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Your tree hugging hippie wannabe

Posted by darbs on December 17, 2009

I am not sure if  people considered me a hippie and/or a “tree hugger” the way I have presented myself in the blah-gisper.  But  If I did,  then so be it. What could these haters do anyway? Ah!- except ridicule me in their blogs which I care less. Hippie if you don’t know yet is a way of life. They are human beings who also live among us.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hippie

I might be what they think I am, but for sure,  I could not be an Ampatuan Massacre hugger like the lady in black dress (na may nunal) featured in December 4-10, 2009 issue of  Asian Journal.

Tree hugger wannabe

Not your typical tree hugger

Last fall while relaxing at the park, the city cutters/pruners came in full force. By the look of the equipments they were carrying, I knew they were up for something big.  Obviously, they were not there to prune branches but bring down a tree.

Wondering why they have decided to cut the tree, because from a “tree hugger’s” point of view, there was nothing wrong with the  tree. It looked healthy to me.

I should mind my own business right? It’s their  job as laid out in their job descriptions. And without so much trees in New York City to take care of, there is no need for a city tree pruners position.  As we always hear the saying, “Trabaho lang walang personalan..”

For some reasons, I did not stay still.  Without delay, I approached the man holding a  roaring chainsaw that was whirling frantically carried a familiar deafening eerie and hair raising sound of death.

From a safe distance,  I raised my question in a respectful manner.  At that moment, I could only think of being lucky because the man holding the chainsaw was not a “tree hugger” hater  and most of all not  Andal Sr  who according to the rumor, had used chainsaw to cut a person head’s off  as  the story goes;

the chainsaw and the tree

Tuloy natin ang kwento tungkol sa asawa ni Andal Sr na na-in love sa ibang lalaki. Pinapatay daw ni Andal Sr ang lalaki sa pamamagitan sa pagpugot ng kanyang ulo gamit ang chainsaw na ginagamit sa logging. Ito ay ginawa sa harap ng ama ng lalaki. (Source: Mam Ellen’s Blog)

The tree cutter was kind enough to turn off the chainsaw, then there was the sound of silence. He then explained to me patiently that “the tree has to go because it is dying and a hazard to the park goers.” Of course, he was right. Few nights ago during the thunder storm a tree fell  down nearly missed my neighbor’s car.

dead tree nearly missed my neighbor's car

The older man to my right, (I guess) jokingly asked me, “Are you one of those tree huggers boy?” I responded him with a smile.

* Smile translated as: “if I were a tree hugger, what are you… a tree killer? waahahahah!”

Then, I watched them cut the tree down.

lemon tree not so pretty but well and alive


25 Responses to “Your tree hugging hippie wannabe”

  1. Evan said

    I am a tree-hugger too Darbs… I used to climb mountains while I was still in the Philippines. Nakat-kat na ko sa Mt. Apo. Almost hugged every tree I saw.🙂

  2. am i base?!🙂

  3. im not tree hugger actually.. hehehe.. maybe tree killer! haha kidding!

    morning!🙂

    • darbs said

      whaaat? that angelic beauty (ehem) a tree kil…er … oppss… joke lang pala.

      thanks for passing by! maki-vacation na rin sa Amazing Thailand! – Phuket part 1 and part 2 in few moments.

      Pahiram ng Blue Lagoon Picture:

      Summer na summer ka dyan habang kami dito sa kabilang ibayo nanginginig sa lamig.

      • aahaha.. kidding lang, mabait ako!lols! ngek, i tot base aku.. hehe, thnx!

        yup, summer na summer nga, jan sa inyu cold na cold, nagyeyelo naba?! hehe, thnx for posting my pics! sarap maligo! yehhhaaa!

        • darbs said

          Winter na winter na talaga dito at nanginginig ang mga tuhod. makikiligo na lang kahit sa tingin man lang. makikisigaw na rin nang… yeehaaah!

  4. dencios said

    hay……

    naawa ako sa punong pinutol!

    kaya yung puno sa amen di namen pinaputol nung nagpatayo kami ng bahay kaya ayun lagi syang namumunga! laging hitik.😀

    • darbs said

      Bossing Dens, pareho tayo maawain. nakakaawa ngang tingnan. nakakaawa na nga pinanood pa talaga hanggang ang kahoy ay bumagsak sa lupa. pero ang galing nung mga tree cutters. professional talaga. doon talaga nila pinabagsak sa area na walang madadamay na ibang kahoy.

    • darbs said

      @Bossing Dens, bat protected na yang blogsite mo? Watz wrong bro?

