Bradster’s Blog Vault

Nowadays, I only sit on my fave chair at the garden. This way, it keeps me from getting bored or something. It have been like this almost everyday, and I like it. The part of this that I dont like is the any moment, some weird scratching disturbs my peace. Then slowly, a pink paw will appear on top of the wall followed by another one. Then I see Treavor’s face as he slowly climbs up over the wall. That’s the reason why the wall was built in the first place. I even tried to put barbed wires on it, but my twin sis doesnt approve of it anyway, "It looks sooooo dreadful with that thing on top!" she brags. That annoying lil’ brat has nothing to do, so instead of watching TV, he goes at my house and annoys me. One thing I can say about Treavor is that he’s good at hide and seek. He easily finds me hiding behind tress, under bushes and even above the roof. "Will you cut it out and come here?" He often says that line to me. I always try to tempt him eating ice cream with my twin sister at the kitchen, but as usual, that futile attemp fails. "Gee, dude… Whatcha doing?" That’s the first thing he always asks. As for me, I’d tell him that I’m busy doin’ something. Obviously, he looks around to see what I’ve been busy with only to find a folding bed and a sun tan. With a smirk, he then tells me, "That’s your work?" Well, ten year olds dont know the true meaning of work. And I cant blame him for being young or for trying to hang out with me. He’s the only kid near our house, and I’m the… Well, not so old adult and a child-orriented kind of guy. His dad even approves Treavor hanging out with me, says I’m a good influence to the kid. One day, on one of Treavor’s over-the-wall-visits, he asked me what was it like when I was a kid, like in his age. Well, for one thing, when I was his age, toys shown on TV werent that popular. I told him that I used to play dirt. I used to buid castles, fortresses, and bunkers out of dirt, then use sticks as lil’ stick people to destroy my own dirt buildings and massacre my own stick army. It was the good old days as I remember. Dirt was really nice, it didnt cost anything and didnt need batteries either. You just pick it up from the ground and play with it. I sometimes use dirt as hand granades and throw it on my friends faces when we’re at war. Those hard stone-like dirt explodes like snarpnels when it hits something harder. I even used gogles and a bowl as a helmet for my armor and protection. As I tell Treavor my good old days, I can see that he’s truly interested with the stuff I say to him.

I.
There he goes up and down
Hot_Streak’s come to town
Came from America
Lost in Philppines.

II.
Wanted by Police
Battered his Filipino niece
Made a fake VISA
Just to get back to America.

Churos:
Hey! (Hey!) Look (look!)
Out in the streets,
Dont you see that man is Evil
Hot_Streak! (2x)

III.
There he drives hit and run
Picking pockets in a town
Wherever he goes
No one ever knows.

Bridge:
Look straight in his eyes
You’re in a big surprise
You thought you’re in a date
Next thing, you are raped.

(Repeat Churos)

Coda:
He’s so evil… He’s evil Hot_Streak!
(3X)

    The following are the characteristics of a Pinoy:

1. You greet your elders by touching their hands with your forehead. And they greet you with smelling kisses.

2. You call your parents’ friends Tita or Tito, Auntie or Uncle, Mommy or Daddy.

3. Your cousins’ nicknames consists of repeated sylables like: Love-Love, Jay-Jay, Ann-Ann, or even Ley-Ley, that’s one of my nicknames…

4. You eat with your hands.

5. You say ballpen instead of ball point pen.

6. You like imported stuff.

7. You point with your lips.

8. You use the terms po and opo to your elders.

       If you have those characteristics, consider yourself a Pinoy!

                         Local Teen Ran Wild

                By: Madisson Cortez; Travelling Buzz school paper

       Valentine’s Day, suppose to be an enjoying affair for sweet lovers, when an unexpected event occurs. 18 year old teen, Brad Turner ran naked on the streets of Washington D.C. By-standers thought that that kid is looney or addicted to drugs, but police reports indicates that the cause of his rampage is countless consumption of chocolate dumplings with a strong dose of wine in it. Police says that those said chocolates came from a local restaurant that launched an all you can eat chocolate buffet during Valentine’s Day. The manager of that restaurant refused to give a statement about this happenings, but the chef gave its words;  "It was a famous recipe from my Grandma back in Slovakia. But I didnt know that those chocolates could triger such strong wildness to non-drinkers." says chef Robert Cargone, "I swear, I would not put a strong dose of wine in my chocolates again!"

