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Hey. Been a long time and that old person in that selfie photo I took five months ago now seems unfamiliar to me. Her eyes are now more weary though she doesn’t read graphic novels for months now and she doesn’t watch TV anymore. Her English grammar is getting poor and bad and hideous because people she speaks to everyday do not understand good grammar. To err becomes a habit, a bad habit and worse, a way of life. So I want to practice proper use of English speech again by blogging. Thanks.

This is how they talk. Beware.

Natives: Now I will learn you to bake cake.

Me: Okay. (WTH)

Natives: You know cooking?

Me: Yeah, I know a bit.

Natives: You like coffee or tea? Do coffee or tea.

Me: Thanks. (Whatever)

Other scenario.

Natives: After eat, you go now.

Me: (IKR)

Another one.

Natives: Mama go? (He meant did Mama go out?)

Me: Yeah, go. (I really meant is ‘Yeah, Mama went out’.)

There are much more cringe worthy. These are just the minimal mistakes. But we communicate well though I sometimes loathe myself after contemplating how shameful I sounded like. What a disgrace to all of my English teachers since kinder. I need to apologize for succumbing to normalcy. We shouldn’t always blend in or fit in a wrongful world.


A Cat Story

Once upon a time, my four-year old niece brought home a wandering male kitten from market. The kitten was unpleasant, bald and disgusting. After our dog Negi gave birth to her puppies, that ugly kitten tried to unite with those cute puppies like his lost siblings. Because perhaps of mother’s protective and nurturing nature Negi adopted the kitten and breastfed him. From then on, that kitten believed that he was a puppy but couldn’t bark. He didn’t learn to ‘meow’ because he really deluded himself that he was a son of a dog. He grew a little and still very filthy unlike real hygienic cats who lick their fur all the time to look neat. We had a bigger cat then, his name was Pussy given to us by a pal. One time we brought the untidy kitten upstairs where Pussy usually stayed and the grimy kitten got scared of the new environment and abruptly rushed downstairs to his usual dwelling. But one day we were amazed by what we saw, Pussy and the unsanitary kitten were together. Pussy was licking kitten’s grubby fur and the kitten finally contemplated his true identity. To be a genuine feline he must loathe smelly dogs, befriend his similar race and frequently should cleanse himself by licking deliberately and thoroughly and Pussy taught him those.

We called the kitten Little Pussy because he and Pussy were so alike but when Little Pussy eventually grew up some more he got bigger and fatter. He loved to ingest everything seemed edible especially junk foods. We started to call him Marshy from the word marshmallow because his tummy was as soft as a marshmallow. Marshy forgot his feigned mother Negi and his fake siblings. He lived with Pussy who regard him as a little brother. We loved to see them together, dozing off, licking each other’s physique, eating in the same plate and playing.

Marshy and Pussy
Kuyas  boy
Dhea’s edit.
Have mercy on us. We’re hungry.

Until Pussy hasn’t arrived home. Marshy lost his appetite and got thinner as time went by. He perhaps already realized that his big brother would never come back. He is now the only cat left with us. To get over he oversleeps. Cats feel sad too. I believe. I believe that they have hearts that also can be broken. Cats know how to love because I feel his affection for us and also long to be loved by someone that understands them. Cats understand friendship.

Sleep tight, buddy.
Chazel and sleeping Marshy
Please let me sleeeeep.
All I need is sleeeep.
Hmn. I feel sleepy.
Find the cat.
Stretching while sleeping, why not?
Don’t mess with Mr. Marshy.
I just tried it on.

With breed or without, cats are awesome and only cat lovers will understand that.

My Very First Recording, nyahahaha

Hullo. As a singer wannabe I finally did my very first recording. Nyahahaha. To tell you the truth, I recorded it inside of my chamber and was very terrified to make my voice more audible for our neighbors to hear so I sounded like a cockroach reciting a rhyme. Nyahahaha. Who cares, yummy bears. This is how my voice sounds like in the tune of Underneath Your Clothes by Shakira.

Candid, Semi Candid Photos Taken at San Luis, Aurora

If we’re pals on my genuine Facebook account you can notice my pictures I took at San Luis, province of Aurora but those were chosen and they are a lot more photos I forced myself not to upload because I couldn’t bear looking at my lousy face and I wanted my ugliness to be kept a secret. But hey. Yeah. I would be posting them here because there is a very little tendency that this blog will be intruded by my crush. 😛 Seriously, I wanna put them on a blog to save some memory space and I can’t delete them because they are memories, I can’t take another photo in that same place again and they are important to me at some particular point. I like my blog to serve as an open box of my very own relics. That if my memory is deteriorating, my skin is wrinkling, my vision is blurring, as time swiftly flies, I can still  remember my awful younger face way back by just scrolling my old notorious blog. You see, this can be a cyber time machine. Lets begin.

Trying to look like a monster effortlessly

At Caunayan Falls, L. Pimentel, San Luis, Aurora, Philippines.

I was about to say ‘don’t take a photo yet I’m not ready.’
‘This place is cool, nice, yeah and cool,’

On our way home.

Rawr. We’re going home. Tired and all.

That’s all, thanks for intruding. See you around. 😉