I know this is not the right time for this but really, just now, Ward 7 returns. It has been a while, a long one actually. They will appear again in this ill-fated blog from time to time. Hoo-rah.
As always, a note from the author:
[ The following entry which you are about to read is absolutely fictional. The names are all created in the mind of the author. If you happen to be the owner of one of the names, do react immediately. This post is the second ‘letter’ made by a former patient of Ward 7, who found heaven in the company of his fellow patients. Like what I have said before, do not get carried away, or else.. you know what will happen to you. And of course, you do not want that. ]
Now, shall we begin?
Dear MamSir/SirMam/Staff/Doctors/Nurses/Patients (again):
Hey you all!
It’s me one more time, MuyMuy! But I’m now better known here as ‘Mark Yap’ you know – please do not make me buko juice about my real personality. I’m in America now and I need to make practice my spokening in English na so come on now. Almost everyone I make kita in here (like in the apartment), they make sabi: “Good day sir! How may I help you?” It’s like so difficulty nga eh, but still I’m trying hard, copycat. Please bear with me.
Actually, at the minute that I made tapak the soil of America I was so exciting already! I have made kita so many objects that I do not make kita there in the Philippines. But I guess, they are what made me alala about you guys back in there. But the exciting was turned into nervousity when I had to make kausap an American for my hotel checking in. God I was so much in heat when I was facing the girl at the frontdesk. Not that I was making boso through her uniform but I do not know what to make sabi to her.
You see, everything is so kakaiba here you know. It’s so cold out here, like you’re kulong inside a refrigerator that’s so laki, and you can’t find a place to make painit yourself pa. The buildings are so taas, they are already blocking my bestfriend, araw na nga eh. That’s why its so lamig na nga and then no araw pa? So kainis talaga. There’s so many tao pa everywhere, and they keep on making lakad pa in the streets when meron naman bus and trains na not puno pa naman, but they’re not making gamit naman. I do not know tuloy if the pamasahe here is mahal or the Americans are just thrifty or what they want to make tawag that word.
I miss everybody back in there, especially Karlita. Did she make puti her body all over already? Because if not I have the new Olay here to give her. Only two tablespoons a day, and she will be as puti as a cloud. I will be back soon to make talo Patrick in singing ‘My Way’ at the videoke. I made a lot of practice here and I know all my tiyaga will pay off. To put it in simple terms, I want to make uwi as soon as I finish making trabaho here. Maybe New Year, I will be back. I hope Johnny Boy is still there with his whistlebomb-like kandila. I’ll be hearing forward to that.
I miss Miming, too. Please do say ‘Hi’ to her for me. I would really make pasalamat to you when you do that. I hope we can make a gets togethers as soon as I make balik to the Philippines. Until there! See you later you guys!
This has been the second time that I made a literally ‘mental’ post. Please do forgive me for wasting your time reading this irritating letter. Oh, and one more thing, I would just like to point out to you that this, is not a tongue twister. Looking back, whatever nonsense I wrote always made me laugh at the end. What I do hope, is that after you have read this, you still have the ability to recognize your proper English.
A mouse is so small compared to an elephant, that an elephant does not even know that there is a mouse close to it.