Roy was all smile as he reads on his PC monitor

“What’s with the wide grin?”

“Well, Holly just called me a prolific writer. Can you believe that?!” Roy replied.

“She did?! Why? How? When?! I mean, why would she call you that?”

Roy, in a rather exasperated voice said, “Well, for your information, she mentioned it in her post about the Versatile Blogger Award and bestowed upon me honor of being one!”

“Vers — ver— hahaha! wahaha!”

“What’s funny? Why are you laughing so hard?” asked an irritated Roy

“Hahaha… so — sorry.. haha… I ca – I can’t help it, wahahaha! I can’t believe you fall for those stupid memes! Hahahaha!”

“Look, it may be a stupid… I mean a meme, but we both know that Holly wouldn’t give me that award just for the sake of passing it on. You know that! You know she meant what she said!” Roy is now mad.

“Hahaha! Yeah, I know that. Still, it’s a meme. wahahaha!”

“Hey! All this time, I’m trying to claim my place in this writing thing. Now, here’s an author with a reputation, giving me an affirmation that I’m doing something right, and you’re trying to hose me down?! Thanks a lot!”

“Oh, so sorry buddy, hehe… I just can’t help it. Okay, I’ll stop now hehe… so what does this award ask you to do now? I’m sure there is something you have to do, that’s how these memes work.”

“Yes there is… there are, actually,” Roy replied. “First I have to thank Holly for bestowing me the honor, which I did when I visited her blog. I have to mention seven things about me, and I have to bestow the same award to 15 other bloggers.”

“Hmm… you already have the list of seven things to make a fool of yourself?”

“Why would I make a fool of myself? They shouldn’t necessarily be ridiculous. Maybe something out of the ordinary, but not outright stupid,” said Roy.

“And what would those seven, out-of-the-ordinary things about you could be?”

“Well, let’s see…” Roy tried to think, “first, I still love watching cartoons, in fact I still couldn’t get enough of Looney Tunes! Second, I always talk to myself, especially when I have no one to talk too, and third, I hate telenovelas! They make mortals come back from the dead. They absolutely insult my intelligence!”

“Those are not out of the ordinary! Those are regular stuffs! Many grown-ups still watch cartoons, a lot of people talk to themselves, and most normal people hates telenovelas! Come on, be more creative man!”

“Okay, how’s this?” continued Roy, “I still have this fear of the thunder, especially when it’s followed by a sharp crackling sound of lightning. Reminds me of the darks days of the Pinatubo.”

“Getting better, proceed please. You have three more to go.”

“I don’t really like accounting, and until now I still don’t understand why I took the course!”

“NORMAL! Surprise me with your last two”

“A slice of banana cake would always satiate me anytime, especially when it’s accompanied by black coffee”

“Ho-huum…. Boring! Last chance”

“At this very moment, I am actually nursing a broken heart.”

“You don’t say! Really, tell me about it. Come on, come on.”

“Oh, stop acting silly, as if you don’t know. Shall we proceed?” said Roy

“Okay, now you should pass the award to 15 other people. Are you up to it?”

“Gee, actually I am not,” quipped Roy. “I haven’t really been going around lately. I know three versatile writers but I don’t think they are accepting memes – Jena is busy shepherding the Clin Chem Bloggers, Zorlone is currently Lost in Phonpei, and I don’t really think he wants to find his way back. He seems to be enjoying himself. And Jan… Jan isn’t really writing lately, and I dare not ask what he does to exhale at present.”

“So, that means you’re not going to pass that award right now?”

“Well, if those three I mentioned are willing to accept, I will be more than glad. Otherwise, I really wouldn’t pass it, not at this time, at least. I hope I don’t disappoint Holly,” said Roy.

“Oh don’t worry. It will take more than ignoring an award task to disappoint that woman… err I mean, lady.”

Just then, Roy’s daughter, Angel walked out of her room, “Daddy, who were you talking to?” she asked.

“Oh! No one, sweetheart. I was just… I was just… just talking to myself,” replied Roy with a smile.

Rommel sat at the end of the couch wearing a long, sad face…

*sigh*

He noticed the phone beside him… hesitantly,  he picked it up, and slowly dialed a number. He wasn’t even looking, it’s as if his fingers have a mind of their own, knowing just which numbers to push.

*R-r-r-r-i-i-i-i-i-n-g*

He felt nervous as he heard the phone rings at the other end…

*R-r-r-r-i-i-i-i-i-n-g*

Rommel almost wanting to hang up

*R-r-r-r-i-i-i-i-i-n-g*

Third ring and still no answer, just one more and he will hang up

*R-r-r-r-i-i-i-i-i-n-g*

“Okay, that’s it. She can’t say I did not try,” Rommel said to himself. He was about to hang up when suddenly he heard a voice from the other line.

