Strike 2: Pamana

Isang araw kumain si Ynez sa 711. Bumili siya ng asadong siopao na hot and spicy. Habang kumukain, napa tingin siya sa magazine stand ng tindahan. Binasa niya ang isang magazine dahil wala namang sign na nagsasabing bawal itong gawin, at feel na feel niya ang kanyang pagbabasa. Nilapitan si Ynez ng guard.

Guard : "Maam bawal po bumasa ng magazine."
Ynez : "Guard paano yan? Nabasa ko na po..."

Naguluhan ang guard at di na alam ang gagawin.

Strike 1

This is going to be my first ever blog in Cebuano. I actually wrote this on a notepad and accidentally bumped into it when I was looking for the license xml file for my JUDE Professional. The note was entitled "walalang_blog_it" and here are the contents of it.

"wala gyud ko nahimutang ganina ay .. kay gi walk through ko ni XXX about sa task then ga mention siya ug cloning something then iya dayon gipakita iyang cloning kunuhay ... before niya gi pakita ni ask ko ug unsa na siya deep cloing ? ni ingon siya uu tapos ni ingon siya nako na naa ba daw shallow ni ingon ko uu ... then mao to iya dayon gipakita iyang cloning ... iya dayon ko gi lecturan unsa ang iyang gibuhat sa cloning ... mao to na inis ko kay galibog ko sa iyang cloning ... wala ko nahimutang .... tapos akong gibuhat kay ako gi google about cloning of objects... waaahhhh sakto akong gi think/idea about sa cloning ... medyo wrong iyaha tapos iya man gud gi ingon sa ako na ingon ato-on daw pag solve .... mao to naglibog nako sa concepts sa cloning of object and stuff actually sa iyang approach .. basta naay laing pama agi na dili ko mo gamit sa iyahang cloning .... wahihiihi ! wala, na satisfy ko kay pag google nako akong idea sa cloning kay sakto ang kay XXX ang dili .... tapos ang prob kay iya man ipa code ug ingon ato ... wala koy ma hems mo code na lang ko sa iyang cloning tips .... mo quiet na lang ko padayon na lang ... "

The truth is na depress ko ani nga time kay dili ko ka gets ngano ipa ingon ato niya... basta na solve nako pero lain nga pama-agi.

Psssssst. Secreto ra ni nato.... wahahhahahahahaha ug gi blog ba!

The Predicament of Mr. Tongueslip

The face of the headless hunter was growing furious and blood thirsty. Lines in his acrid monstrous persona have been reflected even if the milieu was a bit dark; a looming place of vanished souls. The peeping Parrotflee keeps on repeating what Mr. Tongueslip has triggered while Madam Ironknee keeps misleading the hard facts. The headless hunter's eyes grew larger with angst; most etched from the forehead down to the cheeks then to his chin. A little aback from where he stood, he tried to free his deathly blow by showing his fangs. Mr. Tongueslip was feeling a little scared but gathered some strength for what he believed and dared continue his reasons believing to create change instead of animosity. The account which was felt more of an ordeal sparked some thirst of reasons.

The moment Mr. Tongueslip's harangue about his freedom finished, the headless hunter changed his aura from the very baleful to a calmer one. There was a deafening silence in between. White and dark clouds in the sky remained stationary though. Even the beaver's blinking eyes and rodent's tail were put unto a halt. That was a vacuuming silence indeed. The only movement noticeable was the chill of the west wind.

Mr. Tongueslip's thoughts were all running a chase from every corner. He was waiting if the headless hunter will stab him to death or set him free. Mr. Tongueslip never realized what he did up until the silence grew intense - not a moment to debate anything. At last, the headless hunter broke it. He then let Mr. Tongueslip go but with disappointment for he was no way of defying Mr. Tongueslip's rhetoric.

Mr. Tongueslip quickly unleashed himself and jumped out of the cliff in course of getting far away. He rejoined his friend's after that sprint. They went ahead. He asked Ladyheiths if what has happened in her way to the valley of lost souls. She told Mr. Tongueslip that she was attacked too by the headless hunter.

After some hours of talking we went to some cozy place to relax. Together with other friends we ate and had some talks about the day's happenings.

