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a twisted little soul... people see me to be so delicious they sometimes want to eat me...

Nengkoy and the Provincial Wet Markets

Every time the family would go out of town, Nengkoy never fail to drop by at a town’s wet market to purchase the local produce of the province.  She would buy vegetables from kalabasa to ampalaya.  She would buy herbs and spices from bawang to sili.  She would buy fish from bangus to tuna.  She would buy meat from longganisa to bulalo.

This practice of Nengkoy always makes me fumingly irritated.  I always thought that this is such a waste of time since all the things that Nengkoy buys are actually available in Manila supermarkets.  This makes the journey back to Manila a very long and tiring process.  Nengkoy’s inevitable practice would eventually physically drain and wear out everyone not only because of the long ride home but also of the corporeal necessity of either waiting furiously or going around the busy wet market, carrying all the purchased stuff and fixing everything inside the car.

One classic example was our ride home from Manaoag, Pangasinan.  Before leaving Manaoag, me and Nengkoy went out of the church yard to buy bags of Calasiao rice cakes and the native “tupig”.  When we reached Villasis, Pangasinan, she instructed Kuya Willie to make sure to park the car at Villasis public market for she wants to buy stuffs for her kitchen stocks.  At this point, I tried to compose myself, control my tantrum and eventually agreed on stopping for I wanted to light a cigarette.  in due course, she bought kilos of the following produce: onions, garlic, squash, bitter gourds, Dagupan milk fish, cucumbers, broccolis and leeks – as if these perishables are either extinct or are hard to find in Manila.

After the tedious haggling for a cheaper price (which by the way Nengkoy is an expert of), carrying the heavy loads and fixing everything inside the van, the whole family continued its journey back home to Manila.  During the course of the journey, only then that I realized that Nengkoy’s habit is actually a good thing.

It is a good thing for it provides opportunity for folks in the provinces to earn and be able to sell their products even though they are miles away from the busy metropolis.  It is a good thing for it provides them income that would pay for their everyday needs.  It is a good thing because it enables provinces to receive a portion of the economy’s pie.  Nengkoy’s practice help disperse wealth and money to the outskirts of Metro Manila and not just to the bank account of either Gokongwei’s supermarkets or Henry Sy’s super malls.

This is such an enriching realization.  Thus, next time Nengkoy would go out of town and would like to stopover and buy some stuff, I would just shut my big mouth and try to enjoy the experience.

Sige palengke kung palengke! Go!

The Lady of Manaoag

It was my first time to step in the majestic church of our Lady of Manaoag.  The first thing I felt was tranquility even if there was presence of a lot of pilgrims.  The Lady standing at the altar was very peaceful and serene.  It gave me a warm feeling.

Being in the church premise gave me the feeling of old Pinas where mendicants are present just right outside of the church yard.  Unlike here in Manila mendicants are everywhere out to harass everyone.

What did I prayed for?  Certainly, I prayed for peace and simplicity on the complexities of life ahead.  I prayed for all my relatives, friends, co-workers and myself.  I also prayed for all the requests and desires of all people inside the church.  Of course, I thanked God for all the blessings that came and will come my way.

There is a belief that a person should wish for something when entering a church for the first time.  Without doubt, I did wish for something which I would not want to reveal.  Only God knows.  It’s one thing that I would like to keep as a secret between me and Him.  I know that through the intercession of our Lady of Manaoag this wish will eventually come true.

Actually, spending the whole day with Nengkoy and the whole family going to and from Manaoag talking about life experiences is already one great wish that already came true.  I’m looking forward to returning and visiting the Lady.

Simpleng saya, simpleng ligaya. ‘Yan ang gusto ko!

Aunt Lidya

It was a long ride going to Manaoag, Pangasinan.  It is inevitable that the whole family would talk anything and everything under the sun.  Call it – quality bonding.  Anyway, since Pangasinan is the home province of my father, it is impossible not to talk about family.  One topic that truly amazed me was how my Aunt Lidya (eldest sister of Nengkoy) got married to Uncle Manong.  It was all because of a bisikleta (bicycle)!

