Sunday, August 19, 2007
Saturday, August 18, 2007
The Cliche: A Picture is worth...
Take me back to the islands, please!
Ren Allem
The title is Mortlockese for "hello" but literally, it means "good day". So either way, "hello" and "good day" to you.
This is my first attempt to do this so if I messed-up and do some weird stuff, please correct me and steer me in the right direction. However, since this blog is all about the rants of an old islander, nothing is set in stone. No rigid standards, no old English teacher's grammar and spell-check routines and the likes.
But first thing first. I am a Mortlockese by birth and I am proud to say that I will be one till the day I die. As for my age, I can say that I am not young any more. I am at that age where a cholestrol and glucose screen is highly recommended by my doctor. So is a colonscopy and a prescription for ED. Interestingly, because I am from that notorious Wanikar clan, my mind is still trying to convince my old self that I am still young and invincible. So every night when my arthritic joints bother me and my muscles ache, I often wonder what might have cause them.
A lot of things also make me wonder. For instance, if I am who I said I was, what in the hell am I doing here in America thousands of miles away from my beloved islands? More importantly, am I ever gonna set foot on Amwes again and let the sands of Piieman run through my fingers? Will I ever again witness the procession of atin Eor on the reef of Ochaneor trekking to their best fishing grounds on early Saturday mornings? Will I still experience the excitement of bottom fishing at Tobias' "No Smoking" spot between Piiafo and Kurum? Will I ever smell the fragrance of "akelet" in young Oneopese girls hair anymore? Do they still scare young kids on Moch by yelling, "Wisper ina!"? Do the Lekiniochese still think that some young punks from Oneop vandalized the statue in Apiniwou?
Anyway, just wondering... how life is there these days.
This is my first attempt to do this so if I messed-up and do some weird stuff, please correct me and steer me in the right direction. However, since this blog is all about the rants of an old islander, nothing is set in stone. No rigid standards, no old English teacher's grammar and spell-check routines and the likes.
But first thing first. I am a Mortlockese by birth and I am proud to say that I will be one till the day I die. As for my age, I can say that I am not young any more. I am at that age where a cholestrol and glucose screen is highly recommended by my doctor. So is a colonscopy and a prescription for ED. Interestingly, because I am from that notorious Wanikar clan, my mind is still trying to convince my old self that I am still young and invincible. So every night when my arthritic joints bother me and my muscles ache, I often wonder what might have cause them.
A lot of things also make me wonder. For instance, if I am who I said I was, what in the hell am I doing here in America thousands of miles away from my beloved islands? More importantly, am I ever gonna set foot on Amwes again and let the sands of Piieman run through my fingers? Will I ever again witness the procession of atin Eor on the reef of Ochaneor trekking to their best fishing grounds on early Saturday mornings? Will I still experience the excitement of bottom fishing at Tobias' "No Smoking" spot between Piiafo and Kurum? Will I ever smell the fragrance of "akelet" in young Oneopese girls hair anymore? Do they still scare young kids on Moch by yelling, "Wisper ina!"? Do the Lekiniochese still think that some young punks from Oneop vandalized the statue in Apiniwou?
Anyway, just wondering... how life is there these days.
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