Old Blog Relic: Tales of Beedle the Bored

The Tales of Beedle the Bored

Jun. 12th, 2008 at 2:09 AM



I am "Beedle the Bored" and this is my tale..

take this:
- jobless for 9 consecutive months (and no, i wasn't pregnant)
- house is pretty much "as is" when we moved in (too bored to wipe clean since after 5 mins it'll turn dusty anyway)
- been hearing strange noises at night (a cat that only meows at exactly 2am, when i turn off the pc and go to bed!)
- getting more and more jealous of the neighbors (new paintjob, tiles, gate, house being remodelled, new appliance being delivered at their doorstep)
- i'm so bored i've been calling my clueless neighbors some silly names, i also got around to imagine weird stuff about who they really are....kinda spooky..
this will paint you a picture of what my neighborhood looks like..

manong stakeout 
armed with his binoculars and nightvision goggles (figment of my imagination)...could be weird though if its true.. 
he lives alone with his dog, he spends all day at home..
i wonder were he gets his money..could it be his dirty dealings...
my husband says he gave away his new bike to some guy he barely knows...is he gay? 
...and whats with the green curtains hanging outside the door? im telling ya, too gay..
thinking about how he gets by without a job, when one rainy night, a police mobile parked right outside his house. could they have caught him redhanded? well manong stakeout...you're not the only one watching... 
oh and sorry manong for Eve's Droppings.... (plugging my internet cafe idea: copywrighted, no more takers)

the aswangs
wall paint: royal blue
curtains: royal blue
mineral water: royal blue (i know...this color is standard..but i just had to add it : )
caution: as you walk past, dont look at them, dont stare, dont think, dont breathe, just....RUN straight home!

rihanna and chris brown (manong and manang Umbrella)
the house with a Micromatic Umbrella, permanently glued into the front lawn.
making everyone forget about what their house looks like, or do they have a picket fence..
people would quickly say, oh yeah the one with the Big umbrella..so mam rihanna and sir chris brown, 
forget about repainting the ol' picket fence..it will always be and only be your trusty Umbrella that people will recognize.. unless of course you get rid of it.....only then will you be totally.....no, not popular..but unrecognizable...who's to say that your umbrella was your lucky charm, without it, it'll be like staring straight into a blank house..

the whiteys
well this is a charming new development, they seem nice and friendly. hope to find out more about them next year when they finally move in. the whiteys are the whiteys since they drive a white car and the one who drives it is an old man with white hair and is accompanied by his old wife with stunningly thick white (almost platinum) hair.

two words -- Fuschia Pink!
can't stand the curtains, cant stand the soundtrack emitting from that house!
an everyday dose of siakols mighty hit "bakitbakitba", itchyworms classic "beer"
and all the jologs songs that only the jologs of the jolog will be able to appreciate.
jologs hits handpicked by none other than, the jologsmeister.

the kuto group 
nnay delia, middle house lady, tess...u know the traditional pinoy hagdan with matching taong 
nagkukutuhan habang nagchichismisan..thats what they remind me of. enough said.
well there was this one incident though when an angry wife marched off of their turf and yelled at this woman who is kinda part of the kuto group, she yelled something like this woman is a right ol' flirt trying to seduce her husband.
lesson learned, stay at home. dont meddle with the kuto group, unless you want to be yelled at.

manong gala
ops ops ops, san ka pupunta? (where are you going?)
negative vibes from the start, he's bringing in his hommies from baryo sapang bato. his sons friends are the epitome' of jologs (are they friends with the Jologsmeister?). manong gala is sooo gala he goes out everyday in his red motorcycle, and not just once everyday...he comes back every hour, and he does that the entire day. he could have made a fortune if he makes it a tricycle. but no, he goes around scouting construction opportunities round the neighborhood, kind of pissed off the whiteys there a bit, but no sir, he carries on, with his dark brows held high, looking for any new sacks of cement brandished on the front lawns, hoping to get his crew recruited..trying to score some extra cash and extra gas mileage..for extended gala time....

