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sloppycrawls wrote @ 07:48 PM || rave
ANTOK, PAGOD, SAKIT NG LIKOD.

 

 

 

Yup, that's about it.




sloppycrawls wrote @ 01:06 AM || 5 raves
Wordplaying in the 1500s

This is such a funny and entertaining read. Got this from kuya jon

 Learn, people!  

The next time you are washing your hands and complain because the water temperature isn't just how you like it, think about how things used to be. Here are some facts about the 1500s.

Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May, and still smelled pretty good by June. However, they were starting to smell, so brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor. Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting married.

Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children. Last of all the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it. Hence the saying, Don't throw the baby out with the bath water.

Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof. Hence the saying, It's raining cats and dogs.

There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house.. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That's how canopy beds came into existence.

The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt. Hence the saying, Dirt poor. The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until, when you opened the door, it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entranceway. Hence the saying a thresh hold.

(Getting quite an education, aren't you?) :p

In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while.?Hence the rhyme, Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old.

Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that a man could, bring home the bacon. They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and chew the fat.

Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous.

Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or the upper crust.

Lead cups were used to drink ale or whisky. The combination would sometimes knock the imbibers out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial. They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up. Hence the custom of holding a wake.

England is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a bone-house, and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive. So they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the graveyard shift) to listen for the bell; thus, someone could be, saved by the bell or was considered a dead ringer.




sloppycrawls wrote @ 11:11 PM || 2 raves
FLUKY

Okay, so I haven’t been updating my Tabs since the “unfortunate incident.” I think I have unconsciously started a hiatus in (my) blogging. Either I was never in the mood or I just had so many things to do (without any exaggeration) that free writing took a backseat for a while. But hey, now the pen’s moving.

 

So, how am I holding up? I think I’m feeling really good now. During the Holy Week, I had a lot of time to think about things that have been bugging my mind since godknowswhen. Things that I’ve always hated to think about. Things that could instigate a major warfare if the cover hanging over them is lifted.  

 

Whoever said that there are things better left unsaid is a fucking genius.

 

Leaving things unwritten, on the other hand, is another issue. So keep your hands off my journal. XD




sloppycrawls wrote @ 05:21 PM || rave
LOSS

They say you wouldn't know the value of something unless you lost it. Well, whoever said that didn't actually elaborate how one would really feel if someone loses 70k worth of valuable things one had given so much importance to because one didn't realize just how cruel some people are.

Last Wednesday night, I felt like I was having the worst nightmare right before my very eyes. I didn't even expect such "tragedy" could happen to me at that time, when I just had one of the most wonderful times I've ever had with my two closest friends.

With the most unfortunate incident possible, fate proved once again that good times are always evanescent. When you thought you just had the best time in the world, what happens next would be a total low blow as you suddenly feel like everything just closes in on you and monsters just popping out from nowhere and started spoiling your party.

Whoever stole my precious stuff last Wednesday, I hope you rot in hell.




sloppycrawls wrote @ 04:54 AM || 6 raves
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