“We’re sorry, the number you are calling seems to be unattended or out of the coverage area. Please try your call again later. Thank you.”

Rommel  only sighed… he misses his girlfriend. They had a fight two days ago and she asked for breathing space. Now, he realized how much she means to him.

“We’re sorry, the number you are calling seems to be unattended or out of the coverage area. Please try your call again later. Thank you.”

He paused for a while, as he listened to the monotonous voice of the lady at the other line.

“We’re sorry, the number you are calling seems to be unattended or out of the coverage area. Please try your call again later. Thank you.”

Rommel took a deep breath before he started to speak, “Hello Liza. I’m really sorry about the other day, I hope you can forgive me. I miss you, Liza. I need you.”

“We’re sorry, the number you are calling seems to be unattended or out of the coverage area. Please try your call again later. Thank you.” The monotonous voice continued without missing a beat.

Oblivious of the voice on the other line, Rommel went on talking. “Please, Liza. Give me another chance. I promise I’ll change. I’ll be a better man!”

“We’re sorry, the number you are calling seems to be unattended or out of the coverage area. Please try your call again later. Thank you.” The message went on, even as Rommel speaks.

“Please Liza,” Rommel continued to plead, “give me another chance. I beg you, Liza. I love you!”

“We’re sorry, the number you are calling seems to be unattended or out of the coverage area. Please try your call again later. Thank you.”

“Just tell me what I need to do to make you come back to me, Liza. I need you, Liza. I love you. Please believe me!”

“We’re sorry, the number you are calling seems to be unattended or out of the coverage area. Please try your call again later. Thank you.”

“Please Liza,” Rommel’s voice was almost crying… he was in fact crying, “come back to me Liza.”

“We’re sorry, the number you are calling seems to be unattended or out of the coverage area. Please try your call again later. Thank you.”

“Liza, please….” his voice now trembling

“We’re sorry… WILL YOU CUT THAT OUT. YOU KNOW I CAN’T STAND YOU CRYING! AND DON’T CALL ME AT WORK, DO YOU WANT ME TO GET FIRED?!”

“Liza, I can’t stand to lose you. I miss you. I love you, Liza.”

“I love you too, honey. And to be honest, I miss you too, but I just need some time off to think.”

“Please come back to me”

“Okay, you win. I’ll call you soon. Now, why don’t you be a good boyfriend and put down the phone so I can get back to work. You don’t want me to get fired, do you?”

“No honey, I don’t want that to happen. Promise you’ll call me?”

“Yes, I will. Now, can I get back to work?”

“Yes honey, you may. Thank you very much. I love you, honey.”

“We’re sorry, the number you are calling seems to be unattended or out of the coverage area. Please try your call again later. Thank you.”

*click*

(Note: While I’m still not able to come out with a decent story lately, allow me to post here an original story I wrote last year and posted in my Sugar Coated World blog. This story was written when The Struggling Blogger dot Com and Roysville dot Com were still new, and Roysville.wordpress.com still exists. And so it goes…)

It’s 8:03 PM, and Roy’s blogs are all gathered together for their quarterly round table meeting (I didn’t know they were holding meetings – Roy).  House of Puroy stood up from his chair and declared “We’re already 3 minutes late for our meeting, as your presiding blog, I declare that we start with our meeting and not wait for Roysville anymore.”

The blogs settled on their seats with the announcement.

Present in the meeting are REFLECTIONS, Sugar Coated World (SCW), Money OnLine (MOL), Be Inspired Now! (BIN), The Struggling Blogger (TSB), Subukan Taya Ing Kapampangan (STIK), more than just copy-paste (MTCP), Letters To Mama (Letters), the 3 new blogs, Etsetera! Etsetera! (ETC), The Struggling Blogger dot Com (TSBdotCom), Roysville dot Com (RVdotCom), and of course, the presiding blog, House of Puroy.

After calling the roll, House of Puroy said “Okay guys, our main agenda for tonight’s meeting is to officially welcome to our roster our 3 new brothers, Etsetera!, The Struggling Blogger dot Com, and Roysville dot Com.”

Everybody gave the 3 blogs a big round of applause in approval… everybody, except…

*BLAG!*

“I don’t get it!” said TSB, who could no longer hold his silence, as he stood up and slammed the table with his hands. All the other blogs were surprised by his action.

