1. I don’t eat hard-boiled eggs, eggplant and any kind of sea shells. I used to puke when I’m being served with scrambled eggs but when I went to College (I had no mom to cook for me at our apartment), I reconsidered. But the hard-boiled eggs…. never!
2. Back in elementary, I was alleged to have raped a classmate because her backside bled after we played at the see-saw. My classmate didn’t tell me first but later that night, her mother came at our house and talked to my mom about it. Then I explained that it was just because of the see-saw and not because I had lustful intentions to her daughter (she’s not even pretty!).
3. Our family-friend met an accident because we invited him for a race. When my brother was still in High School, we’d sneak out the motorcycle at night and drive at the countryside. Then we’ll meet our friend and we’ll dare him for a race. One night, he went out-of-control as he was about to take a sharp turn (we were on the lead of course) and slammed hard into the rocks. We told our parents that it was because of a stray dog.
4. I am alektorophobic. Yeah, that’s the fear of chickens. You may also add the birds.
5. My friends and everyone who knows me personally that I’m a bookworm. But would you believe that I’m a slow-reader? Yeah, It’d take me about 2 weeks to finish a 400-page book. But except the Harry Potter books, I guess. After I got my reserved copy of the Deathly Hallows back in July 2007, I finished reading it, 22 hours later. So maybe, it involves interest because I read Twilight for more than a week.
6. When I was 4, the family decided to sleep on the nipa hut at the back of our house. For safety purposes, my dad hid a gun under his pillow. The next day, my Dad went out and I found the gun buried under the pillow. I took it and pointed it at my sleeping mother and brother. My mom screamed when she woke up saw me with the gun.
7. My grandpa tried to give me a ride on his carabao when I was a kid. But it went berserk and I fell off. What’s worse is that I fell on the poo. Yuck!
8. I am afraid of turning on the LPG tank. I don’t know, I just feel it could blow up anytime.
9. My mom and probably everyone in the family call me Bebe or Bebe Allen because I am the youngest son. To my embarrassment, my friends heard of it and they called my Bebe too. Our former nanny however, would pronounce it as Bibi.
10. When I was in High School, I almost poisoned my mom. Every afternoon, she’d jog with her amiga from the school where she teaches. One time, I was making my project using a water color at the dining table when she arrived, very exhausted. She drank the water at the table. unfortunately, the glass she drank at was what I used to dip my brush and mix colors. Good thing the water color was non-toxic.
So there it is, which one is a lie?
To continue on with the craze, let me tag the following bloggers and expect them to do the same:
Dong Ho of Eskapo 2.0(which I think would automatically tag Lawstude. So I tag both of you).
Jill of Jill’s Unspoken Soliloquy
Naomee (a very charming young blogger)
Pusang Kalye
Ate Chyng
and my cousin Mary Anne
P.S. Thanks to my bro for editing that photo. I love it.
I was supposed to go to the CCP Complex to take some nice pics for my blog last Sunday when my friend backed out and left me with nothing to do at home. At around 3PM, my classmate sent me a text message asking me if I could come with him to watch a play at Megamall.
So because I had nothing else to do, I said yes. We met at around 4PM near the university gates and took the FX to Megamall. I thought, hey, this could be more worth blogging than the CCP Complex photos.
Before we could get to Megamall, my classmate and I alighted at the corner of Opal Road in Ortigas as we were supposed to meet up a friend.
Eventually, we ended up at this two-storey building with a big sign bearing, UNO Corporation.
I stopped. I realized. I was fooled.
“Sh*t Mak! Why are we here??!!” I said.
“Why don’t you just give it a try?” he said in a very convincing way.
“No! How many times have I told you, I don’t need it! My mom wouldn’t like it if she knows I’m working! Besides, this isn’t a job!”
“You won’t lose anything if you listen to our seminar Allen, maybe this could help you,” Marck explained.
My classmate Marck joined this commercial networking job and had been pestering me for more than two weeks about joining this god forsaken corporation.
This commercial networking corporation “sells” products that I don’t even know where it came from and at the same time, recruits members to widen the scope of the business. Newcomers are required to pay Php7,300.00 for the product kit they are going to sell. After they are welcomed and are embraced into the group, they are expected to recruit new members that are also expected to pay for the product kit. Their recruiters then gets a percentage of the payment. If the network grows bigger and bigger, and the downlines pay these fees, these recruiting members then earn bigger and bigger.
Not far from that pyramiding scam, eh?
But they say they’re legal. So I won’t argue with that.
After that boring seminar (where the speaker makes my ears bleed because of his grammar), I hastily went out of the building. But as I was about to make my exit, Marck introduced me to some very conceited members and told me that they’re earning this and that and this and that. Demmit!
“See, when I joined UNO, I was able to buy myself a phone!” said the woman confidently.
“Before I entered, I didn’t have the money to pay for the kit but I sold my Nokia 6610i phone and after 3 weeks, I was able to buy one again,” she added.
I listened and listened to that never-ending speech until I was able to give my say.
“So that’s it. With UNO, you can buy almost everything you want even the best phones like mine. What’s your phone model anyway?”