Pretty Lidya who had a boyfriend then was abducted by Manong, one of the manliligaw (suitor), using a bisikleta.  Call it tradition, custom or idiocy but during the old days, when a lady will be tanan (abducted) by a manliligaw the lady would have no choice but to marry the guy – may the lady like him or not.  This is to save the face, decency and reputation of the woman who already spent some time alone with a man.

Lidya was abducted by Manong using a bisikleta.  He pedaled their way from Pasay to Luneta (now Rizal Park), which is only approximately 5 kilometers apart.  The two spent the late evening in the park.  The following morning, my grandparents had no choice but to arrange an immediate marriage between the two.

This episode would be hilarious and outrageous if it would happen nowadays.  But talk about love and destiny, Lidya and Manong never got separated as a couple.  True love eventually bloomed between the two.  During the last breath of Manong, who spent his last years in Canada due to old age, Lidya was by his bedside.

Grabe! Ang haba ng hair ni Auntie! Pang-tanan material ang ganda!

Think Free

In less than a month from now, I would be a year older.  At my mature age, I swear that I would no longer think of how the others would see me as a person.  As long as I am happy and know that I would enjoy anything or any circumstance that I would come in contact with, I would go for it.  No soul can stop me from doing or achieving whatever I want.  I am empowered.

Think free! These are the two powerful words that I actually saw flashing inside my head in bold psychedelic blinking colored lights while I am writing this article.

Why do we always have to seek everybody else’s approval for almost anything?  Who cares about what the rest of the world thinks?  “Be what you want to be” is a first-rate faculty! Thinking of how others would think of me is so 10,000 seasons ago.

O ‘di ba?! Ang lalim…

Isadora

I seldomly got the chance to watch Iisa Pa Lamang teleserye.  But when I do, I must admit I enjoy watching it not because of the lead stars acting, not because of the story, not because of anything else but Isadora (Cherry Pie Picache’s role/character).  I am not the type who would watch the show fully stumped on the television for I would do other things when the TV is on.  However, every time its Isadora’s turn to speak, I would stop on whatever I am doing and would superglue my senses to the boobtube to watch and listen to her.

I like Isadora for she is brilliantly scheming.  She could get away with anything.  Isadora chose to be evil and she’s doing a great job being one.  I like Isadora for she is smart.  Every line that would come out of her mouth is full of sting with shrewd manipulations which only shows how stupid the other characters are.  I like Isadora for she is funny.  If you would not take her seriously, she is actually comic and hilarious.  She would always give me a good laugh every time she would shock and scare her nemesis with her witty expressions and counter attacks.

If you combine all Hollywood and Pinoy evil characters, it would come out nothing but a juvenile scare if compared to her.  Isadora does not need to transform her physical features into something petrifying to terrify a person – like grow fangs, raise messy hairs, drool green slimes, cut herself into two, turn her head 360 degrees, etc.  She does not need to use armaments (guns, grenades, bombs, etc) not do “orasyon” (magic spells) or “kulam” (witchcraft) to terrorize those people who would try to get into her wicked ways.  All she needs to do is speak to scare the wits out of you.

I like Isadora.  She is evil.  She is heinous.  She is immoral.

Iboto si Isadora para Presidente!

Money Chant…

Normally, when I want to memorize the lines of a good song, I would usually print out a copy of the lyrics in a small piece of paper and would stick it at the side of my computer monitor in the office.  This is for me to refer to the printed copy everytime I would forget a word or a line while trying to sing it loud while working.  When I already memorized it and a new good song comes along, I would type, print and attach a copy of the new song and replace the old one.

However, after reading a book entitled “The Secret” written by Rhonda Byrne I no longer stick a printed copy of songs on my computer monitor.  Instead, I took some lines from the book, incorporated it, print it in a small piece of paper and affix it on the side of my monitor.  This is now my personal incantation which I would review and utter every time I got the time to do so.

The book reveals the “law of attraction” and teaches about positive thinking.  It somewhat affirms the power of the spoken words.  It asserts that whatever you think will be attracted towards you and the universe (in its own weird means) will find a way for it to transpire and come true.

Here is what I actually picked out from the book and integrated together to come out with my Money Chant…

“I am the master of my thoughts

I am receiving now

I am receiving all the good in my life now

I am receiving a good prosperous life now

 

Life is so easy

Life is so good

All good things come to me

 

I can afford all the things that I want

Money comes easily and frequently

More money for me!

