Episode 2:
Again I was sitting at table, relaxing, inhaling the evening air, watching the people, bla bla bla. Still insisting (uselessly) that salads have less calories than normal plates , I had ordered a salad. Now this salad had floors/storeys. At this point I was only able to see and inspect the topmost layer, which, believe me, looked delcious. Further inspections showed that it also TASTED delicious, this top floor. But curiosity made the cat want to differ, and so I innocently delved into the next floor, mixed salad.
It went something like this:
*munch* *munch* *munch* *CRUNCH* *munch*.
My mind quickly recalled the list of supposed ingredients of this salad, and none was supposted to CRUNCH. A shiver ran down my spine as a very long array of possible producers of this CRUNCH now flashed very clearly. Finally I simply blamed my imagination and proceded to intaking another lot.
This time, it went something like this:
* CRUNCH* *muCRUNCH* *CRUNCH* *CRUNCH*.
yukk. I spit it out. It felt like sand, but there was nothing in there. I could se nothing that remotely looked like sand. And no, it wasn't a particularly hard time of ground pepper. It didn't taste like pepper.
What does one do in such occasions. Drop the fork and stop eating. No I didn't complain, even though I should have because I just wanted to leave.
Again, no gran Finale.
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Sunday, November 01, 2009
un appreciated adventures
Episode 1:
Was sitting at table, eating, enjoying a calm afternoon and relaxing while a slow hussle and busstle of customers came and went. All was next to perfect until my gaze fell on something black that could have easily been mistaken for a pattern on the tiles hadn't:
a) the tiles been completely white
b) the thing been proud owner of 6 legs
c) the said thing been moving
Mr. C was taking a stroll because like me, he seemed to enjoy the lovely afternoon-turning-into-night air. It moved around casually, admiring what was offered for dinner, artfully avoiding feet and obviously giving that extra attention to me.. by now turned completely green. Because, I was not only faced with the fear of a very fast, unpredictable, huge, black insect but also with the fear of the food I was eating. The reason being very obvious: Mr. C. had made his grand entrance through the kitchen door, the place were my up-until-a-few-minutes-before delicious plate was prepared!
From here, the most logic thing to make.. raise your frightened finger and bring Mr. C. to the attention of a waiter. For an extra precaution I added a "squash it" with the logical "There's a cockroach over there." The waiter, most politely, knodded and walked off. Incredibly not coming back. By this time me and Mr. C. had put aside all differnces (except that where his feet were fixed on the ground, and mine were skillfully raised at a safe height), put aside all formalities and were on personal basis.
Don't expect a climax other than our exchanging email address, because there isn't going to be one. The waiter continued busying himself with the customers and ignoring Mr. C. I stood, paid and walked out.
*Fullstop, start a new line*
Was sitting at table, eating, enjoying a calm afternoon and relaxing while a slow hussle and busstle of customers came and went. All was next to perfect until my gaze fell on something black that could have easily been mistaken for a pattern on the tiles hadn't:
a) the tiles been completely white
b) the thing been proud owner of 6 legs
c) the said thing been moving
Mr. C was taking a stroll because like me, he seemed to enjoy the lovely afternoon-turning-into-night air. It moved around casually, admiring what was offered for dinner, artfully avoiding feet and obviously giving that extra attention to me.. by now turned completely green. Because, I was not only faced with the fear of a very fast, unpredictable, huge, black insect but also with the fear of the food I was eating. The reason being very obvious: Mr. C. had made his grand entrance through the kitchen door, the place were my up-until-a-few-minutes-before delicious plate was prepared!
From here, the most logic thing to make.. raise your frightened finger and bring Mr. C. to the attention of a waiter. For an extra precaution I added a "squash it" with the logical "There's a cockroach over there." The waiter, most politely, knodded and walked off. Incredibly not coming back. By this time me and Mr. C. had put aside all differnces (except that where his feet were fixed on the ground, and mine were skillfully raised at a safe height), put aside all formalities and were on personal basis.
Don't expect a climax other than our exchanging email address, because there isn't going to be one. The waiter continued busying himself with the customers and ignoring Mr. C. I stood, paid and walked out.
*Fullstop, start a new line*
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Albert issakkar go l-iskola
I wrote this story while my students where writing a composition titled "Albert issakkar go l-iskola".
Albert kien fl-isbah holma. Kien ghaddej fuq ziemel abjad halib minn go nofs foresta imsahhra meta f’daqqa wahda hlejqa orribli mimlija suf tfaccat quddiemu u kellu jieqaf hesrem. Fethet halqha, u l-ghajta li ghajtet kienet familjari hafna ghal Albert, kienet qisha… L-IZVELJARIN!
Albert tar minn gos-sodda, gera ghal kamra tal-banju fejn hasel wiccu u f’kemm ili nghidlek kien libes l-uniformi u telaq b’girja lejn l-iskola. Dik il-holma kienet kidditu mhux ftit, tant, li x’hin pogga bilqieghda fuq is-siggu, fil-klassi induna li kien ghadu mejjet bin-naghas! Il-gurnata ghaddiet b’Albert jiggieled mieghu innifsu biex ma jorqodx! Fl-ahhar ftit minuti talab lill-ghalliema tieghu biex imur jahsel wiccu izda bin-naghas li kellu serrah rasu mal-hajt tat-tojlits u raqad raqda liema bhala!
