Sotted Idiotic Drivers and Chicken Thieves

It was past midnight.

The neighborhood was silent. A few houses here and there had their lights on.
One household, in particular, was still up. Four boys had just unloaded boxes of coolers off a tricycle in front of the house. They left two on the street while they carry the rest inside the lit household. Halfway down the driveway, they heard two motorcycles approaching in full speed.

Suddenly, the motorcycles appeared several yards away. The two drivers were obviously racing. Like a scene from an action movie, one motorcycle went up in the air. Obviously, the driver did not anticipate the bump on the road and he lost control. He held on to his motorcycle and it landed on the street, skidded, crashed the water coolers (which also flew up the air - chickens and all) and the driver ended up in a huge tree in front of the lit house.

He was in a bad mess.

He laid there until help came along. He was in such bad state that it was hard to look at him. He had a crack on his head. He had one eyeball out of its socket.

All this happened yesterday evening. Paige and I were coloring books when we heard the crash. It was also our coolers - and we almost got in trouble for it. Fortunately, the police saw the skid marks and so they couldn't put the blame on the boy's alleged negligence for leaving the coolers on the side of the street.

Several chickens were lost. They flew up the air with the coolers. It was one of those things that I would have loved to capture in film. Dead chickens flying - who would have thought? We recovered a massacred few, but we saw some people carrying fresh and roasted chickens. We just shrugged it off and blamed it on the police who asked us not to recover the chickens. We were afraid to get them, fearing that we'd be charged with "obstruction of justice". Cleaning up the scene of the crime, you know. :)

We just hope the blasted chicken-thieves would like the roasted chickens so bad that they would buy from our stalls from now on.

The moral of the story?
Don't leave coolers with chickens on the side of the street.

Just kidding!

Don't drink and drive of course. :)
Yes, apparently, the drivers were sotted. Idiots.
UPDATE: They said he is in a 50-50 state. I hope he pulls through.

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Bastos Ka! Bastos!

Earlier, Erbe was complaining, "Ba, hilingan na ini si nene o, habo na naman magbulos!"

Suddenly, Paige shouted at her papa, "Bastos ka!"

Surprised, Erbe asked, "Tano?"

"Bastos ka!"
"Bastos!"
"Bastos!"

That caught my attention. But like Erbe, I had no idea what offended her sensibilities. Erbe answered, "Bastos ka dian! Tano?"

Paige, who was waiting for me to give her a bath and sitting on the bed butt naked (as usual!), said, "i-ling mo pipi ko!"

Erbe's face screwed up in disgust while I started laughing hysterically.

I decided to finally give her a bath, and so I stood up and picked her up.

While going out of the room, she still kept shouting at her papa, "Bastos ka! Bastos! Bad ka! I-ling mo pipi ko! Bastos!"

Erbe, who was highly offended, shocked and disgusted, shouted back, "Bastos saimo!"

The whole thing ended with my laughter trailing off.

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Visiting Cabusao

On top of being so darn busy, I also lost my blogging muse, so I am sorry if my blog fails to amuse.

I do not know if this has happened to you but somebody actually emailed me and complained to me that my blog is a bit tad boring these days. Yes, the person actually used the word "boring". I was asked to -- and I quote --, "spice it up!" It was unexpected, so instead of being offended, I was highly amused. In fact, it made my day. It was flattering in a twisted way. :)

I still giggle every time I'd remember the complain.

Anyway, I still have nothing interesting to say.

Yesterday though, I went with Erbe and Mammy to Cabusao to bring my uncle home. He was getting mightily irritated being stuck here. It was the first time I went back to my "real" hometown after six years of not visiting. After I saw the place and have inhaled the farm-sea-carabao-dung permeated air, a repetitive thought struck me - "Darn, this place looks so small!"

Indeed, everything was small. I used to spend my summers there. I would ride the bike, run on the farm and climb the trees. The whole place looked so big then. The farms were boundless. The trees were giants. To me, the place was our very own neverland where we never really had to grow up!

I don't know what changed in me that I started to see the place differently. Is it the fact that I grew up? Is it the fact that I have seen more? Is it the fact that the world has become scarier and bigger? Whatever the reason was, my view of the place is certainly different. But what didn't change, however, was this feeling of "coming home". It was still there. It still made me want to cry.

Anyway, I visited the places that we used to go to when we were small. They have disappointingly changed as well.

The "breakwater" -- as we used to call it -- where my cousins, sister and I would spend hours just listening to the sea thunders whenever it struck the cemented walls is gone. Oh, there is still that itty bitty part protruding, but there are no waters lapping on the walls.

The "grotto" with steep stairs that we would climb while panting heavily, just so we would be able to see the remarkable view at the top has disappointed me tremendously. There are no majestic views of the seas and the mountains. Just trees and more trees blocking the remarkable view beyond.

Yes, little sis, our "barce" has definitely changed. It's not Neverland anymore. It's definitely time to grow up. :(

So, what was Erbe's reaction to the place? Well, he kept going on and on about how "deserted" the roads are. He definitely wouldn't give me an inch, always pointing out that Lagonoy has buses and big streets.

Here's a video of our visit:






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