Last night a cousin of mine came lugging three bottles of Red Horse Grande. "Gusto lang kita makainuman."
Not that I have anything else to do but I'm not one for heads-up beer sessions. Also we weren't close, like with other cousins. The most we see each other is about once a year, during our New Year gatherings. So I'm surprised.
Turns out he was tipsy already. He and my other cousin had a few beers earlier that evening. The latter had an early engagement the morning next so they had to pack up sooner than the former wanted; he was bitin. And the nearest he could one-on-one on was me.
"'San ang puti mo na ah! At pumayat ka na!"
Hehe. "Lul. O, balita?"
"Bukas malalaman na."
He was actually in a legal predicament not far from mine. Involving still a girl, but this time on a more intimate nature, iykwim. A kindred spirit. My slight unwelcome ebbed.
"Ah. Ano ba talaga nangyari tol? Di ko lam yung buong kwento e."
So he told me. He's like his father when he tells his story, waving his arms around and about, his hands forming very animated gestures. His father had a notorious penchance for getting piss-ass drunk. 'To Meo also liked gesturing.
When he finished I still didn't get why the girl pressed charges. I asked him to explain but his answers went off tangent more and more.
"Ay 'san me napanaginipan ako. Napanaginipan ko si Jesus."
Riiight. It is Easter Sunday. It must be the booze. He spoke deliberately, like old folks do when they had elderly wisdom to impart to young 'uns and had enough alcohol in them to believe that what they are saying is A Truth of The Universe.
"Nakita ko si Jesus nakaputi, mahaba balbas, tapos me baston. Tapos pare, tinalikuran ako. Nagpapakuha na ko e, nakita ko yung katawan ko tol, nakalutang ako nakatingin sa katawan ko, pero una yung baston nya tas sunod yung katawan tinalikod. Naglakad palayo."
I tried real hard not to laugh. The booze had already done its effect on me and I was beet red all over. He went on, all seriousness.
"Ibig sabihin me misyon pa ko tol. Ayaw pa ni Lord. Gusto ko na e, pero tumalikod sya. Nagising ako umiiyak. Alam to ng ate ko tsaka ni mama. Kulang lang tayo sa panalangin. Ako na nagsasabi sayo pre. Di dapat tayo nakakalimot sa Kanya."
He went on, and on. I didn't mind much, I was warm with beer and he brought lots of potato snacks. Halfway through our second grande he leaned his arms on the table and nestled his face on his arms.
"O inaantok ka na, dun ka na sa kwarto 'san."
"...Inde, kaya ko pa to. Pahinga lang ako," he mumbled.
He never raised his head. He sat there and passed away.
From: Toy Kingdom
About me: I am the Chronic Procrastinator. If there is something urgent needed to be done now, it can wait until next week.
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Now that I've successfully b.i.'d Feyt into playing Trickster, you should let me b.i. you too! MMOs are really best when played with people you know.
I also discovered a browser-based game that you might wanna try out. It's called Kingdom of Loathing, a fun RPG that's really funny. AJ and Abbee especially, you should check it out. Hehe katuwa.
This is my character. He's a Sauceror, an adept at the mystical energies of the Cosmic Sauce. He's equipped with a Frying Pan that's full of scalding sauce, which he uses to melt people and stuff with, or, if he runs out of sauce, bashes people's and stuff's heads (or what passes for a head for seemingly headless ones) with. Roxxor!
I also discovered a browser-based game that you might wanna try out. It's called Kingdom of Loathing, a fun RPG that's really funny. AJ and Abbee especially, you should check it out. Hehe katuwa.
This is my character. He's a Sauceror, an adept at the mystical energies of the Cosmic Sauce. He's equipped with a Frying Pan that's full of scalding sauce, which he uses to melt people and stuff with, or, if he runs out of sauce, bashes people's and stuff's heads (or what passes for a head for seemingly headless ones) with. Roxxor!
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Wednesday, April 05, 2006
AJ was excited to pick-up for the first time at this place. When asked which one he'd like he replied, "Basta yung masarap."
After being comfortably seated and filled with caffeine goodness, there was a discussion regarding signals. You see, it's very hard for guys to gauge how girls are responding towards them. They may seem all friendly and nice, but you can't really tell if she's into you or just being polite while silently praying please-go-away-now. So how can you know that when she tells you she's busy and can't go, she really is and can't, and it's not because she finds you repulsive(and the like)? Apparently it's just a wait and see.
I forgot to play a prank on someone last weekend. It's the best time to pull a cruel joke on anyone and just blurt "April Fool's!" when it hurts na. Hell, you could break hearts and probably get away with it. Or maybe not.
When you aren't heard, scream as loud as you can. You can only be faulted for being loud but not for saying how you feel.
My favorite sandwich is butterfly carnival. My prof once passed an attendance sheet with a column for 'What is Love?' I wrote, Love is my sense of inspiration and conviction to excel. Doubtless it was impressive, and she was so, but was then later disheartened that I took it from a song. I know I once felt that way.. But where I am now, it seems I haven't loved at all.
I'm told I'm overdramatic. Hah!
This summer I'm looking forward to pleasant beaches and sunny shores. Maybe the Bora trip will pull through, or the Batangas outing. I want to grab a fresh lungful of sweet air before I plunge for the final dive to the bottom.
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