Kien il-hoss ta’ bieb tqil jinstabat li qajmu, izda x’hin fetah ghajnejh ma rax id-dawl sabih tax-xemx ta’ Mejju, imma dalma tqila miksura biss mid-dawl dghajjef tal-qamar imdendel fis-sema. Tant kienet kbira l-hasda li ha Albert li ma felahx jiccaqlaq. Ma kellux idea x’ser jaqbad jaghmel. Kif gie ftit f’tieghu beda jdur u jaghqad ma’ l-iskola u jipprova jiftah kull bieb u tieqa li sab fis-sular ta isfel, izda kollu ta’ xejn. Madankollu x-xorti riedet li kif kien kwazi ser jaqta’ qalbu, gietu idea brillanti.
Mar gabar ponn zrar mil-grawd u waddbu b’kemm kellu sahha lejn it-tieqa ta’ Gerit, mara xiha u armla li kienet toqoghod bizwit l-iskola. Beda jittama li kienet ghada ma marridx torqod. Ghaddew hames minuti u l-imbierka Gerit kienet ghada ma tfaccatx fit-tieqa. Albert rega waddab ponn zrar iehor, din id-darba b’iktar sahha minn qabel. U b’xorti tajba, wara ftit instemghet ix-xwejha tgerger u tghajjat kontra dak il-minghul li kien qed jipprova jkissrilha it-tieqa.
Albert ma damx ma fehmha x’kien gralu, u f’radda ta’ salib kien hemm rigment puluzija wara l-bieb ta’ l-iskola flimkien ma’ ommu tibki u tixher u missieru b’par ghajnejn imberqin.
Ajma x’gurnata kera kienet dik ghal Albert. Zgur li ma kienx se jerga jorqod l-iskola issa. Mela! Biex ikollu jaghmel xi lejl maqful hemm gew mal-grieden u l-wirdien!
Albert kien fl-isbah holma. Kien ghaddej fuq ziemel abjad halib minn go nofs foresta imsahhra meta f’daqqa wahda hlejqa orribli mimlija suf tfaccat quddiemu u kellu jieqaf hesrem. Fethet halqha, u l-ghajta li ghajtet kienet familjari hafna ghal Albert, kienet qisha… L-IZVELJARIN!
Albert tar minn gos-sodda, gera ghal kamra tal-banju fejn hasel wiccu u f’kemm ili nghidlek kien libes l-uniformi u telaq b’girja lejn l-iskola. Dik il-holma kienet kidditu mhux ftit, tant, li x’hin pogga bilqieghda fuq is-siggu, fil-klassi induna li kien ghadu mejjet bin-naghas! Il-gurnata ghaddiet b’Albert jiggieled mieghu innifsu biex ma jorqodx! Fl-ahhar ftit minuti talab lill-ghalliema tieghu biex imur jahsel wiccu izda bin-naghas li kellu serrah rasu mal-hajt tat-tojlits u raqad raqda liema bhala!
Kien il-hoss ta’ bieb tqil jinstabat li qajmu, izda x’hin fetah ghajnejh ma rax id-dawl sabih tax-xemx ta’ Mejju, imma dalma tqila miksura biss mid-dawl dghajjef tal-qamar imdendel fis-sema. Tant kienet kbira l-hasda li ha Albert li ma felahx jiccaqlaq. Ma kellux idea x’ser jaqbad jaghmel. Kif gie ftit f’tieghu beda jdur u jaghqad ma’ l-iskola u jipprova jiftah kull bieb u tieqa li sab fis-sular ta isfel, izda kollu ta’ xejn. Madankollu x-xorti riedet li kif kien kwazi ser jaqta’ qalbu, gietu idea brillanti.
Mar gabar ponn zrar mil-grawd u waddbu b’kemm kellu sahha lejn it-tieqa ta’ Gerit, mara xiha u armla li kienet toqoghod bizwit l-iskola. Beda jittama li kienet ghada ma marridx torqod. Ghaddew hames minuti u l-imbierka Gerit kienet ghada ma tfaccatx fit-tieqa. Albert rega waddab ponn zrar iehor, din id-darba b’iktar sahha minn qabel. U b’xorti tajba, wara ftit instemghet ix-xwejha tgerger u tghajjat kontra dak il-minghul li kien qed jipprova jkissrilha it-tieqa.
Albert ma damx ma fehmha x’kien gralu, u f’radda ta’ salib kien hemm rigment puluzija wara l-bieb ta’ l-iskola flimkien ma’ ommu tibki u tixher u missieru b’par ghajnejn imberqin.
Ajma x’gurnata kera kienet dik ghal Albert. Zgur li ma kienx se jerga jorqod l-iskola issa. Mela! Biex ikollu jaghmel xi lejl maqful hemm gew mal-grieden u l-wirdien!
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