Countdown 5, 4, 3, 2, 1,..........

Wooooh ho ho hooooh........
Home sweet home, I'm coming.......

I want to try to sleep........
Hey, I better not........
More coffee.......

Or I better double check my things......
Better a tired passenger than be left behind......
.........

Countdown, 6...... She's hot

I've got sexy companion, and she will sleep with me from tonight....

Countdown, 7…… I’ll drink my coffee….

“Seven more days to go, and the prospect of being with my family for the summer can cause wide grin across my face, maybe as wide as Barney’s. One year plus is literally short for those OFP in the mid-East, UK, and US. But my homesickness is a mixture of personal emotions well kept inside uhm , yeah my chest. Let us not delve into dramatic sentiment that can prick out easy teardrops. Anyway, I’ll carry on, let’s give the bitter coffee powder for the death of some dearest ones during the time I can’t be with them. I put the creamer on the thought of seeing my admirable father, sweet supportive sisters and the rest of them. I can remember those never ending chats and bondings that can really scoop out those treasured ups and downs of family past and continuing struggles. Can you imagine the sugar-sweet excitement of reuniting with wife and kids after three very very long weeks? Ah!, you’ll be a crazy blogger I bet. Now let’s pour the boiling water of the hot summer that can replay back all the sweet memories of the place where you grew up (well, I’m still short, with spherical torso, and a healthy brotherhood of balls on my crotch). Yeah, I want to stir all these, but I tell you, it’s quite a strong coffee powder, with strong creamer, boiling water and its very sweet. I will cool it down with tiny breath, slowly to avoid burns in my mouth, will drink it and be done with it.”, the Green Man narrated.

“Hey, Green Man, did you know that some farmers say that caffeine can make you awake and strong?”, “Yeah, I know, himas pwede rin…”, “Uy, ano ka ba?”.

When You Need Them.....

I’m going to attend some kind of software presentation today. It’s 8am, rain already drizzling when I left home but sure I can take it until I can get a taxi. It will start by 9am and I want to be there before 8:30am because they’ll have some sort of limited prize for the early birds. Some “wi-fi” thing(s) that I may not need but I’m just interested, quite sure it’s because of that. Fifteen minutes passed by and still no taxi, wow, I know these things do happen. If I don’t need them, they’ll pass by slowly with the driver smiling at me. Okey, forget the “wi-fi” thing I can still be there with ample time to drink coffee, but I’m getting wet (ei, don’t get the wrong thing) so I moved to bus stop shelter to try my luck, they don’t normally stop at bus stop. Hah! Here my taxi is coming with uncle smiling at me.

(this dialog is not relevant, don’t read)
Uncle: “Where to?”,
Me: “Uhm, Raffles City. Convention Center.”,
Uncle: “Suntec City…”
Me: “No, Raffles City, RAF-FOLS City.”
Uncle: “You say Convention Center eh.”
Me: “Forget that, take me to RAF-FOLS City.”
Uncle: “I know, I know, the shopping mall right?”
Me: “Ah.”

Few seconds and I wanted to mumble “Yes!”, but the driver is already cursing about the traffic jam when we enter CTExpressway. I’m not sure if he regrets that he took me, and with that, now I don’t know whether I still have any rights to be upset about all these, HEAVY TRAFFIC. So now what? Hmnn, think, think, as if with brain,... okey, I decided to compose something about this, maybe a small poem about traffic jam. Got few lines already in my mind so I reached for my bag only to find out I don’t have a pen. “Aiyah, got memo pad no use lah.” Okey, just composed and try to remember later. Ting-tong ting-tong, I can feel my lips moving, trying to follow my composition….. ha ha. I’m sure its very elementary poem, but I want to write it anyway, who cares. Now its already 9:10am, and finally I’m here. At the Convention Center, “Sir?”, “Yeah, IBM presentation?”, “Yes, can I have your business card?”, “Aiyu! I don’t have it now.”, “Oh, its okey, you need fill up this form then get your visitor’s ID.” How can?, I’ve just removed some business cards (which been sitting inside my bag for almost a year) from my bag the previous weekend. Aidya!!.

Push forward, the speaker is asking for anybody who has a good joke, he’s re-booting his PC after a lot of tweaking and trying, ha ha, his application don’t want to run properly when he intended to do a demo, he’s quite sure its working, I believed him of course. Ei, I almost volunteered, I have an old joke, about a carpenter who loves to sharpen his pencil. And he has a toddler who loves to break it. Then one time while doing something, he needs to use his pencil, he confronted his son where did he put it, he’s sure he saw the boy trying to insert the pencil in one of the toolbox, which the boy profusely denied. Keeping his cool, he ignore the sweat trickling down his forehead, one by one checking his toolbox. Still can’t find it he empty all the toolboxes that he may need the rest of the day to properly put it back, all because of and still don’t have any pencil. Huh! This boy must learn something, where’s my belt? Got his belt ready to find and whack the boy, face hot and red. He wiped-off sweat in his forehead, and you know what, he touched the pencil, comfortably sitting on his right ear. Ha ha ha ha ha. I won’t need them to laugh, I can enjoy this myself so I didn’t volunteer, ha ha ha.