manong tambay
no issues here...(although i havent returned the pop cola bottle...perhaps they have an issue with me..)
well there is just one thing we noticed though, why of all places is their turf filled with tambays..
my husband and i thought about this theory: maybe the four to five houses that are in that block, each have a tambay living with them, so these tambay guys realized their worth (umm, nothing?) ...gathered up together and agreed to get a makeshift basketball court, with matching old mattress as protection (in case the game gets kind of rough...goodluck with the bedmites) what a bright idea! keeps children off of drugs. but it wont keep them off of beer, manong tambay sells beer to these tambays (his son included)...is manong tambay a wayward child in the 60's?

manang tagusan
nicely positioned mini grocery, a sort of a leaky cauldron, at the back there is a secret passageway to diagon alley.
well we just want to shorten our travel time. my husband used to buy a single egg everytime he passes by manang tagusan, just so he can pass thru the shortcut. but i told him, unless he wants to be a laughing stock at the store, he should buy something else other than an egg. 

tekla
nothing wrong with this lady really, she's not bothersome, thank goodness...
its just that her voice is so squeaky, its no wonder why the tiny tot sounds peculiarly like her..
like granny like kiddie..

the house with a very cute white dog
that would be us. the house wouldnt even remotely be noticed had it not been occupied by our one and only mabisyo dog, eve eve. she is soo cute and chubby just like her mom. our neighbors really like her, she is so sweet looking and does not appear as mabisyo as we know her. i guess people would see us as a simple couple. both homebodys (although my partner is struggling to be one..he's very outgoing actually) poor us, there aren't any remodelling done yet at our home and i guess our neighbors noticed it too, but we dont give a tiny rats ass. 
well just wait and see..our future project is soon to rise..

well, there you have it, these are the people in my neighborhood.
have to go to sleep now, its 2am...i wonder if i'll hear the cats meow again? freaky...

This is a very old post from my Livejournal Blog. Thought I'd share it with you.. 

The Best Things in Life are Free!

Do you stop to get "Free Taste" in the grocery? I know some people who would wait patiently for these..and I won't tell who that person is. OK, yeah it's my husband.

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Coping with the Loss of a Beloved Pet

Eve in my Mama's garden

(This is an excerpt from an old journal I have)

I don't even know how to start retelling the most painful event in my life so far. Most people would agree, especially animal lovers out there, that losing your most beloved Pet is as painful as being heartbroken, or having lost a family member. Because that's what they become, a part of a family.

She was the pride of our house. Everyone knew us when they saw the big white dog, proudly parading her long shiny fur in our neighborhood. Our house was referred to as, Eve's House, and that we are the people who lived in Eve's House. She was the first "Member of the Family" I introduced my first boyfriend to (who is now my partner for life). She came to live with us when my family first acquired our own house. Until I got married, got a house of our own and I volunteered to take care of her since then. I promised my husband I will take care of everything when it comes to Eve. I will give her baths, I will take her out to walk, pee and do her thing. But you know what, my husband who is so not into dogs, eventually came to like her. They were inseparable as he does her bathing and scheduled walks after every meal, which I prepare as its the only thing I was left to do for her. Except of course, occasional spa treatment I give her (grooming etc).
My husband said he'd  never been this close to a dog before. Eve really caught everyone's heart, even my in-laws were crazy about Eve. He loved her weird qualities. I took care of a lot of pets when I was growing up and I am telling you, I have never met a stranger dog in my life so far. Like what her profile says, she gets nightmares all the time, she sticks out her tongue like a nut while asleep and moves her legs back and forth as if running away from her dream. She is crazy about bread and I meant crazy addicted, with matching bloodshot eyes and dripping saliva. She is as quick as your next door puppy when food is served but when it's chill time, she moves in a slow motion pace, like your resident sloth. I guess it's a bit common for dogs to get anxious when they hear firecrackers but you should see how she reacts to even the faintest of firecrackers fired from miles away. Her line of defense? To go as high up as she can go to drown out the sound, or maybe get away from where the sound is. She went upstairs one time (alone, you gotta give her credit though, she'd done it all by her slow self. When she saw me in front of the computer upstairs she climbed on my lap and struggled to find a way to get on top of my head. I went, what do you want Eve? Do you want to be on top of my head?
Things like these are what reminds us of Eve, her weirdness. She usually sleeps in our bedroom, I feel touched whenever she does this, always following us where we are in the house. But I thought then, was it us or was it really the electric fan she follows. She sleeps with her legs propped up, it can be really humid here sometimes.