      • lee said

        lakay, nagpapa kyut nanaman yang kumpare natin, nawala lang ako sa ere (nagpururot yung akong proxy) ng mga ilang araw e pagpasok ko sa site nya naka lock na ang pinto.

  5. lee said

    im not a tree hugger bhai, im a human hugger jejeje.
    yup yup, my mom and friends used to call me hippieng hilaw kasi mahilig ako sa mga pormang hippie, till now naman hippie pa rin at naliligo naman regularly (yung mga hippie kc nung araw di naliligo).
    ala na kong pakelam sa mga punong pinuputol, kasi sa dami ng mga kawalanghiyaan ng tao sa panahon ngayon e napakasimple nalang na kawalanghiyaan yung pagputol ng puno,infact di nga nila kinokonsider na kawalanghiyaan yun e(pansin ko ang dami nung word na walanghiya hehehe).
    kung ang pagpugot ng ulo ang ginawa ni amputaan dun sa kalaguyo ng kanyang asawa e dina rin masakit,black-out na,wala ng pakiramdam,dina nagtagal ang paghihirap kesa dun sa alam kong
    ibinigti sa ulo sa ibaba yung kalaguyo ng asawa nya hanggang sa mamatay,imagine,ang lufet nun.

    • darbs said

      @Lee, para ka palang si Barney. “Big hug!” Maki Barney singing contest na nga lang. Ito pala ang kanta. Lahat ata ng mga bata alam ang awiting ito.

      i love you / you love me / were a happy family / with a great big hug / and a kiss from me 2 you / wont you say you love me 2 / i love you / you love me …

      Truth is, I heard about the word “hippie” noong kapanahunan pero hindi ko pinapansin dahil akala ko expression lang or curse na para bang “pesting yawa ka!” or “hudiyo kang dako” or “Judas kang walay puangod!” or “giatay kang bataa ka!” or “hippie kang animala ka!”

      However, dahil nga mahilig tayong mag-blog hop at mag leave ng comment at makisawsaw de sabaw, the word “hippie” came to my attention from one of the blogs. Sabi pa doon sa nakapaskil ng about page sa isang blogger ay ganito.

      For those who read, loved, and reacted to the articles on this site, thanks for paying a visit. For those who hated it, get real! I always tell them, “check your premises…” When dealing with commenters, these are my rules:

      * I don’t want to deal with hippies! (Source: http://fvdb.wordpress.com/about-2/ )

      Sabi ko pa after mabasa ko ang nakapaskil, “may mga HIPPIES?” Totoo ka? cool!

      On top of that, lately I met some real hippies at my end. Inamin talaga nilang sila ay mga hippies. They are cool people too. Cool as in cool! Like PEACE MAN!

      Kaya ito, maki-hippie na nga. bwahahah!

      Anyway, ung story ni Andal Sr. isa lang yan sa mga story telling de aten-aten lang ito sa habagatang Mindanao.

      Talking on brutality? Here is one.

      Very popular story noong around 1980’s sa bandang Marawi naman ito.

      Si babae na taga Marawi nakipagtanan daw sa isang lalaking kung tawagin nating kristiano (politically correctness set aside) get real people! – dahil yan naman talaga ang tawag nang mga tao sa banda doon kung hindi ka kasapi sa kanilang angkan/tradisyon/relihiyon.

      At alam na rin natin kung ano ang tawag sa kanila na hindi kasapi sa grupong pananampalataya.

      At dahil nga I should follow protocol daw, delicadesa, sensitivity and no bigotry kaya no name calling na lang. Isip-isipin ko na lang daw ang ECUMENISM, INTER-FAITH… instead of building walls why not bridges daw.

      Tuloy ang story:

      So nagtanan si babae kay lalaki dahil nga hindi puedi sa kanila na ang babae makuha sa lalaking iba ang paniniwala.

      Pero huwag ka, okey sa kanilang lalaki ang tumira sa mga babaeng hindi nila kasapi. It was an acceptable practice then and I have no idea how it is now.

      Years and years ang lumipas. Sa katagalan na ng panahon parang nag-ka-anak na ung mag-asawa na dahil parang ikinasal na rin ata, akala napatawad ni Ama kaya umuwi sa bayan si babae, kasama ang anak at asawa.

      According sa haka-haka, ibinitay ang lalaki sa harap ng madla. Puedi rin ung isang version na inilibing na buhay ung lalake. Puedi ring ganamitan ng chainsaw. Basta ang end result was ded bol ung lalaki. walang patawad.

      I am not sure kung totoo ang story pero yan ang isa sa mga story telling a lie doon sa aming bayan.