 

I have more than enough

There is an abundance of money

Money is on its way to me

 

I am a money magnet

I love money and money loves me

I am receiving money everyday

 

I feel wonderful.  I feel so good

I treat myself with love and respect

I am beautiful inside and out

People love me”

Salamat kay kumareng Rhonda, mayaman at yayaman pa ko!

The Loss of Pasay, the Gain of Manila

Pasay City has just loss its most delicious resident.  I am no longer a resident of splendid Pasay.  Last September 14, I officially moved to the bravura City of Manila, one of the zaniest cities of the country.

I know that I will not miss much in Pasay since the City of Manila possesses the same character that Pasay has.  I wish to enjoy my stay in Manila for it basically has the same polluted air, crime rate and it’s as dirty as Pasay.  The streets are also filled and surrounded by wicked thieves, hold-uppers, drug infused mendicants and psychotic taong-grasa.  Population explosion is so current in my new city for I can see bunch of asim-smelling street kids unminded by their idiotic parents.  Similar to Pasay, walking the street of Manila is like an obstacle course due to the presence of stinky poop left behind by flea-infested anorexic-looking street dogs.

At least now, the City of Manila can brag that it has the most delicious soul to step on the face of earth… Me.

Parang walang nabago… ganon pa rin… Tsing!

Creepy Text

It was scary, eerie and disturbing.  It was thought provoking, bloodcurdling and creepy.  It kept me awake throughout the night I wanted to take a bath using holy water.  It is not yet Halloween but I recently received a chilling story through text message that says…

Isang gabi, may lalaking nasiraan ng kotse sa isang liblib na bayan sa tapat ng sementeryo na may malaking puno ng balete.  May lumapit na nakaitim na matanda na may ibebentang isang libro sa halagang P2,000.

Namahalan sya pero napilitan syang bilhin dahil sa takot.  Habang nanlilisik ang mga mata, sabi ng matanda na may mahahaba at maiitim na kuko, “hwag mong titingnan ang huling pahina kundi magsisisi ka!”  Tapos nawala ang matanda! Umandar ang kotse.

Sa bahay di sya nakatulog.  Pilit na iniisip ang nangyari sa liblib na lugar.  Kinuha nya ang libro at nanginginig na tiningnan ang huling pahina.  Nakasulat: “National Bookstore P39.50”  Bwahahaha!

You need to drag your mouse on the space in between the quotation marks to see what was written.  Be careful and take a deep breath before you drag your mouse.

Ingat!

Wer U Na, Manang Bola?

I always wonder what it would be like in the future.  Would I be richer, more delicious with young looking skin, more fun to be with, possess all things I want to have, meet all the people I want to chance upon and visit all the places I want to see?  I officially miss Manang Bola the luquacious forgetful fortune teller of Batibot (the Pinoy counterpart of Sesame Street).

Now that I am older, I have enough resources to go to her, talk to her and would inquire on how life will be in the future.  But she is nowhere to be found.  We would have to refer to her notorious Perlas Na Bilog about my exciting future.  Now that Manang Bola is nowhere to be found, I wonder if she discerned through her crystal ball that one day she will be out of the limelight.

Perlas na bilog hwag tutulog-tulog, sabihin sa akin ang sagot. Ba be bi bo bu…

Phils vs. Phelps

General Info:

  • Phils – a democratic country
  • Phelps – a swimmer

Population:

  • Phils – 94,000,000+
  • Phelps – 1

No. of times participated in the Olympics:

  • Phils – 19 Olympics (since 1924)
  • Phelps – 3 Olympics (since 2000)

No. of athletes sent to Olympics since first participated:

  • Phils – 465 athletes in various sports discipline
  • Phelps – 1 (swimming)

No. of Olympics gold medals:

  • Phils – zero (bokya, itlog, butata)
  • Phelps – 14 (tumataginting)

One elusive gold medal will make our country with 94 million mortals to feel very proud and happy yet Michael Phelps a solo human being actually earned 14 outstanding gold medals.  Ewww! What an irony!

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That’s nasty! Tinalo tayo ni Phelps ng bonggang-bongga!