TIG BALIGYAG ORANGE At the terminal bound for home, there was this vendor who stood out from the rest. His ware were oranges, the small kind - poncan. He did not belt out to passengers nor insisted they buy from him. He talked to them. He was not in a rush unlike the others who crowded after a just-arrived bus. His temperament was cool as he asked the person nearest the door of our van where he was headed and if he wanted some of his oranges. "Singkwenta ra boss", showing him plump oranges stacked neatly in a mesh container. The guy he was talking to refused and said he didn't like oranges. "Di man para sa imo, sa mga bata ba." Guy who hated oranges reconsidered what Orange guy said. Orange guy saw that this man hesitated and said, "Kung dili tam-is, i-uli lang. Abrihan nato ron bi. Way bayad kung aslom." The woman at the back of the van cut in and chided, "Bayaran namo kung di aslom?!" Orange guy: "Syempre, gikaon na ni...
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JUNE 2016 Annie @ 23 I met you 7 years ago at the University Dorm. You brought a keyboard with you which you play most nights inside the confines of your room. Though we were not roomies then, I know this because music is often heard coming from your room. Rm 32-A, correct? One time, as I passed your room, I heard you play. You left the door partially open. You had your keyboard out, your back was to the door. Since then I’ve always been fascinated at the timid girl who could play Yiruma pieces with ease. Before our freshmen year was up, I found myself sharing a dorm room with you. This time, you brought a guitar. To my surprise, you could play the guitar and sing at the same time! There were nights when your singing would lull me to sleep. I was determined to have you perform at bars, because such talent should be exposed. And so, I first walked into a bar in 2009 with you. I offered to carry your guitar case so you won’t back out. We didn’t audition that night at Zigudu t...
SALOMON SHOES - xmas 2016 Plot twist of the Year: My mom bought my dad salomon shoes months back when they were on sale. She usually xmas shops months before December. Mother of dragons: "Te, palit kog duha para couple shoes mi ni daddy nimo. Charge sa nato sa card nimo ha? Bayaran lang taka." Being the obliging child that I am, I agreed to paying for 2 salomon shoes which were way outside my budget. Mother of dragons: "Sukata daw bi kung gwapo ba. I-lakaw lakaw daw". (Pareho man mig shoe size) Me (not paying attention): "Okay man." So last night, when we were unwrapping xmas gifts, guess what I got? Merry Salomon Xmas, everybody!!!
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Hello, Betsy! Happy Birthday! You're 22! How does it feel to be 22? When you read this again, you will be a day older - or a few hours older assuming that you'd still be scanning the news feed here. Because you are always so forgetful and stubborn, it'd be good to leave you reminders before you start living your 22nd year of existence. Let us start:You cannot control everything. You may plan something to the very last detail but the outcome may not always be what you would expect. Chill, leave space for errors and welcome modifications to the original plan. Take life as it comes, you overly-controlling hag. Do not, I repeat, DO NOT OVERWORK yourself or you may burn out. You always feel that you can squeeze in more work in between life. Guess what? YOU CAN'T. Be kind to your body as it can only be efficient if it gets enough sleep and calories. Next: I hope you cure your chronic over-thinking illness. It gets in the way of life. JUST STAAAPH. Let go a...
A Day in the Life of Jane
Fiery in Red. Emcee-ing with Jzev during Senior's Ball I am planning a wedding for somebody. All the white lace and the promise of fancy cakes and ball gowns is getting me excited. And then I remembered you. An image that will always be you. You texting and calling people, pressing for urgency on undone invitations and hunting down MIA's, frantic but steadfast that any wedding must be fairytale-like. Sans the eye bags and bad hair, you always pull through. And you do this so well, I admit, that you should be doing this! If I get married, would you fly back here and be my wedding planner? I do not know any other soul who will do the job as flawless and as sincere as you. It doesn't stop with weddings: debuts, rock concerts, corporate events, you name them, she'll be your girl. A fond memory of you was when you are holding the microphone, makeup kit in hand in the off chance of a photo shoot, cocktail dress at the ready, and a bottle of water to keep ev...
A Girl With a Story Must Write
Hi. I'm Betsy. Betsy Tee on facebook, look me up. So why did I start this blog? Hmmm, a friend told me to. And because I should have a repository of all the adventure stories I come up with; I have a lot of non-fic ones. Also, to gain fame and glory. Everyone wants fame and glory. LOL. My friend is right. "A girl with a story must write", so to steal a line from Peter Manseau's Songs for the Butcher's Daughter. Though the main character from that book was a boy, let's assume that the book was destined to fall into my hands for this very reason- so I would start a blog. Ayt. That being said, expect stories from here on out. But don't tell my mom, most of these she won't approve of. Cheers for beers. NOT SANTA'S WORKSHOP. Alegre Guitar Factory, Abuno, Lapu-Lapu City