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Have you tried sneezing in front of the newspaper you're reading.
A friend of mine did.
Naawa ako sa newspaper; my heart mealts down from that guy's nose beating.
That damned paper has made its way to him to be read; putting it to circulation means a lot to anyone who made it lest make it a sneezing net.

Story - mairap gumawa ng istorya totoo man or hindi, kapani-paniwala or nakakakot. Iba ka istorya, ginagawa mo ang lahat para magkabuhay ang pahina sa newspaper ko.

Writer - you wake up to write, eat to write, you work to write, you run to write, you sleep to write. and then, you pray hard that your writing will be publish and "voila" it did. And then this happen, the slime got into the contents of your story. I am really sorry.

Photographer - a click here, a click there; picture here, picture there. just one click and there goes that one image that makes a lot of story. This is your moment, the moment all of the people are wondering why that slime got to that image.

Proof reader/editor - nakakapagod pero nakakatuwa linisin ang ipa-publish na istorya; you correct phrase here, you adjust sentence there and you design paragraph structure everywhere. Your effort is always underrated kase di ka nakikita sa author name line and then all of the sudden malalaman mo nadumihan ung edited page mo dahil sa sisipuning mambabasa. Tama ka you should have work in TV instead.

Publisher - yung lahat ng pawis mo invested sa newspaper mo. ginamit mo lahat ng utak at pera mo para itayu ito at isang sipon lang ang sisira nang pinag hirapan mo. bumangon ka at magtayu ng water refilling station. Tubong tubig ang kikitain mo rito.


Berto: Pero kait na anu sabiin nila at i-blame kait na sinu ang lupeet pa rin ng feeling pag pinatong mo un newspaper sa lamesa mo at gawing patungan ng beer, brandy, tequila, mani at barbeque.


You may sneeze now. Thank you.

Angels

We always look at to them.

We tend to remain loyal to them since they will be faithful to us.

They are called Angels.

They don't have a sex. As I believe they are neither male nor female; neither a frog nor an insect; neither a tree nor a flower.

They are just that, Angels.

Now, what if these so called angels have an appearance.

A "hugis" if so say so,

Are we still going to be loyal to them and are they gonna be faithful to us?

Herewith are some four choices: 

Brad Preitt - Itsura pa lang ibibigay ko na katawan ko sa kanya. He is the guy. He is the angel who I want to protect me. Kaso when he visited Anthony Hoopkens sa office niya, something is a remiss in that scene.

Angel Looksin - She is the one. Kaso malamang ako magbantay sa kanya. Eh kung mapunta siya sa iba. No no, I won't have her angel-ing anyone except me. Sabiin muna selfish ako pero Berto tandaan mo Angel Looksin ito, hindi ito ibang Anghel dre...

Angel na hugis Ahas - Somehow this doesn't makes sense. It's a remote possibility but distinctly plausible. Di naman lahat ng ahas masama kaso ahas pa rin sila kaya mukhang malabo pagkatiwalaan.

And Finally...

Angel na hugis mo - I mean ikaw mismo ang kamukha. Aber, would you trust yourself kung ang angel mo eh kamukha mo at nagbibigay sayu ng advice kung anu pwide mo gawin. Siguro sa una you would try it, maybe for a fun lang ba, pero I doubt if you will push it further down the line na pagkatiwalaan mo kamukha mo na magpapayo sayu. Let us put it this way, kung ikaw nga sa sarili mo me doubt ka kung anu ka sa mundo un pa kayang walang kasarian ang magpapayo sau at pagkakatiwalaan mo.

Buti na lang wala sila kamukha. Wala din kase silang kaparis.

change kase the conversation

I am lucky today.
Bakit?
I almost win the lottery.
Ha?
Yeah, you heard me right, I almost win...
Then it's not luck kase "almost" lang.
But you have to start at somewhere.

I got angry at you today.
Bakit?
I almost believe you win the lottery.
Ha?
Yeah, you heard me right, I almost believe.
Then it's not angry kase "almost" lang.
But you have to start from somewhere.

"ewan ko sayu!"
"Hmmmp. ewan ko rin sayu!!!"

That's the last time Batman and Robin talked to each other.
They never fight together again.
Tuwang tuwa si Joker. 

winter of discontent

How do you know if winter is for you... 
If Spring is crazy,
The Summer is deadly
and that kind of Autumn is lonely.


Author (J): Good morning

Berto (B): Morning

Terens Maaaaaalik(TM): Gud am

J: how come it took you two years to make another film?

B: me? are you talking to me?

TM: its not about the length of time i tried to produce or make the film, its about why i can't make a film on time.

J: is it creative block or just plain nothingness?

TM: there are things out of your hand like "time".

B: I can make a chicken look like a pig because of time

J: but you wasted "time" because you expected it to come to you...

B: chicken when feed for 30 days can be butchered and sold for 169 php a kilo in the prevailing market condition

TM: Time has no limit; Time has a capacity to circumvent necessity

J: but Time has no liberty; it might be infinite at first glance when passed along but it can never be return back. 

TM: you are right. i'm gonna sleep now and waste some more time

B: hey, wanna buy my chicken?

Lovers

I saw them coming.
They were walking towards me.
I of all alone in the dawn of the evening was crossing the bridge hurrying up and wanting to remove the numbness inside me.
I immediately stop. My eyes perplexed on them now.
Here they are; two lovers showing affection on each other.
The woman glowing with delight; her smile shimmering endlessly.
Her man fixing his eyes in her, not letting go of her, caressing her left cheek and slowly putting it close near him.
Two individual whose certainly unmindful of people around them; 
Holding each other hands; showcasing their desires for each other so that the world may know.
As I began to walk again, coming towards the center of the bridge, I cannot help myself to wonder how love can fuse two different background and share a bond so eternal so unbreakable.
I am so glad I saw them. I am so thankful I become a believer of love.
As they near me, I plan to say how am grateful to them for their infectious showpiece.
They are moving near me and myself getting ready for the moment.
Moving close in front I begin to be ready.
I have to say what I have to say and do what I have to do.
Tinulak ko sila pahulog sa bridge. wisss... kabilahan.
haharang kase, kitam nagmamadali ako,sakit na kaya tiyan ko...

Berto: aaahhh...the mysteries of love!

Desisyon mo, boto ko.

Pulubi ka. Wala kang pera. Wala kang pangkain;
Masakit ang tiyan mo dail sa gutom
Sa ganyang kalagayan mo, anu pipiliin mo?

Congratulation

I like to congratulate myself for giving me the desire to once again write in this blog.
The past few months were terrible to say the least:
Things are now in the past; everything is settled and the train is moving again, albeit slowly....
I can wait. I can surely wait now that i've been out of the rough.
If your gonna ask me if it's hell in there, naaaaahhhh...
Its heaven but ain't a bliss.