High Toblerone

What’s with the men-specie possessing the talent to inadvertently turn your tranquil lair the wrong way up whenever they are in urgent need of your attention. Asnalang kabwisitan ne! Palako nala pin magbwisit la pa, je-je-je. But these moods of the male- order strike me kind-of-funny. Di ba dapat mas ikata mung women-of-the-universe deng magbwisit, aliwa ila?@????? Or may be, just may be, I have gotten used to this side of the male temper that exemplifies itself naturally on me at kaku da ngan bubugnus. Ok mu naman, pero mekahulata ku mu. My phone kept on ringing all day long just to hear them speak to you irritably with the dynamism of a doodad with the order to come over and see them at once – and I mean, not being able to at least be given the opportunity to pose what the bother is all about – they’ll hang up on you george. Pakururut la pamo kile, george, haayyy.;) Osimap, ekula akakayabe aldol-do.;)) Anyway, the tension unfortunately gets to the anxiety of their amiable workforce that they had to steadily buzz for your SOS, so you could in their place sort out matters for them. Rugu naman, aku namu ing shock-absorber parati.

But in truth, for whatever reason being I kinda adore it when they manifest that side of their oddball personality. For some may think, I am a lame willing victim by letting them-guys dispense their crankiness on you. I still deem that it should not be tolerated. Yet still, I don’t think it should affect me. If at all possible for the sake of the rest of humanity.;)

Last night on my way home riding a C-Point from the main highway, I chanced upon a passenger carrying an assortment of goodies which are arranged in a tier similar to a bunch of banana in a stem. Mabayat ya a. While looking at his paninda, I was in a wonder as to where nala ilaku deta. By the picture, one may well distinguish the time and effort he puts in his lako. Mipasali ku kasi fond ku kareng maka-plastic a mani and itlog pugu with corresponding asin. Now going back to his destination station, wapin pala, tin palang bus station banda Henson Street. Pero mali ku pala, I saw him alight the corner of Manson of AC Rotunda. In hindsight, he would be staying by one of the poles and wait for buyer-passer-bys just like the merchants of mangga tusuk-tusok, kasuy, sweet corn, balut, etc. in Mercury Nepo, ‘til sunup. It just dazes me that he does not mind carrying the mercantile so to earn few mini pesos, rain or shine. Thus earns me the high regard of being completely privileged to have anything am blessed with and not in slight gripe. Makes me wanna shout, Thank You, Bro.

 

Buddy MD strikes again. She just bought a new phone to accommodate her new sun cell sim. With her 240 free minutes, she made it a point to make her presence felt this weekend. Wa, me-amazed ya keng sun na. After a while of outlining to her the benefits of conveniently having one, out-of-touch ya kasi kekami eya maka-in. Asna neman kuliiiiiiit. Mamusang naku pin buri na lumwal ku pa para mag-Divisoria at sali keng blouse kanu. Asnepang katwa sapuk, malaswa kami kanu!! Go dance the Macarena kami mu. ;)

 

Plants Vs Zombies. Jomar is the man. Now thwarting carpal tunnel syndrome, hi hi. Yet, still at it, with the assistance of Ula. Aliwa muya. Maka-addict. Even in my sleep, I’m fighting them conehead, buckethead, Michael Jackson-look-alikes, Pogo, zomboni, Jack-in-the Box, bungee, catapult, gargantuar, imp, dr zomboss… Thy credits is now my buzz tone. Pagtisti ke pa mo yi Buddy MD. Maloloku ya anyang mumuna. Curiosity got the better. Makapanikal gamat. But no worries, thank you to spongy mouse pads which help ease the grief. Ahoy my beloved plants.

Am excited with the new. Am just wondering what’s in store. What there is. Sana naman mamalis ya talaga yi Bapa yu. I didn’t vote for him. But I welcome the change.

 

The National Conference we attended last week was full of surprises. With all the interesting people dropping by our booth to chat and berate you with queries. O simap, tiu ne na naman yi Jomar – the man – who seemed to be a magnet to these some-kinda folks. Dati naman kasi alayu, enoman fantastic deng pupunta booth mi. ;)

Luv ya Sofi! It has been some time since I’ve been back to Sofi. Westi ya pa kanta. The transition was unsullied. Mega-Bonjour Mabuhay lareng service men and women every time we passed by them. Mybed lived up to its name, by the thousand of threadcount. I slept in Wonderland. Only murmurs from Neverland can be heard from my two housemates Poy and Robin. The pool was a whimsy. Mega-bongga kami slide to bouts of laughter coz digpa kaming masikan at menigsu kami pang lampas keng boundary, leaving us spellbound, nanu ing gewa mi?@?;) Our inhibitions gone astray, we had bonggang-bonggang amusement.

  

What smacks me bland are those people who think greatly of themselves, that talking to them meant you have to be neither here nor there as to feed their egos. And am talking about both genders here. I encounter individuals who, to appear mighty to the audience, they have to all-encompassingly assess your every move and make a parody of your inelegance to come out as a laughing stock to every one else. And most times, to prove their excellence. Especially, with regard to characters of the human race, which by and large turn out bogus. So outstanding of them! I figure, they are either self-doubting heads of states, or concealing hideous issues of themselves. Bongga! There are people you need in your life, and there are just people you do not need. There are those people feeling significant, but in the essence, you live longer, stress-free and better without them. And a follow-up conjecture would be, they just can’t take the fact that we can live without them, happily, ever after.

I do appear starkly austere, but I have my share of lesions.

Yet I can say, I’ve grown gentler and softer – for real.

THANK YOU FOR ALWAYS BEING THERE FOR ME.