I can’t recall if I have been to a cave. This is until my attention, interest and curiosity was called upon by the beauty, majesty and magnificence of Callao Cave in Tuguegarao Province. This grand and imposing natural formation is known as the site where the oldest human bone of a Filipino has been discovered.
Being inside Callao Cave can be considered a blessing. It was such an awesome sight. The grandiose rock formations and the dramatic effect of natural rays of the sun seeping through the holes and crevices above the chambers and domes were really breathtaking. I never imagined that such a place actually exists!
with mj, jb and willie playing with the rays of the sun…
the rarest chapel ever!
the stunning lighting effect are all natural…
Me and my colleagues (MJ, JB and Willie) felt so blessed for we were fortunate enough to behold such a magnificent work of nature! The stunning site gives you an insight that the caveman who lived inside Callao thousands of years ago must be spending some auspicious lifestyle! His architect and interior designer was no less than Mother Nature.
My experience and beautiful impression of Callao is worth a memory that can be tucked securely in a corner of my mind which can readily be pulled out later, maybe for a poem, or a short story or a song. And it will definitely take a lot for the succeeding caves that I will step into for me to get as impressed as that of the first cave that I have been to. Callao was one stupendously gorgeous cave!
Hayop sa ganda ang kwebang yon!
Worry. That is my initial feeling when the plan to go to the province of Tuguegarao has finally been confirmed. I was worried that my super hot body might assimilate with that of the hottest place in the Philippines. I was worried for it might have an effect on mankind and the environment I was worried that the integration of my mega hot body with that of the blistering climate of Tugegarao may cause the planet to explode!
my gosh… that is one hot dude! (in my dreams) hahaha!
But I was wrong because by the time I stepped on the tarmac at Tugegarao airport all I could feel was coolness. I knew right away that this super hot spot in the Philippines would be one cool place to stay. I was wrong because the only blazing hot was the weather everything else were sooo cool and refreshing. The people, the food as well as the beautiful scenery were something to chill about!
To summarize my adventure with colleagues MJ, JB and Willie, here’s one refreshing video. I hope that Ben Rector would equally be cool about my using his awesome song entitled Brand New (no copyright infringement was intended) in this video…
It was a blast!
Sa sobrang init, gusto ko nang mag dyaket!
There are two interesting and colorful characters I knew after watching two heart-felt movies this quiet weekend. One is a blue fish who is suffering from short term memory loss while the other is an old lady who is diagnosed with compulsive hoarding.
The blue forgetful fish is Dory from the movie Finding Dory (voiced by Ellen De Generes) while the loony yet passionate old lady is Doris from the movie Hello My Name is Doris (played by Sally Field).
I can totally relate to both characters! It is because aside from their being single, loveless, perky and fun, both are serious mental cases. And after watching both movies and trumpeting explosions of laughter, one thing is for sure, I adore both characters!
Though Dory and Doris may have different issues in their lives, one similar aspect in the wide spectrum of their being is that both are searching for their own self-sufficiency, individuality and life’s happiness. Both characters through their story relays that it is okay to make mistakes and that the search for joy, identity, and self-sufficiency can sometimes be achieved through some unique and unexpected ways.
Dory and Doris are some potent characters who will pull you out from your comfort zone so that you can move on to the next chapter of your life. And because of these, it’s indeed so nice knowing Dory and Doris!
Kaloka ‘tong dalawang ‘to!
Ten years. That’s how old this bloody blog is gonna be on Monday, June 20. It’s 3 years that I ran this blog over Friendster (a defunct social media site) and seven years powered by WordPress. It’s been ten years of silly and imperative writing, meaningful and thoughtless expressions, fun and boring adventures.
I know that though ten years old, this blog has yet to become massively popular. But popularity and making me a big time blogger is really not my objective of writing what I write and wrote about. I am in fact responsible in half of the views of this blog!
Nengkoy, the blog, is simply about who and what I am. This little space in the worldwide web has actually been an avenue to reveal some senseless, trivial and pointless secrets about me. Thus, here’s the tenth year anniversary song of this blog. This song is sooo me…
No I’m not gonna stop blogging yet. But let me thank all those who find time reading my posts. And I hope that though you’re not learning anything from it, you nevertheless been enjoying it. Cheers!