      • lee said

        ausus ginuo namang isturya yan bhai, nakakatakot, napaka violins (sabi ni alma moreno, di nga sya makaalam ng gitara violins pa).

        bhai, totoo yang hippie, mga peace man sila in the time op the flower power, puro sila peace man at ayaw nila ng hindi cool dahil puro sila cool at palagay koy yan ang naman natin lakay sa mga hippie, ang cool (kaya eto kapal ng jacket kong suot).

        eto nga, yung aking friendster na lalaki nagtangay ng magandang babaeng kapanalig ng kanilang paniniwala, hanggang ngayon wanted dead or alive ang aking friendster even after 10yrs nat my 4 ng mga anak, pero yung kapanalig nila na nanligaw sakin nung araw (balak akong gawing ika-4 na asawa) ahahay, payag ang tatay basta daw mag convert ako sa kanilang paniniwalang nakakulubong, pero di naman ako tinanong kung ako bay payag???
        ang resulta, pinalampas ko raw ang napaka gandang opportunity na maging ika-4 na asawa ng kanilang feeling na machong machong brusko na anak na mukhang patola.

        • lee said

          i mean “namana natin” naman lang ang aking nai typo.
          mga smoking pots sila bhai,pero silay mga cool na kasing cool-lit natin nyehehe.

          • darbs said

            haiz, yang pot na yan parang hindi ko ata masakyan dahil ayon pa sa haka-haka ang epekto, para dawng nilulutang ka sa kailalimlaliman. i don’t know if it was true, hindi pa kasi ako nakatikim ng usok de pots na yan just like Bill C. na sininghot lang hindi ibinuga.nyahahahah!

        • darbs said

          Well, tip of the ice-berg pa lang yan. maraming story telling a lie na kamukha nyan sa lupang mindanao o sa ibang bahagi ng Islang Pinas. kung ayaw nilang maniwala balikan na lang nila ang nangyari noong November 23, 2009. Minsan nagtataka ako kung saan galing ang pagka-utak pulbura sa kultura natin. higit sa lahat walang takot sa babala lang, dapat may dalang baril at paputok bago panininiwalaan. Tingnan mo tuloy parang kanya kanyang dala na ng armas ang mga taong nakaka-afford bumili at mag target practice kahit hindi miembro ng hukbong bayan este hukbong militar ng pilipinas.

          Anyway, may story ka rin pala tungkol sa panliligaw na yan. hahahah! at wanted dead or alive pa talaga si friendster. kung ako sa kanya, wag na syang magpakita pa… forever na yan unless magbago ang patakaran. but who will trust the patakaran anyway… haiz buhay.

          Well, uso din pala ang panglimang asawa basta makaka-afford ng bayagra.

  6. Puwedeng na rin akong tree hugger kasi may mga puno kami ng mga lansones sa paligid ng bahay nuon. Medyo katulad ng sabi ni Lee…Hiping hilaw din ako…gustong mag long hair(di puwede kasi barbero ang tatay)…maong na kupas ang paborito…tshirt lang ok na…musika at posters ng 70’s ang naibigan…pangarap ko ang beetle ng Volkswagen nung araw.

  7. darbs said

    Welcome to the club Super lolo. At least may marami pala akong kasamang tree hugger. hahahah! Totoo ka lo, hiping hilaw ang tawag sa atin or hippies wannabe dahil ung totoong hippie here in upstate New york may community talaga sila. They live in a communal farm. Very self-sufficient sila. Kapanahunan mo pala nagsimula ang sub-culture na yan lo. hahahah! tenk you po sa dalaw.

  8. ” i think i shall never see,
    a poem as lovely as a tree,

    ….(fastforward)…

    …but only God can make a tree.

    (Joyce Kilmer)

    • darbs said

      Tama ka dyan Padz. This poem “Tree” reminds me of “I have a little pony” grade school classic. Dahil inumpisahan po ninyo tatapusin ko na lang po. Hopefully, I will not be copybackhoed for putting the entire Tree poem here. Thanks by the way padz for the intro and out of curiosity googled the poem. without paligoy ligoy here is the poem…

      The Tree by Joyce Kilmer

      I THINK that I shall never see
      A poem lovely as a tree.

      A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
      Against the sweet earth’s flowing breast;

      A tree that looks at God all day,
      And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

      A tree that may in summer wear
      A nest of robins in her hair;

      Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
      Who intimately lives with rain.

      Poems are made by fools like me,
      But only God can make a tree.

  9. tree hugger?

    count me in, darbs.

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