Eve lounging with Furby (who only speaks Japanese!)

I always thought we would be with her for a long long time but she didn't stay for long..she got a tumor in her ovaries and it became so enlarged that we had to clean up after her several times a day, as it was slowly rupturing. In a months time it went from a lemon to a melon. I created a cone of shame for her, we use a stretchable bandana to conceal her wound and her tumor.
When they took her blood sample they scheduled her surgery for next month, she had to take the medicines she needs to take for a month prior to surgery. I was hesitant to give her those medicines. She still moves around like there is nothing wrong with her. By this time, her wound had become so big that the stench was so overpowering. The tumor ruptured severely, it's like seeing flaps of liver. The house wreaked with the awful smell and we can't even masked it with room sprays. Imagine we had to clean it up several times a day, with Betadine and Hydrogen Peroxide. Good thing we discovered a violet antibacterial used by the vet, it was really effective because it really took care of the foul smell. When I gave the meds she no longer would eat, she started to show signs of weakness. She can barely walk and lift her lower legs anymore. She hit her chin hard on the pavement when she tried to push her lower legs up to pee. As she was doing this, she lost control of her body and fell chin and head first to the ground following the rest of her body. I can't help but really feel sorry for her. And I can't help but notice her feeling embarrassed herself. Eventually she no longer wanted to go outside. She just pees on the yard. One day we woke up with her poop all over her behind, she's not capable of doing this on all fours now, so she had to do it lying down.We cleaned her up and changed her gauze and diapers. I went back to the bed with a clear view of Eve outside. She stared at me, the way she does all the time when she wants to do mental telepathy version of me-want-food. But I guessed what she wanted, she hadn't eaten a full meal and has been drowning water for days, but she doesn't want food though, I think she wants me to bring her inside our bedroom. I stared back at her like I have done once in the past trying to decipher her code. She looked at me like she wants to tell me something but is unable to speak. She looks to you like she knows your soul, like she was once a human. She looked at me like she wanted me to hug her like I did when she was healthy. She's very human in so many ways I can't explain. My husband and I would argue all the time whenever we change her gauze, about her 9K surgery. I guess she doesn't want us to argue anymore. I didn't realize all this till about quarter to 9 in the morning, my husband woke me up from the nap, telling me that Eve is gone. I rushed past to see her body all shriveled up, I didn't realized how thin she got, minus the life out of her now, she's like a dog with no insides. I hugged her still, there's no more life there, no more Eve, no more weirdness, no more happiness, no more pain. It was June 19, 2010. And I can't believe it, I didn't realize that the look she gave me was that of goodbye. That she was grateful for all the 9 years we spent together. All the years we took care of her, now realizing that she too, took care of us. Safeguarding the house, keeping the peace, bringing plenty of good vibes and happy memories. I don't know but I guess she really wanted me to bring her in he bedroom so she can sleep at the foot of the bed like she used to, for the last time. I guess she was thinking how crazy we all were giving her all the weird nicknames, Eve, Eva, Evie, Etha, Eev Eev Eeve. I wanted to think that she may have been glad to finally let go of the pain. I felt sad because I haven't bought her the comfortable bed for dogs. I felt she could have at least seen us with a baby, something that she won't be able to see now, I guess cause she was our baby. I think she still loved us despite all the missing parts. She loved us because she lets us rest our feet in her furry body like carpet and she wants the belly rub anyway.

