Of a story-telling time.

mood: sentimental

I made a story. Wee!

There was this old man who lived in a shoe. He loves batteries so much that every time he buys one brand of battery only. Then one day, he went to the battery store and looked for his usual battery. To his dismay, he found out that the store is not selling any batteries of that kind of any more. In fact, the production of that battery ceased to exist from that day on. So, the vendor told him to buy a new brand of battery. The old man was hesitant at first but he had no choice (well he had choices but he just chose the one given to him by the vendor instead). At first, the old man didn’t like the battery. In fact, he hated it to its guts. But eventually he liked it or something in that sense. And the batteries and the shoe house and the old man lived happily ever after. That includes the ducks, the bees, the rhinoceros, the duck-billed platypus, and the now extinct dodo. And don’t forget the Yakult vendor, the Tukneneng vendor, and the Electrolux salesman.

So, what’s the moral of the story? Never attempt to make a story out of nowhere it makes this blog ridiculous.

Just finished reading Robert Ludlum’s Apocalypse Watch (the same author of the Bourne series). It was a long but nice Nazi book.

In addition, here’s an excerpt of a typical Trinidad family dinner:

We were eating and everything about Gateway Cubao came up. Eventually it led to the topic of movies at Gateway.
Papa: “Minsan nanood ako dyan ng sine sa Gateway…”
Me: Butting in “May 300 pesos na sine dyan.”
Papa: “Hindi, mas mura dyan. 120 pesos…”
Me: “Maniwala kayo sa kin may 300 pesos na sine dyan. Alam nyo kung bakit? May unlimited popcorn at drinks na kasama yun.”
Papa: “E sa 120 lang yung napanood ko noon e. Pinanood ko pa nga yung farmer.”
Me: “Farmer? Anong farmer? Siguro ang theme song nung movie yung ‘Magtanim ay di biro’.”
Mama: “Mali. English yung movie. Dapat planting rice…”
Me: “Pwede din yung butter-butterfly…”
Papa: “Yung movie kasi nangyari sa may Uganda (or Rwanda I can’t remember exactly).”
Me: “Baka yan yung Hotel Rwanda…”
Papa: “…”
Me: “Alam ko na!!!! The Constant Gardener!!!!!”
Mama and me laughed…

Everybody needs to be loved sometime (or forever, whatever you like).