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Connie and Walter

Connie captures in a few words what normal people say in strings of plenty syllables, exactly opposite of what Walter habitually does.

Sometimes, he forgets simple names of tools for fixing:

“Could you please pass me the tool for driving screws?” requested Walter.

“Say “screwdriver”, dear,” replied Connie.

At other times, his mom’s lessons on delectable dishes escape his memory.

“Connie, I’m trying to make a classic Italian pasta dish with alternate layers of pasta, cheese, and tomato sauce. Would you help me out?” asked Walter.

“You mean lasagna?” Connie confirmed.

There are instances where Walter’s misnomery gets this miserable.

“We need a pliable plastic with protruding air-filled bubbles to cushion these breakable items as we pack them. Would you know where we could buy them?”

“Name them first. Bubble wrap, right?” Connie aided.

Note: Misnomery is an invented word.

Scammer Alert!

Five missed calls from five of my relatives. Oh, I didn’t want to hear them grumble so I didn’t call back. My, when I got home, I came to know they were “emergency calls”.

This guy calls himself “George Smith”. He is close to his fifties, widower, with a ten-year old son. To further feed any woman’s fantasies- he’s an engineer, rich and looking for a serious lifetime partner. He fervently calls my aunt. He showers her with flattery at chat sessions..she hardly leaves her seat. Then came the climax. Deception was clear when this rich American asked my aunt to send 700$ before 12nn today (Dec. 20).

It seems laughable when it doesn’t happen to someone close to you. I never thought this silly, simple sham would appeal to my clever aunt. (But who’s really safe when it comes to heart matters?) If not for my relatives who strongly criticized my aunt, this fraud George would have conned her out of all her savings for the Christmas break.

I’m sure she feels sad upon coming to her senses. I feel a bit of guilt for not responding to the calls, but what’s done is done. If anyone ever asked you for money, it is a scam. Why doesn’t that sink to someone so trustful?  If we can’t be wise enough alone, let us always have allies who would tap our shoulders (or slap our faces-depends on the closeness level), when we are obviously, absolutely, being foolish.

P.S. Don’t believe all pictures you see.

P.P.S. Ask for live-chat.

P.P.P.S. Ask for money first. Haha.. Offense is the best defense.

Dama De Noche

Once there was a wanderer named Froilan who passed by a lofty, damp, and dusty tower where Frociela had lived for a very long time.  Froilan was first captivated by her straight, silky,black hair as ‘his’ was stubbornly curly and dry.

Frociela knew Froilan wouldn’t be held long just by the beauty of her hair. She then crafted some fancy, flattering poems to keep him entertained- perhaps persuade him to linger a little longer. Froilan did as the lonely lady expected. Her heart swelled with delight. What magic could words do to her!

Since she found out the fondness for words of this charming traveler, Frociela got up daily ready with lively, enticing lyrics to shower her dear friend, Froilan, with fervent hopes his face brightens at her every attempt. (But alas!) What does a damsel in a dungeon know of the colorful world out there? What would inspire her banal brain and trite tongue? Her ignorance of the surroundings, who can stand?

Froilan knew all these from the start. He read great unfamiliarity through her eyes – though he barely knew how long he could bear with it. Frociela is a soul thrown out and secluded in the midst of the wild, it’d be gentlemanly to keep her company -even for some time. So he kept com‌ing at sunrise to hear Frociela’s chants, be glad to shower her compliments to see glitter in her eyes.

Yet one night seemed eerie long, and daybreak was such a painful sluggard. Froilan couldn’t calm himself to sleep. Perturbed, thus unable to slumber, he took a walk hoping weariness would seize him. His feet stepped and strode unknowingly towards the tall, dim-lit shelter of Frociela. What a great surprise~ Frociela was down the tower gathering night-blooming flowers.

As Frociela turned around, she smilingly uttered: “Their sweetness hides in the dark.”


Leave ‘Em Out!

Why say more than you ought? Learn to leave out some words that belabor expression.

  • First of all I shall give you a lesson in Vocabulary, and last of all in Composition. Omit “of all” as it is unnecessary.
  • I sought him throughout the whole country. Leave out “whole” because it’s already implied in “throughout”.
  • He rose up and left the room. Ditch “up” as it is absurd to say “rise down.”
  • Iron sinks down in water. Leave out “down”.
  • He combined together these facts. Omit “together” as it’s implied in “combined”.
  • We could not forbear from doing it. Leave out “from”, or you may replace it with, “refrain from”.
  • I can do it equally as well as he. Using “equally” is superfluous. Leave it out.
  • Nobody else but him, should be, Nobody but him.
  • Before I do that, I must first be paid. Leave out “first”. Say, “Before I do that, I must be paid.”
  • My brother called on me, and we both took a walk. Leave out “both”, it is unnecessary.

I hope you find them helpful. I’ll keep updating this list.

Remember, sometimes “less is more”. :)

Happy Holidays

It’s officially a holiday here today! Yehey!

Since freedom without purpose is boring, I thought of listing some fun things I could do for the long weekend. Wanna have a peek?

1. Grab and wrap some ‘pasalubong’ for my family. I can imagine my sisters’ (and bro) smiles anticipating yummy chocolate bars! Nay and Tay will have their share, of course.

2. Get the juiciest extracts from the e-books I acquired. I’m currently working on vocabulary and accent portions of the site- but haven’t published any new articles yet. I should. I would.

3. Chase for the grass… not drugs.haha.. I’d probably take a walk at the park anytime from now.

4. Get hooked into Word hunting and keeping- I bet it’s a worthy habit to cultivate. Target: 500 new words (it’s good to start small:)) at the end of the month. Criterion: words must be very useful.

5. Dust off my classic books..haha.. I seriously want to start reading Dubliners (James Joyce) and The Winner Stands Alone (Paulo Cuehlo) again. Aim: improve my writing style.

6. Review Ken for his upcoming exams. I might need to think of new ways to demotivate him from playing ninja games with me..and be more focused on academics. hehehe..

7. De-plug online. No elaborations needed.

The list stops here. These low intensity activities suit me for now. What about you?


Do you seem like losing track?

Going back to where you’re from,

Digging pain and stain of past,

Either hurt, sick or aghast.

Bury yesterday I say!

Shake it off, oh, Shut it off,

Listen, listen,volume up,

Turn it up till ears turn deaf.

Face the troubles of today,

Never let vexations stay,

Neither let mistrust to reign,

Keep those eyes so wide awake.

Feel the sun with your bare skin,

Burn those dead lies and pretense,

Overwhelm your fears with hope,

Echo cheers, aim for great feats.

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