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.
Thursday, January 25, 2007
A cousin of mine got in an accident a few days ago. She left near midnight and went out drinking with some friends. She hitched a ride on the back of a scooter but it seemed the driver's arms and eyes and brain were second-guessing each other so they crashed.
Her mom was angry the next morning. Well, angry like a seething volcano. She stayed with her in the hospital while she got her five stitches, dextrose, bedrest and more than a handful of Mom's Brand Scolding, machine-gun style.
Her head hit something hard and that's where the stitches were stitched. When she got home I went and paid a visit.
"Masakit ulo mo?"
"Hindee."
"Sayang hair mo kakaparlor mo lang."
"Nanigas nga sa tuyong dugo e."
"E di me poknat ka na pala."
Ok, well that only went on in my mind; I'm not that tactless or brash yet. Actually, I couldn't find any ulam at home so I went there to get some food and she just happened to have arrived.
She looked pale and moved so carefully. Her oft-combed shiny hair was limp in a pony.
Two days later I went back, this time after having eaten a scrumptious Tomato-and-Onion-stuffed Milkfish dinner.
"O ok ka na?"
"Tara labas tayo." *smiles*
Later that evening, she asked if anyone could bother to replace her bandages.
Kuya: "Aay baka himatayin ako. Mahina ano ko jan. Nung dati nga naglanggas ako ng pasyente nanlambot tuhod ko."
Zald: "Pinag-assist ako dati ng doktor kasi wala yung nurse. Maduwal-duwal ako, pinalabas na lang ako hehe."
Kuya: "Ayan si D kaya yan."
Apparently I forgot my cellphone at home so I went to get it. By the time I got back the stitches were cleaned. By her mom I think. We then watched Zsa Zsa Zaturnnah.
Her mom was angry the next morning. Well, angry like a seething volcano. She stayed with her in the hospital while she got her five stitches, dextrose, bedrest and more than a handful of Mom's Brand Scolding, machine-gun style.
Her head hit something hard and that's where the stitches were stitched. When she got home I went and paid a visit.
"Masakit ulo mo?"
"Hindee."
"Sayang hair mo kakaparlor mo lang."
"Nanigas nga sa tuyong dugo e."
"E di me poknat ka na pala."
Ok, well that only went on in my mind; I'm not that tactless or brash yet. Actually, I couldn't find any ulam at home so I went there to get some food and she just happened to have arrived.
She looked pale and moved so carefully. Her oft-combed shiny hair was limp in a pony.
Two days later I went back, this time after having eaten a scrumptious Tomato-and-Onion-stuffed Milkfish dinner.
"O ok ka na?"
"Tara labas tayo." *smiles*
Later that evening, she asked if anyone could bother to replace her bandages.
Kuya: "Aay baka himatayin ako. Mahina ano ko jan. Nung dati nga naglanggas ako ng pasyente nanlambot tuhod ko."
Zald: "Pinag-assist ako dati ng doktor kasi wala yung nurse. Maduwal-duwal ako, pinalabas na lang ako hehe."
Kuya: "Ayan si D kaya yan."
Apparently I forgot my cellphone at home so I went to get it. By the time I got back the stitches were cleaned. By her mom I think. We then watched Zsa Zsa Zaturnnah.
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Monday, March 27, 2006
To the exclusion of all else, the tree stretched and stretched its trunk until it grew tall enough to look over the other side of the house. "Ah, to behold what lay yonder."
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