Flower boy.

Bigat. Ako ang ginawang taga-deliver ng flower ni pareng rico na nasa Dublin ngayon. Bigat lang eh. Pero ok lang. :)

Nyways, nga pala, may super creepy story ako... Shet. Kaso baka binabasa niya to eh, mahirap na... Basta super creepy. Parang tales from the crypt ba. Basta, involved halos lahat ng pamorningan group. Basta, parang horror movie ang dating. Waaahh.. haha..

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Updates:

Okay, okay... So, nandito na ulit ako sa office. Nandun na ko kanina sa Buendia nang tumawag si Tess para makipaglaro ng pingpong. Eh, bigat nun, pagdating ko, wala sila dito. Amf. Pabigat lang eh. So, bumalik ako dito at pinatago ko kay manong guard yung bulaklak na binili ko para kay mama at dun sa helper namin. Ok.

Ang scenario kanina, nagpunta kami ni Reggie sa LBC para magpadala na lang ng super mahal na bleep na bulaklak. Amf talaga. Mahal eh. No choice, pero pag punta namin dun, sarado na yung bleep na rip off na tindahan na yun. So, wala nang pagasa. Naglaho na parang bula. So, nagdecide ako umihi, kasi naiihi ako. May nadaanan ako nung papunta ako ng CR. Alam niyo kung ano, siret? - FLOWER SHOP! Hahahaha... mas mura at may delivery rin. Wakoko... So, punta agad kami dun, yung rose na boquet, mahal nga. Shet. So text ako kay repa Rico, sinabi ko yung presyo, buti na lang ang gusto niyang plower ay yung Malaysian Mums na MAS MURA! Wakokok, so nakatipid na kami. Pero sa huli, si Reggie na lang ang nag order, amf. So, ok lang pala.

Hehehehe... Anyways, ayun lang. At least may bulaklak. Hmmm... gawa tayo ng poem tungkol sa bulaklak.

Poem 302

Bulaklak, para kang alak,
para ka ring drugs, na sa tabi tabi ay tinutulak,
Ang halimuyak mo'y mabango bulaklak,
para bang pabango na nilagay sa bulak.

Oh, bulaklak ewan ko kung baket ganyan,
may lumalabas na amoy sa iyong kinalalagyan,
gawa ka ba sa pabangong luntian,
para lang may marhyme naglagay ako ng tiyan.

Bulaklak, baket ang dami dami mo,
ibat ibang kulay parang rainbo,
bat ko binawasan ng w yung rainbo,
wala lang, para lang mag ryhme, bobo.

O bulaklak, tatapusin ko na ang tula ko,
sana bukas meron nang sweldo,
para naman makabili pa ko ng isang tulad mo,
at maibigay ko kung kani-kanino.

Bow.

New Joke.

Q: Sinong artistang mahilig mag bold?
A: Edi si... Bembold Roco.

Hahahaha... ahem. Imbento ko yan ha!

Blowfly Review.

Ah, Miss Cornwell, you never cease to amaze me. I've been Miss Cornwell's fan since the first time I read a Scarpetta book - if I remember it correctly, it was her Body of Evidence book. Anyways, Blowfly is one of her latest Scarpetta novels. If you have never read a Scarpetta novel and start with this one, then you'll not comprehend a thing. So, better start with her first books, like - Body of Evidence. That one will psyche you up, I guarantee it.

Ok, with the review. This book still has the Scarpetta charm - the disgusting and gross details of forensic science is still here. She still grabs dead bodies and slice up their organs. Haha... enough with the gory details. Well, blowfly's story continues the Scarpetta saga, returning characters more chilling than ever. Why the title, I still can't tell why, but the story is meaty and long. There are lots of page turners that will let you... well, turn the page. What's nice about Cornwell's writing style is she divides the story into small, 2 to 3 page chapters,making it easier to read. It also helps her to make the reader visualize the story in different standpoints, so the story will weave into one huge story, full of twists and turns than a roller coaster ride.

The epilogue will pump up the blood of the readers, but you will still think that the book is "fast-forwarded" near the end - typical Cornwell. Fast forward meaning, Corwell kills every villain (except one) in like, 4 chapters. Tinamad na siguro magsulat si Cornwell. Oops, spoilers. :)

Anyways, if you're up to detailed gore and pancreas cutting, Blowfly is for you. You can't go wrong with Cornwell.