This is a short story about my wonderful umbrella.
I know that talking about a not-so-ordinary, inanimate object is not one of my biggest ideas, but I just love my umbrella. It looks like an ordinary umbrella because it is. The special thing about it is that it absolutely repels water. I don't know about other liquids though. No matter how strong the rain is, just give it a little shake and it's dry.
I bought my umbrella just before the onslaught of Basyang. That would be week or so ago. On that really cloudy day, I wasn't able to bring an umbrella to work simply because I didn't have one. When I got out of the house, there was no rain, it was just cloudy. Half-way to work, it started to drizzle. No challenge there. It was still early so I had my lunch at the mall. (Yes, Lunch. I went to work really late.) When it was time to head to work, it was raining. I decided to wait for the rain to stop but it didn't. I was forced to buy myself an umbrella at the mall. So I bought one. It's water repelling properties great.
I thought it was so at first, since it was new. Next time I used it. It was still repelling water like the big leaf that repels water. I forgot what leaf that is. Then again and again and again.
Earlier this evening on my way home, my umbrella was again tested. Up to now it still amazes me. I got home, and it's even more dry than I am.
Back when I bought it, I thought it was a waste. Now, I'm thinking, it was well worth the 300+ I paid for. So well worth it.
There you have it. A story about a not-so-ordinary, inanimate object that most of you may find... Ordinary.
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Monday, July 26, 2010
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Crimson Rain
T'was a sunny day when Miguel went out of his den he called a dungeon. Not a cloud in the sky. He said to himself, 'Tis a a wonderful day this is.' As he walked to a run down shack he called his workplace.
As he was going about his business, he heard a knock on the door. 'Who is there?' he asked.
'Thou hast post, sir,' said the voice from outside.
'A letter for me?' he thought. 'From who I wonder.' He opened the door, took the letter, and nodded a thank you at the post bearer.
'Tis from my beloved,' he said with delight. He opened the letter and started reading.
'My beloved Miguel,
'How has my beloved been doing these past weeks? As for me I have been doing well with my academics. The letters you've sent me was all I needed to keep my spirits up and about.
'I am glad,' Miguel thought as he pulled up a chair and sat. He continued reading.
'The other day, I had our favorite dish for lunch. The oriental noodles that you love so much. T'was wonderful. It reminded me of the times when we had lunches together. Not just lunches, every meal.
Miguel placed the letter on his desk and stood up. He looked out the window and gazed upon a cloudless sky. 'The day shares with my mirth,' he said. He opened every window and breathed deeply. He went over to his desk and cotinued reading by the window.
'Do you remember the time when we first met? You hit a lamp post while you were walking because you couldn't take your eyes off me. I had to keep myself from laughing.
Miguel felt a little breeze fpon his neck. Clouds were starting to show. He went and sat on the chair he was sitting on earlier.
'These past few days, I have been lost in thought. I have been wondering about the life I could have given you if not for my being far from you. I am sorry, my beloved.
A sudden gust blew and shut a window shattering the window pane. With a sigh, he stood up and picked up a piece of glass. He stared at the broken glass and threw it back on the floor. He continued reading.
'I have to go away for a while and shall continue my academics elsewhere. I can not bear the thought of you not with me. Everything here reminds me of you. I wish I could read more of your letters. I wish we could eat more meals together. I wish we could still laugh together.
'To you my beloved, I bid you farewell.
As Miguel read the last word from his beloved's letter, rain began to pour. He could no longer read his belove's name for the paper absorbed blood and blotted his beloved's name. He didn't notice his finger was cut by the shard he picked up and threw away.
The rain seemed endless as Miguel held onto his beloved's letter until it was completely stained with blood.
As he was going about his business, he heard a knock on the door. 'Who is there?' he asked.
'Thou hast post, sir,' said the voice from outside.
'A letter for me?' he thought. 'From who I wonder.' He opened the door, took the letter, and nodded a thank you at the post bearer.
'Tis from my beloved,' he said with delight. He opened the letter and started reading.
'My beloved Miguel,
'How has my beloved been doing these past weeks? As for me I have been doing well with my academics. The letters you've sent me was all I needed to keep my spirits up and about.
'I am glad,' Miguel thought as he pulled up a chair and sat. He continued reading.
'The other day, I had our favorite dish for lunch. The oriental noodles that you love so much. T'was wonderful. It reminded me of the times when we had lunches together. Not just lunches, every meal.
Miguel placed the letter on his desk and stood up. He looked out the window and gazed upon a cloudless sky. 'The day shares with my mirth,' he said. He opened every window and breathed deeply. He went over to his desk and cotinued reading by the window.
'Do you remember the time when we first met? You hit a lamp post while you were walking because you couldn't take your eyes off me. I had to keep myself from laughing.
Miguel felt a little breeze fpon his neck. Clouds were starting to show. He went and sat on the chair he was sitting on earlier.
'These past few days, I have been lost in thought. I have been wondering about the life I could have given you if not for my being far from you. I am sorry, my beloved.
A sudden gust blew and shut a window shattering the window pane. With a sigh, he stood up and picked up a piece of glass. He stared at the broken glass and threw it back on the floor. He continued reading.
'I have to go away for a while and shall continue my academics elsewhere. I can not bear the thought of you not with me. Everything here reminds me of you. I wish I could read more of your letters. I wish we could eat more meals together. I wish we could still laugh together.
'To you my beloved, I bid you farewell.
As Miguel read the last word from his beloved's letter, rain began to pour. He could no longer read his belove's name for the paper absorbed blood and blotted his beloved's name. He didn't notice his finger was cut by the shard he picked up and threw away.
The rain seemed endless as Miguel held onto his beloved's letter until it was completely stained with blood.
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