Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Gising Ako Dahil Gutom Ako

Ilang gabi ko na itong pinagdadaanan. Minsan, hindi niya ako pinapatulog. Minsan, ginigising naman niya ako sa gitna ng aking pagkakatulog. Pasulpot-sulpot siya at pilit niyang ginigising ang diwa ko. Hindi niya alintana na may pasok ako sa opisina bukas. Wala siyang pakialam na mahalaga sa akin ang kumpletong tulog. Pinagpupuyatan ko siya ngayon kahit hindi naman kailangan.

At heto na naman ako. Badtrip talaga 'yun kapag bigla kang magigising sa gutom. O hindi ka makatulog sa gabi na alanganin ang oras dahil nagugutom ka (at ayaw mong bumangon).

Nakaka-inis lang kasi, 'di ba, imbes na natutulog ako, namumrublema ako dahil nagugutom ako. Mas nakakabadtrip 'yung gutom na nakakapag-pagising.

Minsan, talagang pinababayaan ko na lang siya. Pinipilit ko pa ring matulog. Ayoko na kasing bumangon. Nakakatamad. Makakatulugan ko rin ito. Babawi na lang ako sa almusal. Basta makuha ko lang ang tama kong posisyon sa pagtulog, magagapi ko ang gutom na ito na gumagambala sa akin.

Eh pa'no 'pag hinde?

Kapag napapa-bangon ako dahil sa gutom na 'to, wala akong choice. Kung sinipag-sipag, magluluto ako ng pancit canton. Titiyagain ko ang pagbili sa tindahan, pagluto, at paghugas ng pinggan. O kaya, lalakarin ko hanggang duon sa may kanto ng Chino Roses Avenue at Gil Puyat Avenue at kumain sa kahit ano'ng fastfood duon. Kung walang-wala na talaga, pasalamat na lang ako at may convenience store sa may katapat na condo.

Ikaw, ano'ng ginagawa mo kapag nagugutom ka sa alanganing oras ng gabi?

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LOL. (Monday Thru Friday)

Music: Johann Sebastian Bach - Minuet No. 3
Mood: Blank.
Quote: People often wish to be innocent again. But there is no such thing as innocence. Only ignorance. And the ignorant are not blissful; they're the butt of a joke they're not even aware of. (Neil Strauss)

Friday, September 16, 2011

Micro-Kwento #8: Pleasure Giver Extraordinaire

Notice: I think this is an "R-13"-rated blog post for having a sexual theme. Don't say I didn't warn you.

When he was sixteen, his teacher was fond of her for reasons he didn't know. She just seemed to be fascinated by him. This teacher looks quite young for her age, early 30s. There was this one instance when she deliberately gave him a failing mark, then told him to see her after classes. After the "meeting," they did it on her table.

When he was still studying in college, his best friend since childhood just broke up with his girlfriend of three years. This girl was quite reserved, which attracted him, because her being conservative is quite befitting of her somehow angelic beauty. He didn't want to take advantage when she was crying about the breakup. But, for some inevitable reasons, they got a room and did it. This went on for around two months.

He was working at an office and didn't care much about the people in it when he noticed this somewhat flirty girl. She was clearly showing signs that she wanted to be opened. At least, to a conversation. The ambiguity of her gestures got him to feel interested in her. Months went by and he just stole glances at her whenever she didn't look. Glances led them to her bedroom the day he left his job.

He was a tourist in this certain city in Europe when he met a local girl there. Her English vocabulary only consists of less than 10 words. They were fooling around one night at a beach and had sex there.

As soon as he met his girl cousin after a long time of not seeing each other, he remembered how much he was crushing on her. They used to role-play in which they were a couple. Now that years had passed by, he found her beauty more alluring, more stunning than ever, like a bud that blossomed into a flower. No matter how much he resisted, he just can't help but try his chances. After a couple of resistances, they finally did it. And they didn't regret it.

His best friend's ex-girlfriend who he had trysts with has a gal pal who was looking for a commitment. He can't give her (the friend) that. But he gave her night after night of orgasms and sexual situations she never had before in her whole active sex life.

One of her girl classmates from college found him on Facebook and added him as a friend. He can't seem to remember much about her. When they met at a coffee shop, she brought along her friend, a girl. After they all bored themselves out of serious conversations over the coffee table, they had a threesome over his former classmate's friend's bed.