Reality bites. I’m still homesick eh. Where are my girlfriends, I need you all now! (Ulk! Baby, “joke joke joke joke lang h’wag kang magagalit, ito ay di totoo h’wag kang maiinis, TFC viewers, all together now, joke joke joke joke lang……” repeat 10 times… any dance will do….)

Homesick, home.....

Reached home around 9pm, I don’t feel like cooking anything, and I don’t want instant noodles for tonight. After chatting with my babies over the phone, I’m feeling homesick again. Our room seems very big, this comfort is quite discomforting and the silence is quite deafening. Tired of radio and TV, no appetite to read and I’m feeling hungry…. so I changed to my casual short and shirt, grabbed my bike and go….

i hit the road without destination
crossed the streets without direction

every junction I must decide
if green is on then I’ll just glide

round and round carelessly I go
my minds at home, pitiful, I know

…ei ei, aik, skreeeetccch…..
whoah, I almost hit this pretty dog walking with her pretty master. The chain is too long for her to control.

“…um sorry”, I mumbled then continue cycling…. Oh dawg….
Hmn, I remember the Green Man story about dogs, old story I know you all knew it folks. Those small puppies with their cuts and scratches complaining to the mother dog… "hey Mom, we’ve got into trouble with this Uncle dog, and he don’t care that we’re just helpless puppies and we got same spotty color, he could be our father.", "Mom, when can we meet our father??". Mom Dog shyly replied, “So sorry puppies, the time he shook the earth, I didn’t bothered to look, when I caught my breath, he’s already looking the other way until my master splashed that damn cold water…”, “Oh and its quite a few of them…”

“Yeah, you’re hungry.”, said the Green man.

Rain, rain, go away.....

Aysus ahoy!! I thought I’m going to cycle this whole morning, tried to wake up early only to see the rain heavily pouring outside. Anak ng baka..#@$%^…, no no, I’m not complaining. I’m just a bit surprised I don’t have any plan B for this morning. I slept last night thinking I’ll be cycling next day for four hours around my area, I’ve planned to stop by at this kopitiam selling my favorite kaya toast, small coffee and their yummy soft boiled eggs(always come in two). Now I need to decide what to eat, 10:30am,…. Don’t have much choices, I only got instant noodles, I can cook rice, eggs, dried fish, got softdrinks, fruit salad, yam, some leftover fruits, coffee,… oh yeah got some beer too. I summon the Green Man’s help for this…. whoa, he’s quite quick for the idea. He insisted I eat instant noodles, then say it’s up to me if I want to replace coffee with beer, arrgh. He said, with noodles I will use chopsticks with my right hand, so I can have my left hand free for other things… “you can play the piano right?”, “uhm, the other one I can, quite well”, I said. “Ahh, that’s what I mean, or you can scratch your neck if you feel itchy, you can play bass drum, or play grab my neck,…. Or ball twisting, oh yeah, now your problem is kaya toast, ha ha ha”. “Oh brudder, ….i said ‘boiled’ eggs!”. Rain please stop.....

Introduction

Folks! Meet my friend, The Green Man. He is suffering from his uncommon skin discoloration. As explained to him, activities inside his brain surpassed his capacity to transform its logic to any good consequences. These affect his brains proper flow of signals that hindered the appropriate execution of expected actions. Simply, those clogs of signals between his imagination and realities stagnate and generated impulses that in an unknown way, made his skin color green. Doctor said it’s a kind of reversible abnormality that changes one’s skin color. To some degree, depending on his mood it can also change to other colors though to naked eyes is always tinted with green.


Buy hey, please don’t draw any unpleasant emotions toward him. He’s not a freak, or mutant or something. He’s still a human, and through casual observation, I know he still shows qualities of very normal being. He also laughs to any kind of jokes as long as it has good timing, yeah he enjoys corny jokes too. He shed tears if you slice onions near his eyes, will punch your face if you touch his balls without permission. Short-tempered when hungry although he’s good in managing it (no, not the hunger), always smile even when his pocket don’t have enough things for a coffee (ha ha it’s not normal I know). Sssshhh! I saw these words when I browsed his cell phone’s sent items: “rili hor?”, “misd u leh!, 2 mor wiks…”, “yah lor, at hm juz nw…”, “kant mk it 4 d bhon, go ahed lah”. You see, I know these are not normal English but I know despite the green thing, he’s a normal guy, hor..?? And one more thing, ei, this is a secret, he told me he likes Kris Aquino. (Ha ha ha, bakya! este, manyak!)


Not enough said. And I quite knew this Green guy quite well since young, and maybe if I can have at least 15 minutes everyday, I will try to share his awareness on things, his non-sense aimless thoughts, daily highlights to keep the sense of closeness with his folks, his crafts, or anything that he will allow me to. Above all, I hope that through this I can reverse his skin discoloration.

**He misses his two young(s) and one big baby.