A lady is on the line talking to the DJ. The host of the radio show is named 'Papa Dan'. He is supposed to be a match maker for callers calling to his show. The lady's name is Christine and she says that she looks like Kristine Hermosa, the local actress. Christine's voice is so beautiful that the DJ keeps on receiving text messages from listeners. They say that any male caller on the other line will be so lucky to get her number. I noticed that the DJ enjoys talking to her. It is as if there is no male caller on the other line. Well, I can't blame Papa Dan, the way she speaks will make any boy fall in love with her (voice).
I was awakened by voices. That's odd, I am the only one who sleeps in this room. Then, I suddenly remembered that my brother came home last night so he is also on the same bedroom as mine. But I wondered, whose is the other voice? I looked at my shoulder and saw my mother talking to my brother. I asked her why is she on our bedroom. She said that she dropped by to talk to my brother while she was doing the laundry on the washing machine. Actually, we have two washing machines, one is located adjacent to my room and the other is on the ground floor or better yet, the underground floor.
I have four aunts, Marciana, Rebecca, Adelaida, and Esther. When Aunt Rebecca flew back from Florida, USA, she remodeled the part of the second floor of our house so that she can have her own house here in the Philippines. Although she requested a separate electric meter for her house, the water piping is still connected to the main meter of the house. Aunt Rebecca's house is complete with the basic rooms of a regular house, a living room/dining room/kitchen, a bedroom, a comfort room, a shower room, and a balcony. In it were appliances necessary for her daily life, including the washing machine I mentioned above. Before she went back to America, she entrusted her house to my family. Now, my brother and I are the caretakers of her house.
I think my younger sister has gone to school. There is no movement in the kitchen or in the living room. I ate breakfast with my brother and we talked about the things he do and the things other people do. After eating, I tried to clean our house (but I failed). Then, as I was arranging the furnitures, I suddenly remembered that my school bag needs cleaning, too. You see, I am a (slightly) disciplined person. I never throw any of my trash (candy wrappers, etc.) on the road or on the streets. I do whatever it takes to find a garbage bin and put the trash in there. But if I can't find any, I'll just open my bag and put the trash in there. The thing is, I always forget remove the trash on my bag when I get home. But this time, I remembered (yipee!). I grabbed my bag and took out all the things inside, including photocopies of lectures, past quizzes, 2 pocket books of novels written by John Grisham, book on Laws, Contracts, Specifications, and Ethics written by my professor, a ballpoint pen, a portable umbrella, a folding fan, my wallet, my coin purse, my school ID, some candy wrappers, loose coins, and my brother's... oopss!! Where is my brother's 2GB flash disk?!?
Today, I officially make my own blog page at http://www.blogger.com. I customized it and transferred my blogs/notes from http://www.facebook.com/ to this site. That's all. ^_^
I searched every possible place to find the missing flash disk. I opened every drawer, I checked every room.. wait a minute.. I haven't checked my younger sister's bedroom. I opened there door and what the heck?!? I thought she has gone to school, but there she is, attending to her hair and still wearing her sleeping gown. Well, at least I can save the time searching her room. I asked her if she happened to see the missing flash disk and she said she placed it inside the box of a wrist watch. At last! The case of the missing 2GB flash disk is officially closed.. but my guitar capo is still missing, which is, by the way, given as a gift by my female friend. I hope she will understand.. T_T
My brother came home from the gathering of organists and choir leaders of our church. After the gathering, he bought lunch for us from our family's favorite restaurant, Ligaya's. He bought grilled pork chop, (very unique and delicious) soup, and lumpiang sariwa.
Lumpia are pastries of Chinese origin similar to spring rolls popular in Indonesia and the Philippines. The term lumpia derives from lunpia (traditional Chinese: 潤餅; pinyin: rùnbǐng; Pe̍h-ōe-jī: jūn-piáⁿ, lūn-piáⁿ) in the Hokkien language. The recipe, both fried and fresh versions, was brought by the Chinese immigrants from the Fujian province of China to Southeast Asia and became popular where they settled in Indonesia and the Philippines.
Lumpiang Sariwa, or fresh spring rolls in English, consist of minced ubod (heart of palm), flaked chicken, crushed peanuts, and turnips as an extender in a double wrapping of lettuce leaf and a yellowish egg crepe. The accompanying sauce is made from chicken or pork stock, a starch mixture, and fresh garlic. This variety is not fried and is usually around 2 inches in diameter and 6 inches in length. Definitions from http://en.wikipedia.org
I wrote my blog all afternoon, trying to squeeze everything in my (unused) brain. I stopped blogging, checked my facebook, then watched TV. At 9:00 PM, I watched the movie 'Sherlock Holmes'. The movie is good and the actors, Robert Downey Jr. and Rachel McAdams, are both my favorites. The movie was finished at around 11:00 PM. I unplugged all appliances, except the refrigerator, turned off all the lights, climbed the stairs to the second floor, and went to bed. Only a minute after I closed my eyes, I heard a very odd sound coming from the shower room. It sounded like someone is typing a text message on a cellphone, with the keypad tones on the maximum volume. The pressing of the keypad is so fast that I doubt it is my brother's doing. I dared to open my eyes, and in my great shock, I saw.......
Choose your ending:
a) my mother (again?!?)
b) my guitar capo (yipee!!)
c) a ghost using my cellphone (Hello?..Hell-NO!..)
d) nothing. I turned off the lights, remember??
To be continued...
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