Naku Day ang bidang ang lalaki ay sa hindi naman ako namimintas pero mukhang tisiko.
Ang kapal. Kung sana ay guwapo pero sabi nga ng anak ng kaniyang niloko, mukha yata siya yong hahabulin ng sabon at tubig para lang maligo. Tsee.
Noong nagsasama pa sila, ay kinikilabutan ang aking kaibigan pag naririnig niya ang kanyang nanay na tinatawag itong Honey. Hanep talaga kung maglambing ang Datan. Meron pang
breakfast in bed. Pakisampal nga ako. Baka inggit lang ako.
Pero unang hirit niya ng pangloloko ay ang pagwithdraw ng pera sa ATM ng kaniyang
kinakasama. !@#$%^&*() Kung hawak ko nga lang ang aking magic wand di sana ay ginawa
ko na siyang ahas. AHAS, AHAS , AHAS. (Nageemote lang ho ako) Okay ba kiws?
Aba, nang siya ay pinahanap ko sa aking kaibigan, sinabi pang nakikialam sa hindi naman pinakikialaman. At ang masakit pa nito, ipinagtanggol ng nanay ng kaibigan ko ang kaniyang
kalive-in. Kulang na lang na tumaas ang buhok ng aking kaibigan sa galit. Kahit saan mang buhok yon. Ang kaniyang nanay, nabulag sa pag-ibig. Mahirap magpalaki ng ina.
Itutuloy ang mga susunod pang mga katrantaduhan ng matandang lalaking ito.
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Monday, November 28, 2005
Pink Lady
Dear insansapinas,
Masyadong fashionista ang paborito kong kaklase. Pag pink ang kaniyang damit, pink ang kaniyang sapatos, bag, medyas,at salamin. Pink din ang kaniyang labi.
Rare kang makakita dito sa aking lugar nang ganiyan kasi dito kahit hindi pares, pares, kahit ang mga kulay ay parang magkukumareng nagbabangayan, kahit ang sapatos ay hindi magpareho (o di ba ako noong lumakad sa SF downtown ng puti ang isa at itim ang kabila. May pumansin ba sa akin. Mga darleeengs , wala silang kyeber. Nang minsan, baligtad ang aking pantalon, may pumansin ba? Wala. Subukan mo sa Pilipinas, gawin yan pag di ka sinundan ng tingin nang mga bruha at bruhong nakataas ang mga kilay.
ANO KANYO, NASAAN NA ANG KUWENTONG HINDI PELIKULA? Maghintay kayo anoh?
So itong ang aking kaklase, pinasiklaban ko. Brown naman ang suot ko. Brown na pangtaas, brown na jacket, brown na pantalon, brown na medyas at brown na bag.
Tinitigan niya ako, mula paa hanggang ulo. Kunwari naman nadako ang paningin ko sa kaniya, ngumiti ako, pero hindi para sa kaniya kung hindi para sa katabi niya. Gusto ko lang na talo
ko siya kasi pati ngipin ko BROWN. angingingi..Yum yum yum, sarap ng tsokolates.
Disclaimer: Ang larawan po sa itaas ay hindi ang larawan ng aking kaklase. Nagkamali lang ng click ang aking anghel sa kaliwa.
Anghel sa kaliwa:
Ano ha wala akong kasalanan diyan. yong sa kanan.
Anghel sa kanan:
Hind ako ah.
Pinaysaamerika
Salawikain: Pag may itinanim, may aanihin. (Bilisan lang ninyo, baka may umaning iba. hekhekhek
Masyadong fashionista ang paborito kong kaklase. Pag pink ang kaniyang damit, pink ang kaniyang sapatos, bag, medyas,at salamin. Pink din ang kaniyang labi.
Rare kang makakita dito sa aking lugar nang ganiyan kasi dito kahit hindi pares, pares, kahit ang mga kulay ay parang magkukumareng nagbabangayan, kahit ang sapatos ay hindi magpareho (o di ba ako noong lumakad sa SF downtown ng puti ang isa at itim ang kabila. May pumansin ba sa akin. Mga darleeengs , wala silang kyeber. Nang minsan, baligtad ang aking pantalon, may pumansin ba? Wala. Subukan mo sa Pilipinas, gawin yan pag di ka sinundan ng tingin nang mga bruha at bruhong nakataas ang mga kilay.