       The police had a hard time catching this mascular teen for everytime someone stops him, he nudge them aside. A shocked by- stander gave his words, "He took my sweets, and pushed me aside! That naked jerk!" says Evan Hawkins. It seems like this teen is targeting sweets, so police asked the twin sister of Brad, the naked rampager, to feed him some chocolates dosed with sleeping drugs to catch him. The young lady cooperated and pursue her twin brother. Their plan worked and the teen has fallen out. They covered him with sheets and blankets and sent him to the hospital to be treated.

       As for that local restaurant who created those addicting chocos, their chocolates were banned from being baked within city limits. This kind of sweets are not suppose to be served during Valentines Day.

*** Oh boy… That chocolate treat just gave me a hang-over and raised my bloodsugar… How embarassing. This could happen to you!

      I like eating food, specially when it’s meal time on Granny’s table, back in Philippines. Granny hooks up something special in the kitchen. One of my fave of her specialty is ‘Halo-halo’, it’s so cool, and I mean, literary COOL! It’s like an ice cone but loaded with more ingredients… sweet ingredients. Every occasion, I get to taste a very nice noodle called ‘Bihon’. It’s kinda savoury, and I like what’s in it, squids and shrimps, and a couple of leafy vegies.                               

One day, when I was playing guitar in Granny’s garden, I saw my twin sister buying someting from guy with a couple of large pail. He was selling ‘taho’, and boy! My sister and I enjoyed the sweetend soys in it.

One night, when I was reading a zine, my Granny bought some warm eggs from a boy, It’s called ‘balut’. It has soup inside, some yummy yellow thingy, a white hard thingy, and a dead lil’ duck in it. I enjoyed biting it all off piece by piece.                                                         

And must I forget my fave fruit? Filipinos call it ‘lanka’, commonly called Jackfruit. I just cant resist it’s juicy goodness! Our neighbor back in Philippines gives us jackfruit from their farm. And my sister and I nibble it together.

The ‘puto’, is a kind of muffin that I love to chew. And it’s partner, the ‘Kutsinta’ goes best with grated coconut. Everytime I hear the honking of the horn of the ‘mangpuputo’ I couldnt resist to buy and bunch of it.                                                                        

And what about drinks? Well, I love to drink the Laughing Juice (Tawa-tawa) coz it prevents and cures dengue fever. Even though it looks like an ordinary weed, It surely tastes like imported green tea!

Even though the pics above kinda look growse or boring, they are nice substitute for chips, burgers, fries,ice cream and soda. And my twin sister agrees, that these is our fave Philippine Num-nums.

        I think that I shall never see,                                  

        a poem lovely as a tree.

       A tree whose angry mouth is pressed,

       upon the earth’s sweet flowing breast.                              

      A tree that looks at God all day,

      and lifts her leafy arms to pray,

      a tree that may in summer wear,

      a nest of robins in her hair.

      Upon whose bossom, snow has lain,

      who intimately live with rain.

      Poems are made by fools like me…

      But only God can make a tree.

    Four score and seven years ago, our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation, conceived in liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.

     Now, we are engaged in a great civil war testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate our portion of that battlefield as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.                                         

      But in a larger sense, we cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we cannot hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here have consecrated far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us, the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advaced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us–that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion–that we here highly resolve that these dead shall have not died in vain; that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom; and that government of the people, by the people, and for the people, shall not perish from earth. 

          Can you play musical instruments? Well, I do! I’m a multi-talented freak. Aside from posing as a model for brochures, motorcrossing, and acting in theathers, I play the base guitar, electric guitar, drums, harmonica, and piano. I rock out loud with my guitars, I blow people off with my drums, I calm beasts with my harmonica, and melt audiences’ hearts with my piano… I am hoping to be as famous as Maksim. hehe

          When I was young, mom forces me to attend my instrument playing lessons. I thought it was so boring and crudy to play instruments. But now that I’m all grown up, many chicks dig me coz I’m multi-talented. I guess my instrumental lessons Paid off! hahaha.

          So all you people out there who has piano or violin lessons, you are so lucky that your parents afford it for you. Practice everyday, so you could become like me!