On the next day, Mr. Tongueslip prepared himself for labor. He took a good meal after his bath then headed off.

The work went all fine. Nothing hard or special about it though up until the headless hunter was again searching for Mr. Tongueslip and now also with Ladyheiths. The news sparked some commotion. Mr. Tongueslip and Ladyheiths were in a brink of despair as the headless hunter cast some poison in their souls. The now tamed faces of the two have changed into grave anguish. Unperturbed day has turned into a skirmish.

The others came for support and everybody were thinking as to why the band of deathly hollows decided that feat. The band of deathly hollows was then the subject of dismay, arrogance, injustice and total ignoramus. Their cursive hands and lips were so naked that it even out shone the sun. Mr. Parrotflee just took off and slept; the usual doing of a falsehood masterpiece while Madam Iroknee licked her elbows. The rocks were changed into acrimony. The indifference was felt. The retaliation from the band of deathly hollows was unexpected. It was understood as something from sheer mediocrity. The band of deathly hollows'charade was totally a tweaked and wicked effort to show superiority; it was with the likes of a chauvinist pig indeed!

Mr. Tongueslip met with the headless hunter and now became Mr. Tonguesclip. During that time all he could devised was asking the headless hunter to spare his and Ladyheiths's rebirth in the Newland. Fortunately, the headless hunter concurred.

The day's ended. The journey to Newland has a new course....

"claws"

Blaming the heads knowing within that tails can have heads of their own. Punching out words of wisdom - spreading and feeding with all your mouth the knowledge you felt will aid everyone you knew. Trying to rally against poverty - fighting for the rights of the impoverished with arguments well beyond the means you can afford while the poor has known then that what they have is only hope. You fought against corruption by divulging all the necessary and even delving the unnecessary information to bring whatever flavor of justice in a hasty manner hammered to those culpable. You fought for mother earth and felt it is necessary for your survival and everyone else’s not just yours. You shouted out and waved protection of freedom from all hazards and anything which poses danger to the very existence of all. How can we be so in chaos?

Jumping through the hills barefoot and shouting thy name. Hailing the waters of the river you bathe and quenched dried throats of men. Inching and dipping and mesmerizing the rainfall that is filling every packets of loam. Freedom from hatred and indifference from bigotry and blasphemy - the sole truth has managed to emerge from every dawn of thee. There is much to feel the blessings of earth and so much to know about around and about us were we spent so much for the love of learning. How can we be so lost?

Tribulations met are just like easy gems for you boasting and waving your flag that you came to a finish. You achieved so much and got praises from your craft. You gave speeches. Lectured the brilliant minds of the land and spitted out all your knowledge to entertain others and yourself. You spread your course to all the arts and letters and join societies and affiliations which will give you a seat and or throne. You became a voice to maybe thousands and even millions abound and telling stories that has made purpose and meaning to every listening confused ears and the ears of others who need justifications. You were able to put up institutions of vast specialization. How can we be so arrogant?

The faces of individuals lined up. You bought yourself a brand new cellular phone. You went to discos and from there drank some glass of liquor and raised thy hands to the roof and danced like a freed being. You went to malls and dined at anywhere you liked and filled your stomach with stock, purchased the most expensive shoes, got the nicest vitton, dressed designer's clothes and swiped all your cash. You went to movies two to three times a week and judged the characters based on their acting, outside package, the way they talked and walked and the way you felt necessary, may it be exaggerated or just a biased ruling which you felt just right. You went out of towns and be more than just lavish - feeding all the wants of your senses. You spent so much time having fun be it complex or naive. How can we be so wasteful?

You were so thankful of the sun greeting your every walk in the morning to till the land. You are so thankful of the stars with their lights in the night which will surely fascinate the eyes of thine. The tears in heaven that allows all species of living organisms from the towering canopy to the minutest creeping verdant lush drink from and all the creatures of the land that vanquished the hoarse dried-up skin. The music of the wind chasing here and beyond, that is so swift yet cool in its nature. The humming of birds that’s so delightful as accompanied by the swaying trees dancing like ballerinas praised by the clapping grasses in the vast meadow like surprised audience left in awe. How can we be so slipshod?