Friday, November 30, 2012

river duckies


This is the Los Amigos River. the day after i got home this was the very first thing i did. go for a swim in the river. the kid here is my nephew, in this trip, we headed first to the cliff which is actually a treasure pit and we spent over an hour jumping off of it. then the river finally for a swinging swim. this is the river that taught me how to swim by the way, some years back, so, feels like homecoming too...

vermin abortion

books. see, am really not so much into it now like i did before. i have three original books to my possession, the pulitz angela's ashes, tony keidis' biography scar tissue, and an original abnkkbsnplako. these are first prints and i bought it when the philippines still doesn't know anything about its release. aside from these three, the rest are as important cos its got nice covers. so it came to pass...
termites. and my father was wondering why i had to burn it separately and had to vigil till it goes down to ashes. i call it decent burial. in nomini patri, et filii, and the holy toast. some things are just not easy to let go off. parting is such an oxymoron. sigh, sigh.

chunks

Today i chopped wood. It wasn't easy but this isn't my first time so... It started Monday when the folks hired people to trim down the overly extending branches of the fruit trees and when i got to the farm the trimmings were all over the ground so i decided to do some chopping for firewood. On my way to the farm i chanced upon Edgar on his way home past mid noon. I asked if there was no work to do, said they're sent home cos it's drizzling but that they'll be back to take care of the loam. As we were leaving the three boys were all smiles after work for gathering about two sacks of lose grains from the threshing late last week. It's nice to see them all smiles for getting a bonus. Seriously am still in limbo about staying but, i don't know. I just love it the things that makes me smile here. I got a mail from Filimon when i got home about some beach essentials business he was propsing to me and Ros. Let's see, here...

the folk shop


i was out with the folks last sunday. it's funny these two. my mother woke me up said i should get ready cos we're going downtown. i asked why all of a sudden. said, when she got off the jeep from the market next town she saw my father who was about to leave town for some hanging out, so she dragged him home telling him that we'd rather hit the city to eat out for lunch. we had lunch at this chinese restaurant after we had our grocery. so they saw this knife they really life but it doesn't have a tag. my mother was surprised when she was about to pay and found out that that butcher knife cost around P700. so i went on with my usual job of convincing them that it's fine, that they don't really buy one everytime, and that it's sharp and of good quality anyway and all that. so it all boiled down to giving me an orientation of the special privileges of their mighty senior citizen card once again. swell!

waker bong


one of the first things i did, well, was invited to, was to go wakeboarding. there's this village not far from the farm and where they have this only wakeboarding place in the city. it's pretty cool though you really have to grip the hardest which was kinda exhausting. i did a couple of rounds and after, bong here and i, with keith had lunch and headed home.

Natural Medici


so i got back home about three weeks ago, and i don't know if my i don't know but in those twenty or so days that i've been here more than half of the time i was just chasin after my own body temperature suffering from clogged nose and coughing the whole freakin time, was attacked by some poisonous little moth in the confines of my room causing me to swell and my eyes, i tuned chinese there for a bit, gott i don't know if am still welcome here. now am having a hard time swallowing due to tonsilities. oh, but that's okay. am having a constant supply of citrons here and it tastes really nice, so...