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A Fun Pinoy Summer Song

Where have you been this summer?  What have you been listening to while being in the full summer holiday mode?

Last night I was introduced to an exquisite song by Yoyoy Villame entitled Philippine Geography.  I never knew that such a song exists!  Thanks to Hardin Sarmiento, a co-worker who joyfully and perfectly sang this song during the exuberant and high-spirited videoke sessions in our summer outing in Infanta, Quezon.

It was a blast of fun and cheer hearing this song.  I promised myself that I would try to immortalize the song by putting it on this blog.  It’s like tickling your funny bones, you can’t help but laugh while listening to it.  The beat perfectly fits a Pinoy summer feeling.  Here’s how the fun song goes…

Philippines has a great history

According to our geography

Manila is the capital city

That is known from the other country

Metro Manila, Quezon City

Caloocan, Pasay, Makati

Marikina, Pasig, Zapote

Malabon, Las Piñas, Parañaque

 

From the north Batanes, Aparri

Ilocos Sur, Ilocos Norte

Isabela, Cagayan Valley

Mountain Province, La Union, Baguio City

Nueva Ecija, Nueva Vizcaya

Tarlac, Pangasinan, Pampanga

Zambales, Bataan, Abra

Bulacan, Cavite, Batangas, Laguna

 

Now let’s go to the Southern Luzon

Camarines Norte, Quezon

Albay, Camarines Sur

Catanduanes, Masbate, Sorsogon

And we add three islands more

Mindoro, Marinduque, Romblon

 

Then down to Visayan shore

Famous for its sugar, coconut and corn

Ay, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yeah

Cebu, Mactan, Mandaue

Ay, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yeah

Bohol, Samar, Leyte

Ay, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yeah

Iloilo, Capiz, Aklan, Antique

Palawan, Negros, Bacolod

Siquijor, Dumaguete

 

Now lets go to the land of promise

The land of Mindanao

Bukidnon, Zamboanga, Misamis

Mambahao, Butuan, Agusan, Surigao

Cagayan De Oro, Iligan, Ozamis

And the three provinces of Davao

Davao Sur, Oriental, Del Norte

Cotabato, Lanao, Sulu, Tawi Tawi

 

Ay, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yeah

Philippines has a great history

Ay, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yeah

Manila is the capital city

Ay, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yeah

All tourists are invited to see

According to our geography

Philippines is a beautiful country

Ang weird talaga ng taste ko! Aminin, napa-ngiti ka rin!

 

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Sisters Swinging Out!

British jazz pop duo, Swing Out Sisters is the first international band that I have watched in a live concert.  I remember more than 15 years ago during my college days, me and my classmates went to Ninoy Aquino Stadium to watch their first concert in the country.  The stadium was full packed.

A couple of weeks ago, along with my usual tour mate Karen Friendship, we watched the latest concert of the Swing Out Sisters at the Araneta Coliseum.  As usual and as expected there were agglomeration of people who arrived to watch the show.  One thing is noticeable though, those who went to see the concert were obviously of my same age range and grew up in the pop-cultured 80’s generation.

Me and Karen Friendship enjoyed the show.  What added more to the fun we were already having were the two couples right in front of us.  What I know usually on a double date, may it be in a concert or in a cinema, the ladies would sit beside each other and the men would settle at both ends.  This time surprisingly, it’s the men who were beside each other and their girlfriends were the ones who were sitting at each end, disabling them to do their usual girly talk.  These couples like the other watchers would stand up, sing and dance along to the tune every time a common hit song would be played and sang by the band.

What was even more surprising that got me and Karen laughed our heart out was when the song “Am I The Same Girl?” was played by the band!  Both the boyfriends jumped out of their seats, danced and sing along with the tune.  Both boyfriends were singing… “Am I the same girl, you used to know?… Yes I am! Yes I am!” while dancing, facing each other and pointing at each other not minding at all what their girlfirends were doing.  It was hilarious!

Ang saya ng palatuntunan sa entablado at sa harap namin ni Karengkeng.

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A Thousand Splendid Suns

Book_1 Last Christmas, my younger sister Bautina (Jocelyn) granted my wish to give me a book entitled “A Thousand Splendid Suns” written by Khaled Hosseini as her Christmas gift.  But it actually took me four long months to decide whether to read it or not.

It took me that long to decide if I wanted to read the book or not because I do not want to subject myself to the same roller-coaster emotions I felt when I read Khaled Hosseini’s first novel (The Kite Runner).

True enough, the story twists and turns its way through the turmoil and mayhem that ensued Afghanistan for the past decades.  The story mainly focuses on the forlorn lives of two women thrown together by fate (Mariam and Laila).  Their lives became irrevocably entangled together despite a 19-year age difference being both the wives of a brute shoemaker.  It is a powerful story about bonds of friendship, the power of human love, the beauty of blood relations, the appalling cultural inequality and the struggle to survive.

The anesthesia-less Caesarian childbirth part, the food deprivation section of the story plus the graphic brutal physical and emotional abuses experienced by both characters will fill your hearth with horror.  Even now that I have finished reading the book, I still felt the sorrow, frustration and helplessness of the women depicted in the manuscript.  It made me feel like I had gone on a journey with these two suffering women and had been beaten down and raised-up emotionally alongside them.

The words and images are rooting through my body, it made me furiously angry that such hopeless plight can exist in such a repressive regime.  This book is not for the wimps!  It’s not for the faint of heart!  It’s very shocking.  It’s very disturbing.  It’s very powerful.

Ang galing! Nakaka-takot!  Nakaka-lungkot!  Nakaka-iyak!  Nakaka-inis!  Basta nakaka!

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Summer in the Philippines has always been excruciatingly hot!  It’s so hot that the strands of my hair and my fingernails would even grow sweat glands because my skin is not enough where sweat would secrete.

Init It’s blistering hot causing me to hallucinate.  Like after drinking radio-active margarita causing my brain cells to mutate, I would think under a scorching heat of the summer sun that there’s frostbite in Metro Manila people are turning into icicles.  To alleviate myself from the hot blistering summer, I would imagine that I’m suffering from hypothermia and aggravation of bronchial difficulties due to extreme cold weather condition.  I’m thinking that it’s so cold I need to have a fire place and a heater system installed inside my unit.  Before going to sleep I need to put on earmuffs, winter mittens, thermal underwear, a scarf and a snow suit.

If plans will push through, I will bring a ski when me and my friends will head to Puerto Galera next weekend.

Makapag yosi na nga!  Masyado ng maginaw ang naiisip ko!

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