“Why on earth do Roy needed to create The Struggling Blogger dot Com?! Am I not good enough? Haven’t I done AND DELIVERED of what was expected of me?” (I’m not hearing this – Roy), “Why?! Why?! Why?! can anybody explain it to me?”

He faced TSBdotCom and said “Do you really think you can replace me? Do you really believe you are better than me?”

“Hey! Loosen up!” replied TSBdotCom, “we’re on the same side”

“Yes, why are you so cranky?” asked SCW, “that’s my job!”

REFLECTIONS approached TSB and said “don’t be so sensitive… it’s not what you think. You’re being too emotional.” TSB looked at him and said, “look who’s talking!”

BIN who was always a respected member because of his wisdom said “REFLECTIONS is right brother… it’s not what you think. We’re not here to compete with each other, it’s not a question of who is the better blog and who’s not…” he continued, “we are here to complement each other… to support each other. We all have our specific purpose, no blog is above the other.”

“Why do you always have to be positive?:” replied TSB, he faced the group, “yes, BIN is right, we all have our specific purpose, and we’re doing it perfectly. But I can’t see how TSBdotCom’s purpose is different from mine. Don’t you think I have a reason to act like this?”

“Look brother,” TSBdotCom tried to reason, “once again, we are on the same side. Yes, you are right, we may overlap on our purpose, but I don’t think that’s reason enough to hate me! I’m not here to compete or replace you, and I definitely don’t mean to show that I’m the better blog and that…”

*PAK!*

TSBdotCom was not able to continue whatever he has to say because a quick right landed on his chin. The next thing he know, he was on the ground with his feet raised in the air.

He quickly picked himself up as he wiped the blood from his mouth… “I can see you’ve been writing too much of Pacquiao.”

“And there’s more where that came from!” TSB said.

“You know, just for that, I’ll definitely show that I am indeed the better struggling blogger and you’re nothing but a has been. I’m tired of all these bullying. I’m no pushover you know… I’ll put you in your proper place!” TSBdotCom warned.

Undaunted, TSB whip back “that won’t change a thing…” and in his best Cherrie Gil peformance, pointed at TSBdotCom and said “you’re nothing but a second-grade, trying hard, copy-blog!”

But before he can throw his glass of soda, TSBdotCom beat him to the punch as he threw a bucketfull of water, who suddenly appeared from out of nowhere, at TSB which caused him to loose his balance.

All hell was about to break loose, when the two blogs, now already in fighting stance approached each other, when House of Puroy shouted “Hey! That’s enough, cut it out!”

“Aren’t you two ashamed of yourself?! And you call yourselves blogs! You don’t know how to communicate!”

“Look,” as he addressed TSB, “if Roy’s intention was to replace you, he would have deleted you or already redirected you when he created TSBdotCom, and you’ll be sent to kingdom come. But he didn’t! Because he knows and realizes you contributions, and he believes you can do more. If he thinks there should be two struggling bloggers, we should support him. Let’s trust Roy on this one, shall we?” (That’s my boy! – Roy)

“And you!” he pointed at TSBdotCom, “you maybe a dot com, with beautiful theme, a comfortable web host and all, but that doesn’t mean you can throw your weight around here. You’re still the new guy you know. You better behave yourself!”

“Now, why don’t you two shake hands and end all this nonsense”

“I’m sorry bro,” TSB said, “I’m sorry too bro” replied TSBdotCom, as they shook hands and hug each other. Everybody clap their hands and were so happy that it’s all over.

Roysville dot Com, who was silent all throughout the proceedings, breathed a heavy sigh of relief and blurted out “Oh boy! I sure am glad that Roysville is not here toni—”

*BLAG!*

The door suddenly swung open, and everybody looked towards the direction of the door and saw, standing there was… Roysville who looked straight at Roysville dot Com as he spoke, “you were saying?”

House of Puroy put his hand on top of his head and said, “Oh brother! not another one…”

To be continued?
(I don’t think so! – Roy)

The Strongest Link
(A short classroom presentation)

Ralph: Good day to all our viewers! Welcome to the hottest game show today – The Stongest Link! Today, we will learn from our contestants, who are all parts of speech, which of them is the strongest link. Let’s meet them and hear what they have to say.

Noun: I am Noun, and as you can obviously see, I am the strongest link! Without me, what would you call your mother? You wouldn’t have a pet dog… hey! You wouldn’t even have birthday without me! That’s why I should be the strongest link!

