time to re-do my background. kapoy buhat ug html. hehe! cge lang, you´ll see...
27 July 2004
14 July 2004
sick and paranoid
it´s sick having a crush. it´s like going back to high school. you´ve learned things the hard way then, yet now you´re willing to forget them, just to re-learn the same lessons. does this mean we´re hopelessly romantic? (i say ¨we¨ cos it´s not just me i´m talking about here. *wink!*)
so i´m done with one crush, and RIGHT ON TO ANOTHER! argh!!! it´s a passing thing, kinda like a fad... but it´s so frustrating. hmph!
but i have to admit, it´s kinda fun. being the one paranoid isn´t, but listening about others´ paranioa is. =) forgive me if that comes off as mean, but really, don´t we enjoy swapping horror stories? paranioa stories are pretty much like that for me. only funnier.
therefore, let´s enjoy it while it lasts. and never, NEVER missend messages. ;p
so i´m done with one crush, and RIGHT ON TO ANOTHER! argh!!! it´s a passing thing, kinda like a fad... but it´s so frustrating. hmph!
but i have to admit, it´s kinda fun. being the one paranoid isn´t, but listening about others´ paranioa is. =) forgive me if that comes off as mean, but really, don´t we enjoy swapping horror stories? paranioa stories are pretty much like that for me. only funnier.
therefore, let´s enjoy it while it lasts. and never, NEVER missend messages. ;p
12 July 2004
I don´t get this
i hope you´re not seeing a ¨reprint¨ of the stuff of ice cream because i do. i don´t get it. and another thing, i remember ranting about a sick week (last week) but i don´t see it and it´s not among my posts. what did i did?? ;p
06 July 2004
the stuff of ice cream
having been absent from my two (and only) classes today, i still decided to come to school and lunched at the Beach House. i spotted the Selecta cart parked right below the ever verdant acacia tree and made up my mind that i will have ice cream after eating. so, i go in the canteen and after taking my time in choosing what ulam to buy, i ended up with the classic fried chicken & toyo. in fairness, the breading tasted good.
anyhoo, i finish lunch and got a drumstick from manong. it costed 30 pesos. i thought to myself, makakauwi pa kaya ako? no matter, it was ice cream i wanted and ice cream i got. i kidded that even if i´ll have to forgo lunch tomorrow, ice cream will be worth it.
it wasn´t. ugh! i was so disappointed with it, i have already erased from my memory what flavor it was. i think i most enjoyed tormenting other people because they wanted one but wouldn´t get one for themselves...
then comes Joe. he ate lunch, got himself a popsicle (i think it was named Twister but i prefer Twisted cos it suits the boy who bought it), and enjoyed it immensely. i did too. hahaha!
i dunno why he enjoyed his popsicle, but i didn´t with my ice cream. sucks. perhaps the root of it all goes way back to my boyhood. i mean, his. ;p
anyhoo, i finish lunch and got a drumstick from manong. it costed 30 pesos. i thought to myself, makakauwi pa kaya ako? no matter, it was ice cream i wanted and ice cream i got. i kidded that even if i´ll have to forgo lunch tomorrow, ice cream will be worth it.
it wasn´t. ugh! i was so disappointed with it, i have already erased from my memory what flavor it was. i think i most enjoyed tormenting other people because they wanted one but wouldn´t get one for themselves...
then comes Joe. he ate lunch, got himself a popsicle (i think it was named Twister but i prefer Twisted cos it suits the boy who bought it), and enjoyed it immensely. i did too. hahaha!
i dunno why he enjoyed his popsicle, but i didn´t with my ice cream. sucks. perhaps the root of it all goes way back to my boyhood. i mean, his. ;p
05 July 2004
The Day the Dolphins Came
(excerpts)
Myra sat on a mat under the talisay, fanning herself. She appeared to look at the tanned, chubby boy who was sitting quietly, making no fuss as he dug the sand, so she let her mind drift as the clouds were doing that April morning.
It was a perfect day to spend at their beach house. The infinite sky was the playground of cotton clouds that played tag with each other. What little breeze there was was warm but the water--cool, deep, and green--was gently ruffled by the scanty air movements. The white sand served as the sparse boundary between the ocean and the greenery of the island. Ants, crabs, and small invertebrates could be seen scuttling between leaves of the creeping sand vines. Coconuts stood tall and willowy among the oaks and gemelinas, treacherous with their loose branches and heavy fruit. A couple of years back, Myra considered having them cut down but her husband, Mike, said the beach wouldn't be the same without them, so she let them be.
She remembers well the first time she set eyes on this island. She was with her husband-to-be though they both didn't know it at that time. They were on an island hopping trip sponsored by Creative Ink, the advertising company Mike still works for, and where she was a client. Myra had a steady boyfriend then, going on four years, and Mike was a happy bachelor. When she found out her fiancé had been cheating on her, one thing led to another and eight months later she was triumpahntly exchanging vows with Mike. They have been married for five years now. Sometimes she missed him, but she wouldn't admit it; he said, more than once, that he's had enough of a rich-kid for a wife.
--
The rain has stopped completely and the clouds were slowly making way for the sun. A faint shaft of light, which broke through the clouds, appeared like a rainbow and ended on the family of dolphins.
A pot of gold, Mike thought. Tears began to sting his eyes and silently, silently they slid down his cold cheeks.
The dolphins' bodies glistened in the feeble light, huddled as though they were cold. Or feeling sorrow. A few clicks and cries could be heard from them, but nothing else disturbed the sound of crashing waves except the child's sobs.
DMMVerdote
Sept11'03
0205a
Myra sat on a mat under the talisay, fanning herself. She appeared to look at the tanned, chubby boy who was sitting quietly, making no fuss as he dug the sand, so she let her mind drift as the clouds were doing that April morning.
It was a perfect day to spend at their beach house. The infinite sky was the playground of cotton clouds that played tag with each other. What little breeze there was was warm but the water--cool, deep, and green--was gently ruffled by the scanty air movements. The white sand served as the sparse boundary between the ocean and the greenery of the island. Ants, crabs, and small invertebrates could be seen scuttling between leaves of the creeping sand vines. Coconuts stood tall and willowy among the oaks and gemelinas, treacherous with their loose branches and heavy fruit. A couple of years back, Myra considered having them cut down but her husband, Mike, said the beach wouldn't be the same without them, so she let them be.
She remembers well the first time she set eyes on this island. She was with her husband-to-be though they both didn't know it at that time. They were on an island hopping trip sponsored by Creative Ink, the advertising company Mike still works for, and where she was a client. Myra had a steady boyfriend then, going on four years, and Mike was a happy bachelor. When she found out her fiancé had been cheating on her, one thing led to another and eight months later she was triumpahntly exchanging vows with Mike. They have been married for five years now. Sometimes she missed him, but she wouldn't admit it; he said, more than once, that he's had enough of a rich-kid for a wife.
--
The rain has stopped completely and the clouds were slowly making way for the sun. A faint shaft of light, which broke through the clouds, appeared like a rainbow and ended on the family of dolphins.
A pot of gold, Mike thought. Tears began to sting his eyes and silently, silently they slid down his cold cheeks.
The dolphins' bodies glistened in the feeble light, huddled as though they were cold. Or feeling sorrow. A few clicks and cries could be heard from them, but nothing else disturbed the sound of crashing waves except the child's sobs.
DMMVerdote
Sept11'03
0205a
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