Eve, wishful thinking

It was the weekend, a Saturday. It's like perfect timing for her, I called up our immediate family to gather up in our house, told everyone that Eve's gone. I set up a small wake for her. Our entire family was there to bid Eve goodbye. We covered her in my pink blanket. We put her things beside her, her clothes, her bowls, her chain / leash, her cone of shame. We buried her in our garden. We made a grotto for her.

Garden of Eve

I have to keep her close to me. I guess I just wanted to tell her how much I loved her dearly. I didn't know how to say goodbye to her. I still look for her every time I wake up. I still call her name. My husband lit a candle in her grotto for several nights after she died. He loved her too.

After the move-in, celebrating my husbands birthday, Eve is ready to party

We missed her a lot that year and the following year, and the next, and years after, we still missed her so much. My husband even thought of that movie where they clone their pets, like Re-Pet i think, that's why whenever we see traces of her fur around the house, we keep it, just in case the clone thing happens in the future, we can have her back.

Eve, outstretched

We watched Frankenweenie recently, I always liked animated movies. Especially when there are dogs in the movie. I never thought it would happen again but in the end of the film, I cried like a child, my husband had to hug me and tell me everything is gonna be fine, well, he cried too. We were deeply reminded of Eve because of Sparky. I can totally relate how completely desperate Victor Frankenstein was to raise his dog from the grave, you have to watch the ending to the film.

I dreamt of Eve today. We were in our old home, where she was born. She followed me outside of the screen door, she was freshly bathed. I can still feel her fur on my legs all wet and smelling nice. Her hair looked as if it has a grown a few inches after a major shave. She sheds several times a year. In my dream, I felt she was happy. I told her to get inside and follow me upstairs, she wags her tails and I didn't realize this was a dream until after I woke up, I would have hugged her tight and never let go.

Eve with a party hat

My husband guessed maybe she wants to send us a message saying that she is doing fine where she is in heaven. I believe she lived a full life because she was loved by so many. Adored by a lot of people. It's a dogs mission in life. Eve's mission was cut short but she did an amazing job. Sleeping, yeah, eating, peeing and pooping check but nonetheless she gave us a valuable lesson in life. Unconditional love. That's what she gave us. And it's really very simple. All she wanted in return were 3 things. A belly rub, a belly rub and a belly rub. We love you Eve! We miss you! Enjoy your new home in heaven! Run like the wind Eve!

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I have come to accept the loss of my beloved dog Eve, but I still get pretty emotional whenever I reminisce. But here's a few tips that may help with coping for a pet loss. I could have sworn I must have needed these back then, but read on, I did all these things myself back when I was in total grief. Hope you find that you are not alone.


Prepare for a proper goodbye
- Acknowledge the loss of your pet and prepare for a proper goodbye, don't let emotions ruin this day for your beloved because you owe it to your pet to at least give them a decent burial.
- If you have the luxury of getting your pet interred to a pet cemetery, do so and as much as possible get your loved ones to be with you around this time, it would help in getting through this day.
- Some have not accepted people treating pets like humans, some people may not understand how deeply emotional you are right now, don't let these things get to you. It is completely normal to feel devastated after losing a pet because it is a personal relationship between the owner and the pet, so it is a 'personal' struggle.

Gather up all pet memorabilia's / personal things and reminisce
- Pick a day to reminisce about your pet, watch an old video, see old pictures and remember how good those memories were with your pet. Let the tears roll by. Cry your heart out, have someone with you during this time as well so you can have someone to discuss your feelings to, specifically someone who understands what your going through or have gone through the same thing themselves.
- Get a journal and write down all you can remember about your pet (same as I did, I created this from an old journal from the day my pet died) pour out all of your feelings to that journal, you can even write a letter to your pet so you can say how you feel about losing them and how much they mean to you.

