Gumawa ng duyan ang tatay ko sa tabing bahay namin. Built between two guyabano trees, the fresh air flows like forever. This isn't your typical hammock in the garden. You're not surrounded by effeminate flowers and house plants. What you'll see here are authentic jackfruit trees, pepper vines, tomato plants and mango trees that grows wildly. This garden was landscaped around what grew here even before I was born.


Tumambay ako ng 12 noon dala ang isang libro. The sun was covered by the dancing leaves. Birds wildly chirps. The top view was relaxing, leaves dancing as it cover the sun.



Hay ang sarap tumambay.
At matulog ng matulog.

Yesterday, we threw a surprise party for my best friend. I was at her house @ 2pm for a supposedly 3pm party. And since it was a surprise party, the celebrant came at around 5.30pm.

This blog is not about her but about a fruit her mom gave us to eat while we wait for her. (not that there ain't other foods, we just want to eat our handa when the celebrant arrives).

To my surprise, two of my friends haven't tasted this fruit. One even didn't even tried since last time he tried eating a fresh sampaloc for the first time, his stomach tumbled causing a frequent toilet visit after.

The fruit is called a MAKOPA. And  for all who haven't tasted or known, let me introduce it to you.


Makopa or Malay Rose Apple (naks) is a pinkish bell shaped fruit that is rather tasteless like a pear. The redder the fruit, the sweeter it becomes. The outer portion is very crunchy while the inside is very soft like a cotton. It is best eaten with salt.

Wala lang. Amidst all the exciting variety we have on our pizzas, desserts, coffees, wines or cigars --

Mga Dudes, sana matiman nyo si humble makopa ;)

READ ME

whenever my voice flings arrows
your way at a fiery pace,
read, discover there is that
something in me
that dies to go gentle.
for when i viciously tangle
with you trying to throw
you off course, inside, i am raring
to cover you, take you, become
all of me fire and water
flowing, all soft and fluid.
when i try to lord it over, empowered,
it is because inside i am already
slave groveling ready to heed your bidding,
crawling waves lapping you up
sea shores hillocks sky
all the way up, all drool and drivel.
and when i insolently seek out
pulpits to mount my gospel truths,
i am really one humped question mark
thrashing about your steadying light.
and when i try to light you up whole,
there is really a part of your flame
i would want extinguished
to die rekindled in me alone,
and when i am wind taking roots
in your solid ground, i am roots as well
ready to take flight upon your wings.
when i prance around proud in times square,
i am child carousing in the greener
fringes of the heart's final roosting.

read this idiolect,
read well, decode, detect,
and love me when i seem to hate.

- By Ophelia Dimalanta

The thing about mistakes is the depth of the damage
Damaged caused to the damaged.
But more so to the committer.
It is fatal,
Especially when realized.

Hi CB, This is Dr House.
I suggest you keep on rotting.
You're to sick to be alive,

Learn the hard way.This has worked for me. Always.

I can't learn by repetition. This is very common way back in college. Saying Ukraine's capital over and over again to get stuck in my mind for a geography exam never works.

Apparently, so is saying I love you and showing it.

For all my years, I thought of love as something very  abstract, like magic. Very inspirational. Something one can never fully experience. It is always with strings attached. It comes with infatuation, respect, lust or even hate. Love is very subjective, hence it can never be pure.

Last night, around 3AM, I went to accompany my friend down my pad as her BF is there to fetch her. We walked a bit farther until we saw the car. I  admire them actually. I, for the first time, saw a couple that may be a perfect match. I said goodbye and walked back to my pad alone.

Walking, I silently called a name and cried.

At that painful moment, despite  the noisy street full of mushy call center agents, despite our lobby guard asking me if i am okay, I finally learn something a child can't yet. I've found the non-mediocre meaning of commitment, sacrifice and honesty. Of love and standing for it.

I have accepted that love exist not just in movies nor just within our family bloodlines. It exists within someone, without the strings we found in movies but worse with the burden of facing reality's hardships and trials. And trials. And trials.

A star has loved me. And just as you realize you saw a shooting star. It was gone.

And as much as I want to say that I've learned a thing about this hard-to-understand-lovers-restricted term, the person i would want hearing this has gone to find someone else who unlike me, knows  great things about it and far from being a carrion inside a colorful shell.

Back in college, most of us, in one time or another, demanded for a retake. Whether it be an exam or another chance for a recitation. But as we all know, if you passed your paper, finished or not finished, it's final. No retake. No rewind.

I still wish for a chance, even if people have limits despite love's infinity. Wishes unlike love is never bounded, never subjected by any strings, never in scarcity.

So if you see me staring upwards, I'm remembering a star's shining light. Wishing that should ever I see it fall from the sky again, I would catch it and hold it in my arms and with all my capacity be that another star it wishes me to be.

Coffee cups by candle light

Shadows cast, starlight

Elephant juice to no end

Let us all support this. (God, I had goosebumps watching this)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LA-EOy00ZQM

Movie site: http:\\therpgmovie.com

 

 

I decided to visit our forest carnival after more than 17 years.