He went alone to a club just to chill and have a drink. He got back home with a woman in his arm. This woman was 15 years older than him. After they spent the night together, the woman told him that he just gave her the most orgasmic, wildest sex ever. She wanted to come back frequently for more.

In a plane en-route to Europe where he had an encounter with that girl who only knew little English, he was exchanging pleasantries with a flight attendant. Days after he got back from the vacation, he dropped by at her house. She opened the door, and welcomed him with her bare breasts showing.

He's probably somewhere at this moment, talking to a girl who he really don't know that much. Or they are probably getting on with it as we speak.



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Mag-type ka sa keyboard, pero paa gagamitin mo. (Monday Through Friday)

Music: None.
Mood: Sleepless.

Monday, August 8, 2011

Micro-Kwento #7: Kwarto

Binuksan ko ang pintuan ng iyong kwarto. Pagkasindi ko ng ilaw, sumalubong sa akin ang kwarto mong sobrang ibang-iba na. Hindi na ito magulo. Naalala ko pa ang sinabi mo sa akin nu'ng una mo akong dinala dito. "'Wag kang magulat sa kwarto ng isang tunay na lalake. Dahil ang tunay na lalake, hindi nagliligpit ng pinaghigaan dahil may babaeng gagawa nu'n para sa kanya." Pero ngayon, ang lahat ng gamit ay maayos. Ang kama mo ay sobrang maayos, pati na ang mga unan nito. Ang computer desk at mesa mo ay maayos din. Pati ang gitara mo, nakalagay sa lalagyan nito. Parang hindi mo ito kwarto, parang hindi ito sa'yo. Kasi 'yung sa'yo, sobrang magulo. Nakakapanibago. Pumasok ako, at sinarado ko ang pinto. Humiga ako sa kama mo. Sa aking pagkakahiga, tumingin ako sa kisame. Maliwanag ang ilaw mo. Parang nakaka-antok. Inayos ko ang pagkakahiga ko at gumawi ako sa may kanan ko, paharap sa pinto. At hindi nagtagal, bumukas ito.

Pumasok ka at nakita mo ako. Ngumiti ka at sinarado mo ang pinto. Naupo ka sa upuan ng computer desk mo at humarap sa akin habang ipinatong mo ang iyong mga siko sa'yong mga tuhod.

"Kanina ka pa dito?" Unang tanong mo sa akin.

"Ah hindi, ngayun-ngayon lang."

Hindi ka na nagpaliguy-ligoy pa, at pinag-usapan natin ang dapat nating pag-usapan.

"I'm really sorry. Really sorry for what happened." Sinimulan mo.

"Bakit kasi kailangang mangyari 'yon. Ngayon, iiwan mo ako kung kelan okay na sa atin ang lahat. Kilala ka na ni mama at papa. Okay na tayo sa kanila. Sa dinami-dami ng tao, bakit ikaw pa?"

"Hindi ko rin alam e. Hindi ko rin naman ginusto ang nangyari. Pero nangyari na. At andito na tayo ngayon."

Mula sa pagkakahiga, naupo ako sa kama mo. "Walang dahilan para iwanan mo ako. Akala ko ba mahal mo ako?"

"Mahal kita. Sobra. Nami-miss na kita."

"Pero bakit?" Medyo maiiyak na ako. Pinagmasdan ko ang mukha mo, pilit naghahanap ng sagot.

Wala kang naisagot. Iniwas mo lang ang mga mata mo sa akin at tumingin sa bintana kahit sarado ito.

Limang minutong katahimikan. Sampung minuto.

"Kung alam lang din natin sana ang mangyayari..." Nagsalita ka ulit. Tapos nag-isip ng maidudugtong.

Wala na lang din akong nasabi. Pilit kong hinahanap sa sarili ko kung ano ang sasabihin ko. Pero wala akong nasabi. Kinain na ng lungkot ang lahat-lahat ng dapat kong sasabihin.

"Kailangan ko nang umalis." Tumayo ka. Inantay kong lumapit ka sa'kin, yakapin, halikan. Pero hindi, dahan-dahan ka lang nagpunta sa pinto. Binuksan mo ito, at lumingon ka sa akin.

"Mag-ingat ka lagi. Mahal kita. 'Wag ka nang masyadong malungkot. At least, nakapag-usap na tayo ngayon, kahit saglit lang."