Pray that you will be able to move past this
- Losing a pet is like losing a family member, prayer is what keeps us afloat and faith that we can move on with our lives despite of our current situation would help in one's recovery.

Don't Get a New Pet Just Yet
- Let the wounds heal first and remember that you are not getting a new pet just so you can move forward
- Let getting a new pet mean that you are ready to take care of a new one and not as a replacement for the one you lost, it would be unfair for your new pet.

In Getting a New Pet
- If in any case you get a new pet, don't ever compare, don't get a look-alike, don't give the same name.
- Don't force your new pet to be like your old one.
- Be fair to your new pet and let them develop their own personality

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Battle of Ants and Humans (Digmaan ng Langgam at Tao)

My sincerest apologies to those who doesn't understand Filipino or Tagalog.

This post is my way of reminding myself that I need to practice more using proper Tagalog words. If you are somehow curious to know what the post is all about, it's a funny way of describing my misadventures with a pesky insect, the ant. Don't worry I will try my best to translate. I'll be your humble translator. Speaking of translators, here's a funny quote from a brilliant movie. 
              I implore you to forgive my speaking of English, Jonfen...
              ...as I'm not so premium with it. - Alexander Perchov (Everything is Illuminated)

Liham na lumalarawan sa labanang walang humpay sa pagitan ng langgam at tao.
(A letter that describes the never-ending battle between ants and humans.)

Ang Nagkakaila (Disclaimer):
Kung may mga pangungusap na di maunawaan ito marahil ay dulot ng kagat ng langgam.
(If there are sentences that you do not understand, it's probably caused by the ant bites.)

..at dito po nagsimula ang maaksyong mga eksena. (and here is where the action scene begins..) haha, nakakatawa mag-translate..(haha, it's so funny to translate..) Even more hahahaha...

Ang daming langgam sa lababo at kalan! (There are so many ants in the sink and stove!)

Naglinis ako ng lutuan pati sa may lalagyan ng tubig. (I cleaned the cooking area as well as the water jug.)

Parang pagkaing bulok ang baho ng placemat dahil basa ito at may sebo pang kasama. (The placemat smelled like rotten food as it was all wet and oily.)

Masakit pa rin ang kanang palad ko gawa ng lason ng langgam na bumiktima sa akin nitong tanghali dahil sa walang malay na paghawak sa kalderong may misua na sinabotahe na pala ng mga pulang langgam.
(My right palm still hurts from the ant that bit me this afternoon while I unknowingly held the pot with the noodle egg soup that the ants have already sabotaged.)

Nilinis ko ang mga placemat at ngayon ay pinatutuyo.  
(I cleaned the placemat and let it dry.)
Nilinis ko din ang paligid ng lababo. (I also cleaned the areas surrounding the sink.)
May hugasan parin sa gitna, at pigilan mong banggitin ko at simulang isa-isahin ang problema sa marungis at kalawanging lalabong iyan. (There are still dishes in the middle, don't get me started on the various issues of that dirty and rusty sink)
Nilagay ko ang lalagyan ng mantika sa puting lalagyan ng anik anik at nilagyan ng tubig na may likido ng joy.
(I placed the oil bottle in the bowl for just about anything and put water with joy liquid - joy dishwashing liguid) 

Nilagay sa gitna ang mantikang pinalibutan ng langgam sa leeg nito.
(I put in the middle the oil bottle with lots of ants surrounding its neck.)

