The Story Teller

Archive for February, 2011

I was strolling along the mall during my lunch break when I met three enormous ladies. They look like a trio of giant pears rolling their way through the mall. And their sizes scared me silly. No, I was not afraid that they were going to hurt me, rather, I was scared that I was looking at my future body.

Being overweight for several years now, I am thinking that it wouldn’t be long and I would look exactly like them. Call me paranoid but you see, I am even afraid to look at a tape measure these days, much more use it to get my measurement.

It seems as if my belly fat would scream at my face if I even try to put the tape measure around my waist.  Now, I’m being paranoid..

Well, honestly, I’m not a cheesy person and I can’t remember anything cheesy that I did this year, last year or even the year before that.

But, looking back when I was younger and more idealistic and more romantic and a lot of more and more… I remember writing poems for special people. Of course, one of those was my husband.

Writing a poem is actually common, but writing a poem out of each letter of the person’s name, well.. that is cheesy. And yes, I did it. I gave it to my husband (boyfriend at the time) and he kept it in his wallet until we got married. Unfortunately, the wallet was lost (he was not sure whether it fell from his pocket or it was picked from his pocket by a shameless thief) and so was the poem. And since I’m no longer into poem writing and name cutting age, well, I just couldn’t replace the lost poem, lol!

An entry for

“Where there’s hope, there’s life. It fills us with fresh courage and makes us strong again.”

Anne Frank was one of the Jewish victims of Nazi persecution during the second world war. She was born in 1929 in Germany, but her family moved to the Netherlands when she was four to avoid the anti-Jewish Party led by Adolf Hitler. In 1940, however, the Netherlands was occupied by Germany so in 1942, Anne Frank together with her family and four others went into hiding.

For 2 years, they lived in the annex room of the building that housed his father’s business.  And during those times, she kept a diary where she wrote about her daily life in hiding. In 1944, Anne’s group was betrayed, the annex was raided and they were arrested, deported and sent to concentration camps where Anne and her sister Margot died of typhus. Of the group, only her father, Otto Frank, survived.

Her diary, however, survived as well. It was kept by Miep Gies, the family helper who gave it to Otto Frank. In 1947, The Diary of A Young Girl was published in Dutch. Today, the diary is translated into 67 languages and is one of the most widely read book in the world.

In a small barrio in the North, there are three boys namely Tino, Edong and Pilo. Just like the other boys in the barrio, they go to the public school. But unlike the other boys, they are a mischievous bunch who simply can’t keep still. They always go fooling around the barrio, making fun of their neighbors and other practical jokes that may not seriously harm other people but enough to irritate anybody they decided to make fun with.

The most annoying thing that they normally do is to come late for class in the morning with unkempt hair, smelly shirts and soiled feet. They have the habit of playing around somewhere before finally going to school which makes their kind teacher, Ms. Morales, annoyed. What is more annoying is that when asked what they were up to, they always come up with stories of doing good deeds to someone or something. They are just very good liars that they always sound as if they are telling the truth and that you have no way of proving otherwise. This makes Ms. Morales very frustrated.

This morning, as they were going to school late again, they were debating about what alibi to give to their teacher who they know,  was already waiting and looking for loopholes in their story. They finally agreed on giving a lame carabao for an alibi.

Ms. Morales was waiting for them when they arrived and patiently listened while they told her about how they helped a lame carabao that hurt one of its legs. Ms. Morales simply nodded her head then finally asked them to sit in each corner of the classroom and gave each of them a piece of blank paper. When they were comfortably seated, Ms. Morales told them to write on the piece of paper about the carabao they helped and which of the carabao’s four legs was hurt.

The teacher smiled at the three boys. She knew she had them this time. There is no way they could identify the hurt leg because she knew there is no carabao..

Moral lesson: You can’t fool anybody ALL the time…

The most courageous thing I did for love was actually to let myself fall in love again and eventually got married.

I was 19 when I fell hopelessly in love with someone. Unfortunately it did not work out between us.  My boyfriend and I fell apart and I was left with a broken heart and a baby girl, my eldest child.

After 5 years of dating anybody who came along (hehe..) I met this one special guy who made me feel just as special as he was. And I knew that I was ready to share my life with someone not just at that time but for the rest of my life..

An entry for

‘If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you.’

-A. A. Milne
Winnie the Pooh.

I think I would never learn how to drive. I have this irrational fear of vehicles, especially speeding vehicles. So, I have this habit of closing my eyes when I am riding, as if doing so would stop any possible collision that may occur.

I can’t help hating those over speeding cars and rv’s. Why don’t they drive slowly? Are they in too much hurry? Do they even have rv insurance? Well, they might as well should. If they have the guts to drive like that, then they must be responsible enough to get insurance.

Driving is fun, getting hurt is another story, but hurting someone else is yet another. But then, again, damaging a beautiful rv, that is.. well, just be careful..

‘Be nice to people on your way up because you’ll need them on your way down.’

-Wilson Mizner

Four months to go and my husband will be home. This waiting is agony. I may have gotten used to his being away but you see, being a handy man, he was the one who takes care of the house when it comes to technical and mechanical matters. He fixes the faucets and pipes, he repairs the electrical appliances, he even tiled the second floor bathroom. Now that he is away, our house seems to be falling apart. There are two leaking faucets, the dryer is not spinning, the tv and the dvd players are not working properly, two electric fans are not working at all, and we even need new upholstery fabric.

It is not that I am totally useless, it is just that he did these things better than I. Oh, I really wish he were here..

‘That’s the trouble, a sex symbol becomes a thing. But if I’m going to be a symbol of something, I’d rather have it sex than some other things we’ve got symbols of.’

-Marilyn Monroe

She was born Norma Jeane Mortenson (but baptized Norma Jeane Baker) in Los Angeles, CA on June 1, 1926. A beautiful blond who stood 5 feet and 5 and a half inches tall with lovely blue eyes and vital statistics of 37-23-36.

She had been popularly known as MARILYN MONROE, an actress, a singer and a model. She had been dead since August 5, 1962 but was still named Number One Sex Star of the 20th Century by Playboy Magazine in 1999.

She died with her phone still clutched in her hand. Her death was counted as a (possible) suicide through overdose of barbiturates. But it was also speculated that she simply lost track of the number of sleeping pills that she swallowed making her death accidental. But her alleged relationship with Robert and John Kennedy added a veil of mystery in her death.

This, however, did not diminish the fame of the People Magazine’s choice of ‘Sexiest Woman of the Century’ in 1999.