At unti-unti ka nang nawala. Sa pagkakasara mo ng pinto, gusto kong sumigaw. Pero hindi ko magawa. Parang nawala ang boses ko. Parang nawala ako sa sarili. Sa isip ko, sumisigaw ako, pero hindi ko talaga magawang sumigaw. At bigla kong pinagsisihan ang mga bagay na hindi ko ginawa. Sana, tumayo ako. Sana nilapitan kita at nahawakan. Alam kong hindi na kita makikita ulit.

Two hours ago

Andaming tao ngayon. At ang iingay nila. Andito yata lahat ng mga relatives mo - nakilala ko na 'yung iba, 'yung iba, hindi pa. At lahat sila ay andito para sa'yo. Sa paligid ko, naririnig ko silang pinagkukwentuhan ka. Hindi ko masyadong maintindihan, pero alam kong ikaw ang pinag-uusapan nila. Maliwanag ang buong sala. At, para sa okasyong ito, buhay na buhay. Parang nahihilo na nga ako sa sobrang pagkabuhay ng sala niyo. At nakikita kita mula sa kinauupuan ko. Hindi ka maistorbo. Pero, kailangan kong lumapit sa'yo.

Nilapitan kita. Tiningnan kita. Pero hindi ako makatagal. At mula dito na nga'y pumasok ako sa kwarto mo, at nahiga sa kama mo, at nag-usap tayo, at iniwan mo ako. Ano nang gagawin ko, ngayong patay ka na?

Basahin ang iba ko pang mga kwento dito: Micro-Kwento



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Minsan, pareho kami ng tanong. (Failbook)

Music: None.
Mood: Hungry.

Friday, July 15, 2011

Magandang Lalake is Beautiful Man

Sa huling pagkaka-alam ko, isa akong ganap at tunay na lalake. Malaki ang tiyan, laging may extra rice, magandang lalake at makisig, hindi pahuhuli ng buhay, at tigasin kapag nalalamigan.

Ngunit bagama't nalalaman ko ang aking kakisigan at machismo, marami-rami pa rin kasing nagko-"compliment" sa aking mga "lady features." May mga bagay-bagay daw kasi sa akin na parang babae daw. Eh pucha, color scheme pa lang ng blog e.

Pinakamadalas diyan e, lagi daw nilang sinasabi na ang mga daliri ko ay parang mga daliri ng babae. Mahahaba daw kasi. Madalas 'yan. 'Yung mga naging girlfriend ko, 'yan ang isa sa mga pinakauna nilang sinasabi sa akin. Sa tuwing ipapakita ko sa mga kababaihan 'yung mga daliri ko, ewan ko ba kumbakit ang una agad nilang sinasabi, "Jake, pambabae naman 'tong mga daliri mo." Minsan nga naisip ko, magpa-manicure na rin kaya ako, tapos gagawin kong baby pink 'yung mga kuko ko. Lagyan ko na rin ng flowers, para idol.

May isa naman akong kaopisina na nagsabing mala-babae din daw ang mga paa ko. Teka, ano ba'ng meron sa mga paa ko? 'Yung isa ko namang kaopisina din, sabi niya, ang liit daw ng mga paa ko. Ano ba 'tong mga 'to, sadyang may mga fetish sa paa? 'Yung barkada kong kaopisina ko, malupit. Nu'ng nakita niya kasi na bagong pedicure ang mga kuko ko, "ano ba 'yang mga paa mo Jake, baklang bakla."

Hindi rin nakaligtas pati 'yung likuran ko, 'yung lower back ko. Hugis babae daw kasi. Alam mo 'yun, 'yung may pa-curve pa talaga at may shape talaga. Habang bumababa papunta sa sexy butt ko, may kurba talaga. Malalim. Kapag nakahiga ako nang padapa, mukha daw akong model ng likod. Hindi ko alam kung ma-o-offend ako.

Kunsabagay, mahilig ako sa pink. Gusto ko, lahat ng gamit ko pink. Pink na blog, pink na unan, pink na polo t-shirt, pink na DS Lite, pero wala pa akong pink na brief (wala naman yata kasing ganu'n.) 'Yung ID strap ko, pink na Hello Kitty. Sabi ng isa pang kaopisinang babae, "Ang ganda ng ID strap mo. Hello Kitty. Like, it's panalo!" Sinagot ko siya, "tough guys wear pink." Minsan, "pink" din 'yung pabango ko. 'Yung Bench Bratsplash na Strawberry.

Sabihin na lang natin na masyado akong in-touch sa aking "feminine side." Lahat naman daw yata ng mga kalalakihan ay may ganu'n.