Sampung Taon ng Kalokohan! Salamat sa lahat…
Our word for the day is ‘Kafkaesque’. Meriam-Webster defines this adjective as “having a nightmarishly complex, bizarre or illogical quality”. And still according to Meriam-Webster, this word is “often applied to bizarre and impersonal administrative situations where the individual feels powerless to understand or control what is happening”.
The feeling of being Kafkaesque is what I believe is what majority of the Filipinos are at in the present time. This is most specifically exact with regards to the socio-political environment of the Philippines now that Rodrigo “The Punisher” Duterte, the president-elect, is about to head the country. The Pinoy populace has gone Kafkaesque despite the fact that the incoming head of state has:
- cursed and condemned the United Nations during his most recent press conference
- called the Pope a son of a whore during its 2015 visit in the country
- ridiculed Mexicans in front of the Mexican Ambassador
- uttered misogynistic comments and called himself a womanizer
- talked about his libido and sexual prowess during his campaign trails
- pronounced that he could not live without Viagra
- admitted to have permitted vigilante justice
- joked about wanting to be the first to rape a brutally murdered Australian missionary
- threatens to abolish the Congress if it plans to impeach him
- voiced out that he is to pardon himself to mass murders
- admitted his involvement with death squads
- catcalled on a respectable lady journalist during a press conference
- so used to using the Filipino-Tagalog term for “son of a bitch” as if it is one conventional and tolerable expression
kafkaesque ang peg natin dito kay manong
I don’t want to analyze and justify why he won the country’s presidential election and continues to be so loved and be so popular in this country despite all those atrocious and despicable rhetoric. And I know that my not trying to analyze and justify does not make things better. Maybe it is because like the majority of the Filipinos, I myself has gone Kafkaesque.
Mind you, the use of the word Kafkaesque is not the first time in this blog. I have utilized this word in one of my blog posts some three and a half years ago. Click this LINK (kafkaesque) to find out…
But seriously – as if the enumerated speechifying by Duterte are nothing but light, easy and cheery – the reason why I chose the word Kafkaesque is because of a recent video posted by New York Magazine in its Facebook page.
Watch this and be amazed by this stunning piece of art which commemorates Franz Kafka, the dude whose surname was the origin of the word of the day…
Parang pang sosyal naman yang word na yan!
I arrived too early and left too early for the party. Now I’m celebrating too late…
where fun is supposed happen! (in front of the iconic dan hotel)
was too early for the party…
Here’s a bunch of beautiful people who were blessed to feel, see, smell and experience the fun and excitement of this year’s Pride in the city that I came to love.
Hapi Prayd Tel Abib!
Americans may crave for the tasty mac & cheese, Italians may hanker for an authentic margherita pizza and Japanese for a shot of sake. This is a common desire and appetite if they people have been out of their country for a considerable span of time. I for one yearned for the texture, flavor and smell of Patupat.
Being a child of a Pangasinense, I grew up chomping on the sweet molasses flavor of this glutinous rice wrapped in coconut leaves weaved into a bag. Patupat during my childhood was a usual chow readily available inside our ref every time my father’s relatives living in Pangasinan visits Manila. And because of this, my DNA was programmed to crave for such if my nutritional intake has been Patupat-deficient. I can confidently say that Patupat in a way defines me. It’s in my tradition, it’s in my subconscious, it’s in my roots.
i have to steam it! it’s best consumed when hot and sticky!
patupat defines me…
I could no longer recall the time when the last time I ate a bag of Patupat. I have been craving for it! That is why when I learned that Thatcher (my niece) will be arriving in Manila from Pangasinan, the foolish request I asked her is to bring me loads of this tasty, sticky and gluey delicacy.
Now my craving has been resolved because my hearty breakfast are two bags of Patupat. I guess… Patupat defines me. Patupat is tasty, hot and sticky just like me! Yummy!
Walang kaduda-duda, Pinoy nga ako!