ANO KANYO, NASAAN NA ANG KUWENTONG HINDI PELIKULA? Maghintay kayo anoh?
So itong ang aking kaklase, pinasiklaban ko. Brown naman ang suot ko. Brown na pangtaas, brown na jacket, brown na pantalon, brown na medyas at brown na bag.
Tinitigan niya ako, mula paa hanggang ulo. Kunwari naman nadako ang paningin ko sa kaniya, ngumiti ako, pero hindi para sa kaniya kung hindi para sa katabi niya. Gusto ko lang na talo
ko siya kasi pati ngipin ko BROWN. angingingi..Yum yum yum, sarap ng tsokolates.
Disclaimer: Ang larawan po sa itaas ay hindi ang larawan ng aking kaklase. Nagkamali lang ng click ang aking anghel sa kaliwa.
Anghel sa kaliwa:
Ano ha wala akong kasalanan diyan. yong sa kanan.
Anghel sa kanan:Hind ako ah.
Pinaysaamerika
Salawikain: Pag may itinanim, may aanihin. (Bilisan lang ninyo, baka may umaning iba. hekhekhek
Hindi pelikula
Di ba nakakainis yong mga pelikulang ang ending eh sa mga last 2 minutes eh, maghihiwalay ang magsing-irog, sasakay sa eruplano ang babae at iiwanan si lalaki
pagkatapos kung kailan, umandar na ang pinainit na makina ng eruplano at
tataas na lang ay biglang tatayo ang bida at kulang na lang sumigaw ng
PARA MAMA sa tabi, babababa, at sa hudyat ng director ay titingin muli ang
papaalis na lalaki, magtatatama ang kanilang paningin, PAGKATAPOS slow motion
silang tatakbo at magyayakapan. UTANG NA LOOB, korni ninyo.
Sandali, makapunas ng luha sa mata. Prsssst.
Pero ang ikukuwento ko ay hindi pelikula. Totoong pangyayari. Naikuwento ko
na ito sa kabila pero, iba ang pagkwento rito hane.
Sandali. makabalik sa higaan. Alas tres pa lang pala.
Sa a king pagbabalik.
ZZZZZZZZZZ
Salawikain: Magbiro ka na sa lasing, huwag lang sa bagong gising.
Friday, November 25, 2005
Eye to eye
Dear insansapinas,
May kasama ako sa klase na isang mulata. Medyo may pagkasuplada ang bruha.
Minsan nag-uusap kami ng aking kaibigan ay bigla yang pumaswit para ako patigiling
magsalita. Tiningnan ko siya. Tiningnan din niya ako. Hindi ako nagbaba ng tingin kahit na maunat ang kanyang buhok sa tindi ng aking titig. Tumayo siya. Tumayo din ako.
Pumunta siya sa may water fountain. Pumunta rin ako doon. Ano siya lang ang marunong uminom. nyuknyuknyuk
Makapagkanta ng Christmas song.
Pinaysaamerika
May kasama ako sa klase na isang mulata. Medyo may pagkasuplada ang bruha.
Minsan nag-uusap kami ng aking kaibigan ay bigla yang pumaswit para ako patigiling
magsalita. Tiningnan ko siya. Tiningnan din niya ako. Hindi ako nagbaba ng tingin kahit na maunat ang kanyang buhok sa tindi ng aking titig. Tumayo siya. Tumayo din ako.
Pumunta siya sa may water fountain. Pumunta rin ako doon. Ano siya lang ang marunong uminom. nyuknyuknyuk
Makapagkanta ng Christmas song.
Pinaysaamerika
Thursday, November 24, 2005
Hello, anybody howme?
Dear insansapinas,
Ahahay,
Buhay pa ako. Kaya lang tinupi ko muna yong nobelang isinusulat ko. Masyado akong nakukulitan nang mga natatanggap kong solicitation. Plagay ko tuloy, paraan lang talaga para makakuha ng pledge. Ubo.
Eniwey, kagaya nang pinsan kong si Kiwipinay, magtsistsismis lang muna ako para huwag masyadong magasgas ang utak ko. Nagrereview ako ngayon at panay nguya ko ng mga numero, mga terminologies. Hikaaaaa. Pahinga ko ang dumalaw sa aking blog. Ang aking isang blog ay tanggap nang blog ng isang sira ulong gustong magpatawa, ewan ko naman kung may tumatawa.