Pronoun: (Ehem) With all due respect, listen to the following sentences… My mother went to market. My mother cooks delicious food. My mother loves us very much. Hmmm… doesn’t it sound like a broken record. Surely, this sounds better… My mother went to market. She cooks delicious food. She loves us very much. See! It sounds better! That is why I, Pronoun, should be the strongest link!

Verb: Hey! Wait a minute! You’ve just proven that I am the strongest link! Without me, your mother can’t go to the market, she can’t even cook if there are no verbs. Just imagine a world without action… isn’t that boring?! I am really the strongest link!

Adjective: How can you be the strongest link? Without me, you wouldn’t even know the meaning of strongest at all! You won’t know how delicious your mother cooks or how much she loves you! There’s no question about it. When it comes to comparison, I am the strongest link!

Adverb: Well, you may have a point there. But just like Mr. Noun, you’re kinda boring by yourself. That is where I come in, I put more colors and meaning to you Mr. Adjective, and not only you but including Mr. Verb there. In fact, I put excitement to the whole sentence! Isn’t that what the strongest link should be?!

Ralph: Well, there they are ladies and gentlemen. We all have heard what they have to say, and honestly, each one has a point. Who then should be the strongest link?

The truth is, all of them are important, all deserve to be the strongest link. But here’s the news here, if you, my fellow students would learn how to use them all, together with other parts of speech – preposition, conjunction and interjection… without a doubt then, you will be the strongest link!

Goodbye! (wink)

(For the story behind and reason behind this script, visit the original post at my other blog. Thanks!)

“Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha! Ha-ha-ha-ha!” his laughter filling every walls of his makeshift laboratory inside their house as he sits in front of his computer, “bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha!” each one getting louder than the previous laughs. “Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha!”

His son who was just playing nearby got curious and approached him, “What is it dad? Have you devised another diabolical plan to conquer the world? Did you create a new mutant? Do you have a new evil invention? What is it dad? Ha?! Ha?! Ha?!” he asked excitedly.

He looked down at the boy, quite puzzled and irritated as he speaks, “of course not my boy! You know I don’t work on Sundays!”

“Then why are you laughing so loud?” the boy asked.

“Because, hi-hi-hi!, beca—hi-hi-hi” the doctor trying to control his laughter, “because, somebody sent me a funny joke in my email, ha-ha-ha!” as he burst in laughter again. “Do you want to hear it boy? ha-ha-ha!”

“Nah! I’m not in the mood for jokes right now” the boy replied as he turned away from his dad.

His name is Bryan, a 10 year old boy. A fourth-grader who always believe in his father and hopes that someday he will succeed in creating an invention that will help him conquer the world. And there’s a reason for that, he wanted to use his father’s invention to get back at Billy, a 12 year old sixth grader who is always picking on him in school.

His father? Let’s call him Dr. Evil Genius, although he would like to address himself as the square root of all evil! A scientist with a genius mind, but with an obvious lack of literary prowess, hence the stupid moniker he gave himself.

He has already made numerous attempts in the past to conquer the world with his inventions, but each attempt would always lead to failure as they always seem to backfire on him… before they even get out of his garage.

That’s why nobody ever heard of him yet.

His last attempt however seemed to be his most successful thus far, for he was able to create a genetically enhanced swarm of mutant fleas, intelligent enough to follow his every order, and were able to analyze situations and implement plan of actions to make the doctor’s quest a success.

But it was foiled by an enterprising fellow who offered the fleas a better deal than the doctor could give. They are now travelling around the world, performing in flea circus.

Vicky, Bryan’s mother, has had enough of the doctor’s insanity and decided to leave him. But she has two concerns, she already attempted to run away before, but each time the professor would be able to track her.

She was also worried about Bryan, because she realizes that the doctor won’t be able to take care of him well, and for some reason, she can’t take him with her.

But she found a solution on her problem that will allow her to look after her son still, even after running away from her husband. For she has found the perfect hiding place that not even the evil genius mind of the doctor would even consider looking at – the next door apartment.

And so, the mad doctor continues to go through his e-mails, occasionally bursting in laughter. Bryan no longer pays attention as he knows it’s one of those silly jokes again. So he just continued playing with his toys.

They were in that situation… each one minding his own business… when suddenly…

“Tiiitttt!!! Tiiittt!!!! Tiiittt!!!………. Tiiittt!!!” an alarmed went from off from one of the doctor’s equipment.

“What is it Dad?” Bryan asks excitedly, “I thought you don’t work on Sundays?”

“I don’t son… I don’t” as he stood up to check where the alarm was coming from…

To be continued….