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Friday, September 01, 2006
Mumble and mumble Part 1

Okay. This would make it my third post since I rose. Addicted? Nah. I just don't like Nat Sci 2 Bio Part...

This Wednesday, NSTP was great. Yeah, there was this ex-drug-addict-i'm-now-clean-and-my-wife's-pretty guy who talked to us about his 14 years of addiction to various stuff--from acetone to cocaine. But that's not what this post is about. The lecturer or the addict (which one I wasn't sure) said that, "...life is not a bed of roses..." What does this friggin' line mean?

Okay, roses mean love according to the flower category of Hangaroo. If a guy wants a girl he gives her roses (or headaches...). Fine. So does a bed of roses mean that something is pleasant bacause of the love that is represented by the roses?

Imagine:

Napagod si Maria Kapra sa kakakumpuni ng sira nilang pampasaherong jeep at kakalaba ng mga damit ng kanyang dalawampung anak. Matapos ang mabigat na gawain sa sideline niyang pagiging construction worker ay naisip niyang mahiga muna para makapagpahinga. Pagdating niya sa bahay, nlambing siya ni Prokopyo at inimbithan sa kanilang kwarto. May mabangong amoy na nanggagaling sa kanilang silid. Ano kaya ito?

Tumuloy si Maria Kapra at nakita niyang puno ng rosas ang kanilang Single-sized na kama. Di lamang talulot ang nakakalat sa ibabaw ng kutson kundi pati na mga tangkay, ugat (may lupa pang kasama) at bubuyog ang mga ito.

Naisip tuloy ni Maria Kapra na napakalambing naman ng kanyang Prokopyo ngayon. Siguro gagain na nila si #21. Sa sobrang pagod at galak ni Maria ay napahiga siya sa kama.

Aruy! Kumpletong-kumpleto talaga ang mga rosas na pinitas ni Prokopyo mula sa kumbento ng simbahan! May kasama pa itong mga tinik na sinlaki ng daliri ni Bernardo Carpio! Barbe(c/q)ue ang labas ni Maria! Butas-butas ang kanyang katawan dahil sa lakas ng tama niya sa mga tinik. Padive-dive pa kasi.

Ano kaya ang mangyayari kay Maria Kapra? Pano na si Prokopyo at ang mga balak niya ukol kay #21? Hmmm...

*Okay. You can stop imagining now...

So is a bed of roses a good or a bad thing? Good because it symbolizes the pleasure that one gets from roses? Or bad bacause it can be the murder weapon that Gil Grissom has been looking for long?

Ang tamang sagot: letter B.

Siya at kailangan ko pang ihatid si Zsazsa Zaturnnah papuntang planeta ni Queen Famina Baroux Suarestellar upang magapi ang mga bruhang nais sumakop sa Galaxy ng Magatas na Daanan!!!

Meow...