I guess that makes me a ridiculously sexy man.

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Intiendes? (Monday Thru Friday)

Music: Traffic noises on the street.
Mood: Blank.
Quote: Once you go black, you can never go back.

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Indeception

Nanaginip ako.

Nanonood daw ako ng documentary tungkol sa "almost perfect crimes." Sa isang kaso, pinatay daw ng isang lalaki sa kanyang asawa, at tinulungan ang salarin ng mismong kanilang anak. Parang pinalo yata sa ulo habang nakagapos ang babae. Pagtapos, inilagay ito sa loob ng malaking drum, at pinunuan ang drum na ito ng semento. Nagpunta sila sa isang malalim na karagatan, at itinapon nila ang drum - ang nagsilbing kabaong ng biktima - dito.

Sa sobrang panghihilakbot ko sa pinapanood ko, bigla akong nagising. Nataranta. At tumingin sa aking cellphone para tingnan ang oras. At dito ako napasigaw. "Putangina n'yo! Ba't 'di n'yo ako ginising! Alam n'yong male-late na ako." Malapit nang sumapit ang ika-siyam ng umaga. Bumangon ako sa kama, sobrang nagmamadaling bumaba para maligo.

Sa sobrang panghihilakbot ko sa nangyari, akalain niyo ba namang... bigla akong nagising. Nagising na naman. Nataranta ulet. At tumingin ulet sa aking cellphone para tingnan ang oras. At dito ako napabugtong-hininga. Pasado alas-sais na ng gabi.

Sa pagkakataong 'yon, dito ko nasabi sa sarili ko na, oo, nasa totoong mundo na nga ako. Kasi, nighshift ako sa trabaho ko ngayon kaya imposibleng ma-late ako sa umaga. At dito ko na-realize na, sa panaginip ko, nananaginip daw ako.

Opo, parang... Inception lang.

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At dahil sa post na 'to. (Memebase)

Music: Johann Sebastian Bach - Minuet and Badinerie
Mood: Hungry. Very hungry.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

You Know What's Bullshit? #1: Elevators

You know what's bullshit? Elevators.

You've got a few minutes left before making it in time at the office which is at the 30-somethingth floor. Fast-forward, you're now so fucking pissed. You want to destroy that person across your workstation. You slam all of your fingers on the keyboard. Your eyebrows are furrowed, and everybody around you is keeping a one-kilometer distance away from you. This is because you're fricking late again, and a memo from your boss is in order. Why? Why did this happen? Oh yeah, the elevator did a sucker punch on your face again. What better way to get late than because of that effing lift?

Let's start with the people who use them. Why do they need to push both the Up and Down buttons? Do they think the evelators' gonna come running if the buttons are both lit up or are the elevators really that stupid (they are, but that's another story)? Have they forgotten that if they want to go up, they push Up, and if they want to go down, they push Down? Pushing both buttons would actually make things longer. Because if you want to go up and you push the Down button aside from Up, the elevator will go down first before going up! "Oh, there are two buttons here. They're no different. Let's push them both!" Why do they have to push the Down button if they're not gonna go down at all? Ass.

Some people really don't appreciate the value of time, do they? And if they happen to be the nearest the floor buttons, you'd wish you have a missile launcher and destroy them right there and then. I remember this incident when there were a couple of us inside the elevator, and there were these two guys near the floor buttons, chatting shit. The elevator opened, a couple of people stepped out. Guess what happened. One of the two guys just fucking stared at the Close button, just waiting for the damn doors to close. What the fuck. Doesn't he really have any initiative or is he just that lazy? If I automatically push the Close button after the people have stepped out, why can't he?

Oh this one's classic: the elevator closing before you can make it. Yeah, even if you shout at the top of your lungs and you're almost gonna jump in to make it inside, most people inside either just don't care or are just being a motherload of fuck, ignoring you and close the damn door in front of your face. How romantic.

Speaking of ass, elevators are definitely a big ass especially in big, old buildings. The building is big, with a shitload of floors and all, and there are only four elevators. And one of them is always under maintenance. Always. How could the building owners possibly make things worse for their tenants? Some elevators are slow in every aspect - they move up or down slowly, the doors open or close slowly. Other elevators meanwhile are like party girls with attention deficit disorder. I pushed 14th floor, and the elevator ignores it and opens up at 15th floor.

Now that, my friends, is bullshit.