Tinatadtad ko ng baking powder ang paligid at naglaglagan ang mga lintik na langgam na parang nahulog sa tuktok ng bundok patungo sa ilog ng likido ng joy at tubig na tila lason sa kanila dahil wala pang ilang segundo ay kumulubot na ang mga ito at namatay. (I filled it's surroundings with baking soda and the pesky ants fell off one by one as if it fell from a mountain towards the river of joy liquid with water which seemed like poison to them as they curled up and died in just a few seconds)

Pilit kong nilinis ang lutuan sa pamamagitan ng espongha na may likido ng joy.
(I strived to really clean the cooking area with a sponge filled with joy liquid)
Sinundan ko ang mga yapak ng mga langgam at dinala ako nito sa dulo ng maruming sipilyong panglinis ng kung-ano.
(I followed the path of the ants and it brought me to a very grimy toothbrush for cleaning stuff and what-not).
Ang sebo nito malamang ang gusto ng langgam. (The grease probably attracted the ants)
Pansin kong mantika ang puntirya nilang talaga. (I noticed they are really aiming for the oil)
Ngunit bakit langis ang iniimbak ng mga ito, at hindi ang asukal. (But why do they choose to store oil and not sugar)
Nagtaas na rin ba ang presyo ng langis sa mundo ng mga langgam? (Is there an oil price increase as well in the world of ants?)

Marami rami din akong langgam na napatay kanina. (I probably killed quite a number of ants a while ago)
Ngayon ay pinatutuyo ko na ang lababo at lutuan. (Now, I left the sink and the cooking area out to dry)
Bago ako umupo sa silya ay napansin kong mas namaga ang aking kamay. (Before I sat on a chair I noticed that my hands became more sore)
Ngayon, di lamang palad ko ang namaga kundi sa ibabaw ng kamay ko malapit sa singsing. (Now, my palm isn't the only part that is sore but the top of my hand near the ring as well.)
Parang namanas. (Like it's all swelled up)
May langgam na nagbuwis ng buhay para makaganti kanina, habang masugid akong naglilinis.
(There is an ant who risked his life for vengeance while I am fervently cleaning.)
Sinamantala niya ang mga sandaling nakatuon ang atensyon ko sa pag-is-is ng sebo sa paligid.
(He took the chance while my attention is directed to scrubbing all the grime around)
Kung nasan man siya ngayon, marahil ay hinirang siyang bayani ng mga pulang langgam sa nangyaring engkwentro kanina.
(Wherever it is now, it may have been tagged as a hero of the red ants from the recent encounter earlier)

Nag-iisip ako ngayon kung paano ko su-solusyonan ang problemang ito.
(I am now thinking of how to resolve this issue)
Di pa tapos ang digmaan.
(The battle is not over yet)

May araw ka rin langgam!
(You'll have your day too Ant!)

Weirdest Blog Post Ever: Saying Goodbye to my Jug

Just want to share with you an old post from my private blog.
I'm getting all sentimental again.. and weird..

There are certain relationships that last longer than anybody else's and there are some which are fleeting. 

There are those which end in tragedy while some, melodramatically.
I have come to know someone who have had a very user friendly relationship with a jug. A few years back, a dentist picked Juggy from a stack full of gifts and gave it to a girl who nonchalantly accepted. Back then the jug had only one responsibility, to fill itself with ice cold cola. This went on for a few years until they moved in elsewhere. Juggy went MIA and spent its time collecting dust and occasionally cuddling insects in the darkness of a carton. When the girl moved in to her own flat she brought Juggy with her and introduced it to her partner. Juggy couldn't be more thrilled. He proved to be as useful as an electric cooler and went on to serve ice cold water for the poor couple. The man would spend everyday filling Juggy with ice and Juggy obliged without hesitation.
Now as the couple decided to finally get themselves an electric cooler, poor old Juggy was left with no choice.
As I looked back, staring at the poor thing, I remembered briefly how simple it was for us when we were just using it and nothing else. Now, we had to adjust for additional electric bills cause we wanted an upgrade, a major upgrade at that.
Now, its sitting on top of the plastic containers waiting to be packed yet again and spend the rest of its remaining life collecting dust and retire with some random insects.
It has served its purpose and its with great honour and respect that we pay homage to you dear old Jughead.
Perhaps we'll meet again when we'll have a tiny one who would carry you with him to school on a big yellow bus.

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