December 26, 2007
The short story: I have a brain the size of a tilapia’s! I fell on a fish pond.
The long story (Or what was going on in my mind): This pond is so small, the water so murky. Are there really fishes here?
Ah so, Uncle’s taking his eldest grandson fishing. But something seems to smell fishy. The kid keeps scratching his head, saying, “Wala man!”
Sweat is starting to form on grandpa’s forehead. He can’t spoil this grandpa-grandson day out! He is taking the line with a do-or-die mien.
At last, a tilapia is biting the bait. The size is disappointing—It’s not yet of cooking age. Nevermind. Just look how happy grandpa and grandson are.
Wait, Uncle’s moving the line toward me. Am I supposed to get the catch off the hook? Okay, my honor.
My, my, the fish is putting up such a fierce fight. It might fa—it fell on the ground! I must catch it. I can’t ruin their grandpa-grandson day out. Oops, the tiny scaly devil keeps on wriggling, toward the water! I have to lean some more—
Splaaaash!
Is this really happening to me? Look at grandpa and grandson. What a joy, what a joy they feel! They’ve caught one very big, very stupid tilapia.
2 comments:
...hahaha..
its juz that you're not wearing your glasses..hehehe
it aint stupidity...i guess..
accident???
Yeah, I left my glasses at home.
Anyway, at least, I made the other people laugh really hard hehe.
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