PS: I am absolutely honest to tell you that it's a big coincidence that the blog post before this one is also about elevators. It's a coincidence. Believe me. Even if you lock me inside an elevator and dump a lot of cow shit, I'd still tell you that it's a coincidence. Really.

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And it looks quite corny, too. (Monday Through Friday)

Music: Johann Sebastian Bach - Air, from Orchestral Suite No. 3 in D
Mood: Stressed
Quote: Mabigat ang magiging kapalit niyan.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Of Recurring Dreams And Elevators

I've been having this series of recurring dreams lately. Though I don't remember any of these dreams for the most part, they center on a single structure: the elevator.

I remember that I was either finding my way out or just looking around at this big hospital. I was wandering from room to room, from department to department, and from floor to floor. I saw patients on hospital beds, doctors on the floor, and nurses all around. I think I found myself in one of these rooms where I was standing next to an unconscious patient on his bed. I suddenly ran away because I feared that I was next in line for getting pricked by a syringe of some sort. I also passed by the morgue, where I saw a row of dead people. Suddenly, something or someone chased me and I ran away as fast as I could. I rushed to the nearest elevator that I saw on the way and frantically tried to escape. I then found myself at the reception. I saw my ex-girlfriend there who is a nurse, talked for a bit, and went out of the building. By the entrance, I rode a cab.

I woke up.

I also had this dream where I was inside what seems to be an abandoned building that resembled the one where my current workplace is. There are no other people there but myself, and I was finding my way out. Along the way, I discovered lots and lots of shortcuts and loops. When I got into the elevator, I never got out again. It was just going up and down like it's never gonna stop.

I woke up.

The last dream that I seem to remember is about a girl and I trying to check in at a hotel. The first hotel we went to was fully-booked, so we went to the next one. It went on like that until we finally got us a hotel with a vacant room. The elevator this time was very spacious large, and it was speeding really, really fast.

I woke up.

And now I wonder, what's up with the buildings and the elevators? I've searched online and various results revolve around one thing: moving up means a progress going on, maybe in personal life, moods, career, whatever. Moving down means otherwise. And being stuck means the same in that regard. It basically means the direction of my life in all aspects. Each level may also represent different levels of consciousness.

Now about the hospital, the abandoned building, and the girl, those are stuff I don't think I'm interested to know.



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Naka-relate ka 'noh?! (Source: Failbooking)

Music: Song of the Wind (violin lesson)
Mood: Sleepy
Quote: "Nagbubumakla."

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Bits and Pieces #4: Stressed Out, Sickness, Violin Lessons, Out of Town

Kasasabi ko lang na susubukan kong mag-update ng blog ko nang madalas. Pero talagang hindi magagawa dahil bukod sa wala pa rin akong computer sa bahay hanggang ngayon, e higit sa kalahating bahagi ng buhay ko ngayon ay nakasubsob sa opisina. At dahil diyan, kukwentuhan ko na lang kayo ng isang napaka-boring na kwento tungkol sa kung ano na bang nangyayari sa'kin nitong mga nakaraan.

* Sobrang stressed at burned out na ako sa trabaho ko sa opisina. Kung minsan, naisip ko na lang na mag-resign, pero naisip ko rin, ano'ng susunod na mangyayari sa akin? Saan ako susunod na mag-a-apply? Mag-iisang taon na ako sa trabaho ko. Okay naman talaga ako dito, kaya lang kapag natatambakan na kami ng workloads at araw-araw na kaming nag-o-overtime, talagang nakaka-burn out at nakaka-stress. Pero, ganu'n talaga 'yun e. Ang pakiusap ko lang, sana magdagdag sila ng tao sa team namin para hindi laging ganito.

* Dahilan nga sa stress na ito kaya nagkasakit na naman ako. Pangalawang araw ko na itong absent sa office. Alam mo 'yung migraine na sa sobrang sakit e bigla ka na lang nasuka? Ganu'n ang nangyari sa akin. Medyo okay na ako ngayon. At pagbalik ko nito sa trabaho, Hello Stress ulet. Rinse, wash, repeat.

* Du'n na lang tayo sa maganda-gandang balita. Nabanggit ko sa inyo noon na mag-aaral ako ng violin. Nakapag-enroll na ako at ngayon e medyo nakakatugtog na ako. As a matter of fact, alam ko na'ng tugtugin 'yung "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star." Malamang, 'yun ang isa sa mga pinaka-una kong matututunan bilang beginner. Pero dahil sa violin lessons na ito kaya hindi ko pa rin nasisimulan ang aking 2011 Book Challenge.