It’s 11.30 am. The sun has lost its mighty heat as rain clouds surround her. The ever humming wind has made every tree sways its branches for an inviting musical crescendo.

It takes a good run for me to descend the stairs from our house, go to a small gate that borders our backyard, and go my way into the forest. That was before, 17 years ago. Now, I simply open our backdoor, do a couple of steps and there goes the small gate. No panting, not even a stretch of hip muscles.

Opening the gate, I look for a deep deep excavation on my left. Deep and wide enough to cause those childhood nightmare were I was being thrown in  by Shaider’s nemesis. But it was nowhere to be found, the big big mouth that eats our daily garbage has gone.

I get the sense that most of the things I’ll be looking for would be gone. So I spare myself of sadness and ought not to continue my visit anymore. But our cat came unexpectedly by my side, licking my feet, running around me excitedly as if urging me to go on.

So I did. But I was right.

Our watchtower Kalamansi tree was also gone. The stiff but tall tree that trained me to climb up with great grip and balance has forever left the great view from the top and that sour taste of its fruit away from me.

With less enthusiasm, I went to the main attraction-the carvinal where group of coffee trees loops their stems and even their trunks in various forms. They are our swings, our training bars, our human slings and even our creatures when we suddenly turned into monster-controlling heroes.

Still there, but barely recognizable. They seemed diminutive in size, as if the earth has sucked them small. I can barely recognize which tree has been the swing or the horse. Our training bars now seemed to be twigs.

Damn cat, mocking me as she/he jumps from one tree to another, playing with them as I used to. He/she seems to say “bleh, you can’t do this anymore!”

The wind never stops its musical narratives even when I am leaving, making the trees ecstatic, tossing their leaves as I stare with the new plants that grew, new vine that crept, and new forms that should have been another of my monster worth riding with.

I touched some trees I grew up with. They seem to say that they did stay and waited for me.  Evolving...shrinking.. coating new barks.

Minutes before I reach the small gate back, it started to rain. Compared to their previous rapturous state, their leaves are now becoming heavy, most of their tips pointing to the ground, getting drenched.

They seem to be sobbing. Or was it I?

 

You would know a great musician when you stripped him off a a good band mate, a good band and a good band name.

Ang kanyang kantang Yugto ay patunay na walang banda banda sa musika ng isang astig na musikero.


Lipad dating taga-Ilog....

Let me tell you why our new dog, Silver is more interesting than the next showing movie Volt.




1. A Golden Retriever had sex with a bulldog. He’s one of their son
2. I am getting worried he might get the colour of her mommy Retriever but a face of his daddy bulldog.
3. He nearly died yesterday when my mom bathed him; apparently he’s too young to be washed.
4. Silver is just his nick, according to my sister who named him, his true name’s Sylvester, a cat’s name.
5. He has one of the biggest tummies, infested by worm. He can barely run because of this.
6. He loves sleeping at our bathroom, probably because he doesn’t want everyone to see him. He usually covers himself with a rag.


So with these humble beginnings, I am seeing him to be a full blown hero later on. He’ll face a lot of adventure but not without friends who’ll help him:






First would be our original pet Ashley. A border collie who is commonly famous for being the ever reliable sheep dog, she’ll surely be the strong and speedy heroine. Widely regarded as the most intelligent dog breed and having sharp claws (because we never had a change to had her nail cut) , she’ll surely protect our weakly hero. More about her at: http://carloandcourage.multiply.com/journal/item/194




Second would be this ever mysterious cat. His/her origin is unknown. (You can find her story at: http://carloandcourage.multiply.com/journal/item/197 ) I have a feeling that she isn’t really a cat. There was one time I saw her/him staring in one of our framed image, appreciating it carefully. Once, he/she was intently watching TV with me. Just last week, I saw him/ her sleeping on my parent’s bed, with her head on the pillow.



So before they go for their adventure we had the two dogs vaccinated. Silver for his de-worming and immunity. Ashley for her rabies and immunity.




So any adventure you want them to take?

Why did you take my phone?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Why did you give me the worst hangover?  Me puking every hour the whole morning?

 

Why did you ruin this great great picture of us with this dark dark cloud behind us?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Why didn’t your lady vendor gave that 10 peso “ tawad”, making my friends (and even that vendor) make fun on my oh so pathetic haggling.

 

Why do you let this good old St Bernard pose endlessly and bore himself to death?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Why oh why do you keep me with these people?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And why do I like coming back second time around? Again with this people.

So our cute Japanese cousin came to spend a vacation for a week. Of course, being a fan of Japanese animation and manga, I was so excited to see a genuine Japanese kid.

Before they fly back to Japan at 4am the day after, my sis decided to tour him around MOA. My sis, who has spent days with him, said that he doesn’t talk too much probably because of the language barrier.

On the car on our way back home, I decided to impress him with some of my best Japanese words.

“Hayao Miyazake? (The great Japanese animation direction),” I asked.

