One Filipino way of life that I can never allow is the dwelling of inconsiderate souls who possessed a self-imposed illusion of self-entitledment in places where a long queue is existing. These are the inferior folks who prefer to cut into the line may it be at an ATM, a supermarket, a convenience store or a ticket booth to buy a movie pass or metro train ticket.
In no way would I accept any considerable amount of animated excuse from these individuals. I do not allow those who would explain that they are in a hurry or their transaction would be quick or they simply pretend not to see the long obvious line.
If I fall in a long queue I would usually grow body hair of impatience and my big bulging eyes would usually flash a discernible sign declaring “Do not cut in on pain of death: Pumila Ka!” Otherwise, an absolute flash of verbal abuse is what they get for them to back off. These verbal abuses would usually be accompanied with a nose bleeding expatriate-like accent.
If the moron who cut into the line would pretend not to hear the bolts of thunder coming out of my mouth, I never hesitate on calling the establishment’s officer or manager to report the matter. I make sure that other mortals standing in queue would hear my report as if I am making a silly scene. This would usually result into shame and embarrassment for the dimwit line cutter. From an expatriate-like accent I would shift my inflection into a clear Pinoy tone and would utter “Bobo ka ba? Pumila ka!” (Are you stupid? Fall in line!) while the humuliated soul place himself at the end of the line.
Hwag kang madugas. Pumila ka!
Thonz Viola, the 2009 top-3 national bartending champion I wrote about a couple of blog-posts ago gave the ultimate pride and honor to the whole nation. He was judged as the Grand Prize Winner in the recently concluded 2009 ASEAN Bartending Competition held last June 19 in World Trade Center.
While having lunch with an officemate, 2 of our operations guy came to join us. The one was greeted by the server with a big smile complimenting what he was wearing, barking that he looks like a celebrity. When I asked who the celebrity he was talking about, the server blurted the name of George Estregan – a Pinoy actor of circa ’70s known as the King of Bomba Films.
During my preschool years, after spending the whole day playing outside our house in Pasay, I would usually fall asleep right on the sofa of our living room. Under deep snooze due to exhaustion, I would often feel the stubbles of his chin against my forehead and smell the musk that emanates from his chest. I would lightly be awaken by a firm set of arms that would carry my small frail body to where I am really supposed to spend the rest of the night. Upon gaining slight consciousness from the process of picking me up from the sofa and carrying me into his strong arms and shoulders, I would go back to a calm state of sleep knowing that he is around to watch over, shelter and care for me for the rest of his life.
My brain has been leaking for three long years, the result of which is this blog. Only now that I have come to my senses that I am actually a blogger. 
Nengkoy 