Parang tunay lang, ah. Teka, tunay talaga 'yan.

* 'Pag natapos na ako sa lessons ko, isusunod ko na ang isa pang goal ko this year: magpunta sa Davao. Sasama ka ba, o sasama ka ba? Sana talaga matuloy na ito para masabi ko naman na nakapag-out of town ako on my own. At sa totoo lang, wala ako mayaya sa mga barkada ko ngayon dahil hindi nila trip 'yung mga ganitong lakad. Kung gusto mong sumama, mag-email lang. Apir.



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Ngayon, subukan mong man-trip ng kaopisina mo. (Source: Monday Through Friday)

Music: ESTi - Oblivion
Mood: Blank.
Quote: There is no place like 192.168.1.1.

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Micro-Kwento #6: Matigas Na Bagay

Mag-isa si Billy sa bahay. Hindi kasi siya sumama sa pamilya niya na magbakasyon sa probinsya. Kunsabagay, gusto munang mapag-isa ni Billy at ma-solo ang buong bahay. Wala siyang kakumpetensyang manood ng TV, hindi siya maiistorbo sa pagtulog dahil walang magpapatugtog ng radyo, at walang sisita sa kung anuman ang balak niyang gawin.

Nang makapagpahinga na siya matapos kumain ng tanghalian, naisipan niyang maligo. Umakyat siya sa itaas kung nasaan ang kanyang kwarto, hinubad ang damit, nagtapis ng twalya, at binitbit ang basket niya kung saan nakalagay ang kanyang mga ginagamit sa pagligo - sabon, shampoo, toothbrush, toothpaste, facial wash.

Bumaba naman siya at dumiretso na sa banyo. Tahimik ang buong bahay, kasi nga e mag-isa siya at hindi niya binuksan ang TV, radyo, o computer. Pagpasok sa banyo, umupo na siya sa trono para mag-number 2.

Itong si Billy ay ang tipo ng tao na sobrang maraming naiisip at nari-realize kapag nakaupo siya sa trono, tulad ng sumulat ng kwentong ito. Sa katunayan, naisip ng sumulat nito ang kwentong ito habang siya ay nakaupo rin sa inidoro. Siyempre hindi na kailangang malaman pa ng mga bumabasa nito.

Nasa kalagitnaan siya ng pagna-number 2 nang bigla may kumalabog sa itaas. Sa kwarto niya siguro 'yon. "Blag!" Inisip niya kung ano 'yon. Baka may hinangin lang at nahulog. Baka may natumba lang. Maya't-maya pa, sumunod ang isa pang kalabog, na sinundan ng ingay na parang may kinakaladkad sa may sahig. Ngunit hindi ito pinansin ni Billy. Hassle kasi kung hindi pa niya inilalabas ang lahat ng sama ng loob niya tapos biglang mauudlot.

Ngunit sa huling kalampag na sinundan pa ng kung anong ingay, dali-daling naghugas si Billy kahit na bitin. Nagtapis ng twalya, lumabas ng banyo, at umakyat sa taas. At nagulat na lang siya pagpasok sa kwarto ng kanyang mga magulang. Isang lalake - magnanakaw - ang sumisira sa isang drawer.

"Hoy! 'Tangina ka!" Naibulalas ito ni Billy na mabilis ang isipan at kumuha ng pinakamalapit na bagay na pwede niyang ipalo sa magnanakaw - walis tambo sa may pinto.

Nagulat ang magnanakaw, at hindi na ito nag-atubiling tumakbo tungo sa butas na kisame kung saan siya nakapasok. Pero nasa tungtungan na siya nang lalo siyang nagulat sa nakita niya.

Sinusugod kasi siya ni Billy, pero sa pagtakbo niya, sumabit ang twalya sa kung saanman. Natanggal ang pagkakatapis ng twalya at nahubad siya nang tuluyan. Nakita ng magnanakaw si chairman sa gitna ng dalawang baranggay tanod.

Sa loob ng three seconds, nag-alangan si Billy kung tatakpan ba niya ang kanyang tutut o susugurin pa rin ang walanghiyang magnanakaw.



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Now that is a sign. Lots of them (Failbook)

Music: Noise from internet cafe.
Mood: Demotivated.
Quote: "This fucking sucks! This sucking fucks!" (Angry Video Game Nerd)

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