Singhot.
Pero bago simulan ang aking mga katsisimisan ko Day kung saan kayo ay manghihilakbot, maiinis, matutuwa at maiiyak, tingnan ninyo muna ang aking nakapaglaruan mga larawan ng aking mga bulaklak
at libros. (plural ng libro, di ba cheng?)
Ito sila. Kunwari naman, talagang naintindihan ko ang mga kuwento. Yong Harry Potter ay di ko man lang binuksan. Hindi kasi sa akin eh.
Pinaysaamerika
Ahahay,
Buhay pa ako. Kaya lang tinupi ko muna yong nobelang isinusulat ko. Masyado akong nakukulitan nang mga natatanggap kong solicitation. Plagay ko tuloy, paraan lang talaga para makakuha ng pledge. Ubo.
Eniwey, kagaya nang pinsan kong si Kiwipinay, magtsistsismis lang muna ako para huwag masyadong magasgas ang utak ko. Nagrereview ako ngayon at panay nguya ko ng mga numero, mga terminologies. Hikaaaaa. Pahinga ko ang dumalaw sa aking blog. Ang aking isang blog ay tanggap nang blog ng isang sira ulong gustong magpatawa, ewan ko naman kung may tumatawa.
Singhot.
Pero bago simulan ang aking mga katsisimisan ko Day kung saan kayo ay manghihilakbot, maiinis, matutuwa at maiiyak, tingnan ninyo muna ang aking nakapaglaruan mga larawan ng aking mga bulaklak
at libros. (plural ng libro, di ba cheng?)
Ito sila. Kunwari naman, talagang naintindihan ko ang mga kuwento. Yong Harry Potter ay di ko man lang binuksan. Hindi kasi sa akin eh.
Pinaysaamerika
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
Nobelang Wala Pa Ring Pamagat -Chapter 2
Chapter 2
My Friend
She had been staring at the teapot, when the phone rung. She let the machine pick up the call. After hearing the loud beep, the phone rung again. She knows who the caller is.
“Hello.”
It was her friend who just like her took a shot for the teaching position.
“I am happy for you,” she said honestly. Her friend Alexa is a lot older than she is and had years of experience too, more than she does. She is not surprised to know that she is hired.
“Let’s have coffee. My treat. And don’t you think of cooking up alibis. I can easily
ask my friend to drive me up in your place. Won’t stop knocking at the door until your neighborhood bring in a cop for public disturbance or so something,” Her shrill voice made her hold the phone away form her ear.
“ Okay, okay. You win. Let’s meet at the usual coffee shop. I love doing windowshopping too. Women’s best anti-depressant."
She was waiting for her; her make-up perfect, her hair done and looking even more beautiful for a woman her age.
“You’re late. What’s the excuse this time? You can’t get a cab, you bumped into some old friends or your heart is bleeding that you have to stop by the hospital? "Alexa said while savoring the hot steaming coffee.
She had already ordered her coffee. And bagel too.
“So, this is the dress that you wore in the interview or you had already a clothes change?”, her one eyebrow arching.
“Yes, it is.”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”
“Yessssssss” “Why what’s wrong with this outfit. I bought this under lay-away plan. Pretty expensive. I have to eat a lot of instant noodles for a few weeks to pay for this.
“Hello, hello, Houston, we got a problem. My dear, business suit does not mean you have to be like a gray canvas. You do not have to come like a new ordained novice in the nunnery of the Carmelite sisters. Pink sisters yes. If I were the interviewer, I could have dropped down on my knees start praying the rosary and ask for special indulgence.
Mother Theresa is dead, darleeeng.” Mwehihihi
She did not respond back.
“Oke, Oke , so I plead guilty, no appeal. I do not need a legally blond to defend my case. I have been harsh. I am mean. I am evil. Bwahaahaa. “ She put her two hands on both sides of hear head forming horns. “ Another free coffee for you. But darleeng, it’s time that you should dress your age. “
“Your application as my fashion consultant is still in process.”she said curtly.
“Ow, that is free advice. Nothing to worry. Courtesy of Friends Incorporated where I am the Chairman and you are the corporate slave.”
Uhhhm, did he….did he…
“Did he what ? Who’s the he and what is the what ?”
The guy, the dean. Did he say, he likes you?