“I don’t have a phone…” I said.
“See? You don’t even have a phone. If you join UNO you—-”
“I have a Pocket PC, miss. I don’t need a phone.” I irritatingly said.
Then I left while Marck was still calling at me. I didn’t look back at the bastard.
They say they’re business is legal but the way they recruit people is rather IRRITATING! I talked to another recruit at the seminar and he told me that his friend lured him there too. AND ANOTHER ONE TOLD ME THAT I SHOULD SELL WHATEVER I HAVE JUST TO PAY FOR THE KIT!
YOU BASTARDS! YOU’RE FOOLING PEOPLE! YOU’RE TEACHING THEM TO DO BAD THINGS JUST TO GET TO THAT RIDICULOUS BUSINESS OF YOURS!
YOU LIARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The next time someone fools me into coming to this god forsaken seminar, I’d be more than happy to kill him!
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Well I do, and I think some of us do too.
Back in High School, I was scanning the large globe at the library when my classmate joined me in and pointed places at the globe. Since I love geography so much, we engaged into a conversation.
“I’m curious. Why can’t I find Germany in this globe?” he said while pointing at the Middle East.
Then I wondered.
“Of course you can’t find Germany, you jerk. You’re looking at the Middle East,” I explained.
He looked at me puzzled.
“What? You don’t know where Germany is?” I asked.
He looked embarrassed by my question so I asked again. Then he explained that when he was in elementary, as he was reading a map and trying to find Germany (he said his sister was in Germany that’s why he’s looking for it), his older cousin whose father was in Saudi Arabia butted in and told him that Germany is beside Saudi Arabia.
So being the stupid boy that he once was, he looked for Germany in the Middle East. And years after years of the map’s existence in his life, he still can’t find it.
Well, until that day when I told him that he’s in for a rude awakening.
So he told me that he really thought Germany was somewhere near Arabia and that his cousin was such a lame, stupid genius-wannabe and that all this time, he really thought that his cousin was true.
“Don’t worry, my grandpa once told me that thunder occurs because a gigantic cat is furious in the sky. So whenever I hear the thunder, I look out to the sky to see if there’s a paw,” I confessed as well.
And we all laughed at it.
See, what we tell our children (though I have none yet) when they’re still young may seem true until some rude know-it-all kid tells them they’re wrong.
If we want our children to be smarter, then tell them what’s real. I think it’s normal if they can’t understand everything yet, as long as you’ve laid out the essential information, I guess it would be easy for them to understand everything in their later education.
So if your child asks you why urine is yellow, don’t hesitate to tell them that the yellow color of urine is caused by the pigment urochrome as well as the degradation products of birilubin and urobilin.
Cool, eh?
“Hey, I know you’re going to tell the gang about the Germany thing, can you just keep it a secret? They might pick on me,” my classmate said.
“Don’t worry, you thought of Germany being in the Middle East and I thought that thunder occurs because of a pussycat. We’re quits.”
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As I enter the small store, this familiar woman greets me and I smile back. I pick up my favorite coffee and pay on the counter.
“Do you want to try this delicious choco mucho, sir?”
I shake my head and take my coffee. I’ll come back and say,
“Miss, can I ask for an extra tissue? Thanks”
And I leave.
I walk again along the busy Teresa street and try to ignore those delicious smell of arroz caldo, noodles and bread on the sidewalk. I don’t care, I have my coffee anyway.
The coffee is too hot, my tongue screams in pain. My eyes water a little.
I reach the end of the street and now I can see the colossal gates of the university. But there is yet another adventure to cross.
The train is coming and the street is barred. Stop. Look. Listen. The warning is clear, the train honks ever louder. Anybody who gets on his way will be squashed to death.
After a minute, the train passes and the people of busy Teresa continues their journey.
I pass by the three huge columns that they say is the symbol of the school. Three tall marble pylons standing stupidly and doesn’t even look admirable. I pass by the gate and the security guard stares at my chest. My ID, that is.
I walk along the Catwalk and my coffee is now cold. Now I can sip it to death. For about 5 minutes, I walk and walk some more until I reach the plaza.
The heat is now scorching and my sunburn I earned from my Valentines excursion is reminding me that I should avoid the sun.
Then I run. Not just because I need to get out of the sun’s rays but because I glanced at my watch and I realize, I’m 20 minutes late.
I run along the North Wing and I can’t get through the thick crowd, who I guess, are as tardy as me.
I reach the end and I proceed to the West Wing. I climb the stairs and the coffee spills. I look for the nearest trash can and toss it away. I reach the 4th floor, finally.
I run some more until my heart explodes in exhaustion. My room is at the other end of the wing. I have to run again.
Room w400…w402…w406….w408…w412…
I’m coming Professor!!!
w414…. I come in and the Professor stares at me. His wrinkles tighten as he sees me…
“What time is it?” he asks.
I glance at my watch. 9:30.
I look at him in desperation.
Sorry I’m late again.
He opens his mouth and say…
“GET OUT!”
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fcuk!
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