His eyes glowed and he nodded. He repeated the name, as if trying to tell me the right pronunciation the Japanese way. Haha, I was so happy that he understood! I don’t know any Japanese word except arigato and sayonara!

“Naruto?” I ask again.
He nodded and said “Uzumaki Naruto!”

“Ichigo?” I asked with a wider mile.
He nodded again and said “Kurusaki Ichigo!”

So there! We communicated through various names of animes and manga. We didn’t finish a sentence but we understand each other telling names of various animation characters from Naruto, Bleach , Slam Dunk, and even Death Note. I was so happy for us, I was even talking in a very rough Japanese accent!

Two days after the got back to Japan, his mother called and told my mom that I am the only person he understood while he was here.

What a fun way to connect!

Sayonara Nikuni-kun! Hope to see you again!

So three kittens came unexpectedly on our house a week ago. Hindi namin kung saan sila galing. Bigla nalang daw silang namahay samin.

When I came last weekend. Isa nalang yung natira. Yung isa hiningi ng taho vendor. Tpos yung isa naipit ng sasakyan namin.

So little orangegy one remains -going inside our house,running and jumping when we try to catch her.

It seems like we have no choice but to adopt him/her.

 

:)

Naglalakad ako patawid ng kalsada nang may makita akong pulubi na nanghihingi ng pera sa dalawang Koreana. Typical Pinoy beggar, on her shoulder is a little baby and another child holds her other hand as she walks.  One of the Korean girl was about to give some coins until the other Korean girl stopped her.

The beggar and her children left.

Afterwards, the girl who was to give some coins stares blankly on the other side of the road. Tears suddenly flow down her eyes.

Siguro sabi nung isa nyang kasama, “normal lang yan dito” or worse, “sindikato yan”

 Tears were still flowing as she crosses the street.

I actually don’t feel anything when I see beggars. They are too “normal” to shed tears for.

 This feeling of indifference concerns me.

 

I am a seed

      that shed a thousand tears to water itself.

 

Worms are within me,

      and I might not make myself a great tree.

 

But your unfailing light

      despite my soon rotten stem

      uneven leaves    

      and weak roots

 

Will make me bear a good fruit

 

 

 

Thanks for bursting some more of your light

 

This looked like fun. Thanks for tagging me, Maan!

Instructions: Take a photo (or photos) of your workstation and post it up. Tell us a little bit about the things we can see on them, or ask us to find something that's there (but couldn't be seen with the naked eye because of the clutter). Feel free to tag anyone you would want to stalk. :P

So lets start with welcoming you in our  office with this video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OHpxjK7aDTg

Now, my place is not as creative and tidy as with Maan's cube. Mine is a collection of wires (usb, staple, chargers etc) and papers (innate with being an AE).

 

I'm facing a big wall with a big big logo every day :)

Woah!! I can't believe that my land line is cheek-to-cheek  with my keyboard! Wtf!

With tons of meeting and loads of this to do, this is how my cube looks like. Pretty raw eh?

Now its time for: Khey, Llyod (kahit yung suite lang), Mon, and anyone to give us a trip in their work spaces!

 

I just realised, after a friend keeps putting it in our ym window. That the loser emoticon can have a potential of getting into my nerves. Wala lang.

I’ve been a Tekken Lei player for a long time and I fancy his drunken stance. Last Saturday night, without me drinking any alcoholic, in the middle of the night, in the middle of the Buendia National Road, I think I did one of the hardest martial arts stances in the world.

Let me take a step back and first explain the drunken style. The movements of the style are as the name implies, mimicking the movements of someone who is inebriated. They appear to stagger about as if drunk; arms and legs are loose to the point of abandonment. The drunken state keeps the artist in constant motion, thus a more difficult target to pin down. Even when hit, the body is so relaxed that the impact has less effect. While seemingly uncontrolled, the movements all hold a secret deadly force that is ready to spring the moment the Martial Artist needs it.What makes this style difficult to perform is that it requires fluidity and softness. One must let go of the structured stances in favor of postures which seem to compromise the safety of the artist. Arms are no longer in a guarding position, or if they are, they are loose rather than tight to the body. The artist must remain in constant movement and in no set pattern in order to emulate drunkenness.

 

I did it with the help of a bicycle in front of me.

 

In short, habang tumatawid ako sa kalsada. Natalisod ako sa bisikleta, nagpagewang-gewang* para maretain ang balance ko. Pero lumagapak parin sa highway!!!

 

*in a very drunken master style. J

Welcome to the Christian World my 6th Minion Santino!

You'll be following the footsteps of my 5 other godsons (Joshua Emmanuel, Carlos Miguel, Kelvin, Adrian and  one other whose name i forgot) who are now enjoying the wealth and power of being associated to the great great me! Wahaha!

 

Kahit sa flight mo papuntang US late ka parin! Goodluck out there, Catch a big fish for me! May you come back with lots of money and tons of pasalubong to all of us. Hindi na kumpleto and quartet ats!

(O diba, parang si Lozada ka lang sa pic na 'to.. )