“Naww. All he said was congratulations. But he pressed my hands though. Kilig. He’s impressed. Why?” Her tone of voice changed. “ Do you know something, that I do not know.” Her knows knitted as she asked.
“Nothing.”
“Tell me”
“Nothing.”
“Tell me.”
“Nothing.”
Alexa closed her eyes and chanted some words.
What are you doing. Have you gone mad?”
“Ow, I am casting a spell for you to open up.”
“You witch. Hahahahaha. “
“ Okay, will another treat, make you talk? There is a good movie that I would like to see.
I feel generous to make libre to watch it tonight with you.”
“Aren’t you missed by your kids? “ You should be home by now, MOTHER.” She emphasized the last word.
“Oh Pleaseeeeeeee, don’t you make me feel guilty over my careeeeer.”
She wiped her make believe tears with the table napkin. “Let me enjoy life, will you.” The kids are safe with their nannies and my …you know who... must be with his mistress, I mean his wife.”
She became silent for a few seconds. Her tears are real now. But they did not fall. She quickly wiped them with her hankie.
My Friend
She had been staring at the teapot, when the phone rung. She let the machine pick up the call. After hearing the loud beep, the phone rung again. She knows who the caller is.
“Hello.”
It was her friend who just like her took a shot for the teaching position.
“I am happy for you,” she said honestly. Her friend Alexa is a lot older than she is and had years of experience too, more than she does. She is not surprised to know that she is hired.
“Let’s have coffee. My treat. And don’t you think of cooking up alibis. I can easily
ask my friend to drive me up in your place. Won’t stop knocking at the door until your neighborhood bring in a cop for public disturbance or so something,” Her shrill voice made her hold the phone away form her ear.
“ Okay, okay. You win. Let’s meet at the usual coffee shop. I love doing windowshopping too. Women’s best anti-depressant."
She was waiting for her; her make-up perfect, her hair done and looking even more beautiful for a woman her age.
“You’re late. What’s the excuse this time? You can’t get a cab, you bumped into some old friends or your heart is bleeding that you have to stop by the hospital? "Alexa said while savoring the hot steaming coffee.
She had already ordered her coffee. And bagel too.
“So, this is the dress that you wore in the interview or you had already a clothes change?”, her one eyebrow arching.
“Yes, it is.”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”
“Yessssssss” “Why what’s wrong with this outfit. I bought this under lay-away plan. Pretty expensive. I have to eat a lot of instant noodles for a few weeks to pay for this.
“Hello, hello, Houston, we got a problem. My dear, business suit does not mean you have to be like a gray canvas. You do not have to come like a new ordained novice in the nunnery of the Carmelite sisters. Pink sisters yes. If I were the interviewer, I could have dropped down on my knees start praying the rosary and ask for special indulgence.
Mother Theresa is dead, darleeeng.” Mwehihihi
She did not respond back.
“Oke, Oke , so I plead guilty, no appeal. I do not need a legally blond to defend my case. I have been harsh. I am mean. I am evil. Bwahaahaa. “ She put her two hands on both sides of hear head forming horns. “ Another free coffee for you. But darleeng, it’s time that you should dress your age. “
“Your application as my fashion consultant is still in process.”she said curtly.
“Ow, that is free advice. Nothing to worry. Courtesy of Friends Incorporated where I am the Chairman and you are the corporate slave.”
Uhhhm, did he….did he…
“Did he what ? Who’s the he and what is the what ?”
The guy, the dean. Did he say, he likes you?
“Naww. All he said was congratulations. But he pressed my hands though. Kilig. He’s impressed. Why?” Her tone of voice changed. “ Do you know something, that I do not know.” Her knows knitted as she asked.
“Nothing.”
“Tell me”
“Nothing.”
“Tell me.”
“Nothing.”
Alexa closed her eyes and chanted some words.
What are you doing. Have you gone mad?”
“Ow, I am casting a spell for you to open up.”
“You witch. Hahahahaha. “
“ Okay, will another treat, make you talk? There is a good movie that I would like to see.
I feel generous to make libre to watch it tonight with you.”
“Aren’t you missed by your kids? “ You should be home by now, MOTHER.” She emphasized the last word.
“Oh Pleaseeeeeeee, don’t you make me feel guilty over my careeeeer.”
She wiped her make believe tears with the table napkin. “Let me enjoy life, will you.” The kids are safe with their nannies and my …you know who... must be with his mistress, I mean his wife.”
She became silent for a few seconds. Her tears are real now. But they did not fall. She quickly wiped them with her hankie.
Ang Nobelang Walang Pamagat Chapter 1
Patalastas:
Pansamantala kong ititigil ang kasalukuyang isinusulat kong Traidor upang isulat ang nobelang walang pamagat.
Chapter 1
I Like you but...
Bea stepped into the airconditioned room. She closed the door behind her and stood briefly to gaze at the frames, plaques and pictures that adorned the wood paneled wall.
The man seated behind the desk smiled and signaled her to take one of the seats in front the massive table. She knew, he was wondering what she was waiting for.
He stood up and offered his hand. She barely heard his Good morning and how are you doin’ greetings. Her heat beats seemed to have drowned them.
The meeting with the Dean was brief. She did not come unprepared that she did not expect his assessment of her personality. According to him, she is sufficiently knowledgeable of the subjects that she is going to handle. She technically answered complicated questions, but on the whole, something is lacking in her personality. She is too timid. Although her voice is husky, it is too soft and can be interpreted as shyness.
He stood up as a gesture that he is ending the interview.
“ I like you.” He said. You have the potential , but I need someone who’s aggressive. One who can captivate the audience when she talks.” Pardon my unorthodox manner , but I am this brutal for people I like.
He is sending a mixed signal. He likes her but she is not hired.
She wished he could have simply said, don’t call, we’ll call you.
She has the irresistible desire to ask what he meant by liking you but I do not want you statement. She resisted the impulse. Instead she thanked him and she walked erect and composed after saying goodbye.
Outside, she felt the pain of rejection. She leaned towards the iron railings. The Dean’s secretary appeared behind her. She felt that someone watching her even when she was already outside the room.
“Do you feel, ill, Miss? Can I get you anything ? Her voice was full of concern.
“ I’ll be all right in a few minutes. Thank you? She attempted to smile. She felt the prick of tears behind her eyes. She held them back.
Within a short time, she was totally in control of herself again. She was sorry that she had let the negative feeling affected her. She despised weakness and self-pity.
She thought angrily: I am responsible for my fate. No man is going to create that for me.
She pulled herself up and straight-backed she walked across the hall.
Pansamantala kong ititigil ang kasalukuyang isinusulat kong Traidor upang isulat ang nobelang walang pamagat.
Chapter 1
I Like you but...
Bea stepped into the airconditioned room. She closed the door behind her and stood briefly to gaze at the frames, plaques and pictures that adorned the wood paneled wall.
The man seated behind the desk smiled and signaled her to take one of the seats in front the massive table. She knew, he was wondering what she was waiting for.
He stood up and offered his hand. She barely heard his Good morning and how are you doin’ greetings. Her heat beats seemed to have drowned them.
The meeting with the Dean was brief. She did not come unprepared that she did not expect his assessment of her personality. According to him, she is sufficiently knowledgeable of the subjects that she is going to handle. She technically answered complicated questions, but on the whole, something is lacking in her personality. She is too timid. Although her voice is husky, it is too soft and can be interpreted as shyness.
He stood up as a gesture that he is ending the interview.
“ I like you.” He said. You have the potential , but I need someone who’s aggressive. One who can captivate the audience when she talks.” Pardon my unorthodox manner , but I am this brutal for people I like.
He is sending a mixed signal. He likes her but she is not hired.
She wished he could have simply said, don’t call, we’ll call you.
She has the irresistible desire to ask what he meant by liking you but I do not want you statement. She resisted the impulse. Instead she thanked him and she walked erect and composed after saying goodbye.
Outside, she felt the pain of rejection. She leaned towards the iron railings. The Dean’s secretary appeared behind her. She felt that someone watching her even when she was already outside the room.
“Do you feel, ill, Miss? Can I get you anything ? Her voice was full of concern.
“ I’ll be all right in a few minutes. Thank you? She attempted to smile. She felt the prick of tears behind her eyes. She held them back.
Within a short time, she was totally in control of herself again. She was sorry that she had let the negative feeling affected her. She despised weakness and self-pity.
She thought angrily: I am responsible for my fate. No man is going to create that for me.
She pulled herself up and straight-backed she walked across the hall.
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