10 reasons why Trillanes and company packed up (according to a forwarded email)
1) Not even his mother joined them
2) Oakwood had a better lobby
3) CNN was not there to cover it
4) The hotel had run out of ice cubes
5) The APCs were parked in the lobby and not the parking lot
6) Trillianes realized being teargassed was not part of his mandate as senator.
7) Guingona thought it was an anti-erap, or pro-erap pardon rally, whatever...
8) Surrender was better than the company of Father Robert Reyes.
9) Trillianes noticed people were crying not because of the tear gas but because of him
10) Even GMA was beginning to look better the longer they stayed.
10 reasons why they should have gone to Victoria Court instead
1) They were only gonna stay for a 'short time' anyway
2) Bishop Labayen and Fr. Robert Reyes could have heard confessions
3) They could have wet the towels in the jacuzzi to combat tear gas
4) There are no wedding receptions in Victoria Court. Only honeymoons.
5) Victoria always has more people than Manila Pen
6) The APC won't know which garage to park in, sobrang dami eh.
7) The ceiling mirrors would have thrown off the raiding party.
8) ABS-CBN could have done an episode of XXX and The Buzz while covering the standoff
9) 'What happens in Victoria Court stays in Victoria court'
10) It's a good place to get screwed
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Friday, December 7, 2007
Lessons learned from Manila Pen
Sonny Trillanes has educated Filipinos on so many things:
1. It is possible to walk from Makati Trial Court to Manila Peninsula.
2. A tank can fit into the Manila Pen lobby.
3. Pinky Webb and Ces Drilon are not pretty with no makeup.
4. Ces Drilon has curly hair when it isnt blow dried.
5. Media are always the victims and the heroes even if they were accomplices in a hostage situation.
6. Guingona really has humongous ears.
7. Trillanes has serious receding hairline problems.
8. You can always turn your back to appear disdainful when you cant say anything profound.
9. You can talk about laying down your life and compare Manila Pen to Tirad Pass and still turn chicken at the first sign of teargas.
10. You can always chicken out and say it was to save lives even if it was primarily your own!
Tagalog version naman!
1. Pwede palang maglakad from Makati Trial Court to Manila Pen.
2. Kasya pala tangke sa hotel.
3. Pag naposasan pala media, nakakalimutan ang nag-aaklas, sila na muna pinag-uusapan.
4. Di pala maganda si Pinky Webb pag walang makeup.
5. Kulot pala si Ces Drilon pag di nag blower.
Kaya mga kapatid wag kalimutan pwede nang gawing educator si Trillanes, para din sa pagka pangulo ng mga sundalong madaling sumuko!
1. It is possible to walk from Makati Trial Court to Manila Peninsula.
2. A tank can fit into the Manila Pen lobby.
3. Pinky Webb and Ces Drilon are not pretty with no makeup.
4. Ces Drilon has curly hair when it isnt blow dried.
5. Media are always the victims and the heroes even if they were accomplices in a hostage situation.
6. Guingona really has humongous ears.
7. Trillanes has serious receding hairline problems.
8. You can always turn your back to appear disdainful when you cant say anything profound.
9. You can talk about laying down your life and compare Manila Pen to Tirad Pass and still turn chicken at the first sign of teargas.
10. You can always chicken out and say it was to save lives even if it was primarily your own!
Tagalog version naman!
1. Pwede palang maglakad from Makati Trial Court to Manila Pen.
2. Kasya pala tangke sa hotel.
3. Pag naposasan pala media, nakakalimutan ang nag-aaklas, sila na muna pinag-uusapan.
4. Di pala maganda si Pinky Webb pag walang makeup.
5. Kulot pala si Ces Drilon pag di nag blower.
Kaya mga kapatid wag kalimutan pwede nang gawing educator si Trillanes, para din sa pagka pangulo ng mga sundalong madaling sumuko!
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Manila Pen 101: To quote or not to quote
Samu't-saring kaalaman mula sa Manila Peninsula standoff starring Sonny Trillanes.
"What we did was not only our duty but our moral obligation," sabi ni Trillanes in justifying his latest act of defiance.
Dagdag pa niya: "It is our duty as religious individuals to do what is right."
Kahit ba nabigo ang Oakwood adventures nila.
Sagot naman ng isang kasamahan niya: "Yawa siya. Who's he to talk about moral obligation?"
Hirit pa ulit ni Trillanes : "The time is ripe for the Filipinos to make a decision."
Tapos bigla siyang tinanong ng mga reporters "Where are your supporters Sir?"
Trillanes: "They are everywhere."
At ang isa sa mga hinaing niya ay : “I entered politics. The people voted for me, but what did they do. They disrespected the more than 11 million votes that I got. They did not give representation to the people who voted for me.”
Not to mention the P100 per vote, a.k.a. vote-buying on the eve of the May 14 elections.
Sabi kasing gusto niyang makita ang table and chair niya sa loog ng Senado eh. Kulit niyo kasi.
Sayang naman term niya as Senador kaya humirit ulit siya: "I stood for the rights of the oppressed. We see now that this government will go to any length to hold on to power."
Haaaaayyyyy...
Di na nakatiis pa classmate niya buong araw eto ang status sa Yahoo Messenger niya: "I don't understand why there are people like Trillanes."
Hehehehe.
Kaya pagkatapos ng lahat lahat sa Manila pen, humirit na si CS Esperon: “We are relieved that it turned out this way. It wasn’t bloody.”
Korek check "it wasnt bloody" like the ruthless war in Mindanao.
Sinabi ni Esperon yan sa mga reporters shortly after dining on pork chop and rice with the military top brass at Villamor Air Base’s operations headquarters in Pasay City, where he monitored the hotel operations.
O divah sosyal. Pork chop and rice siya. Sa bundok sa kabuuhang pwersa ng sandatahang lakas, they are dining sardinas and rice. Nyahahaha.
Days after ng Manila Pen history, nagsalita na si Ces Drilon. May direct dial pala siya kay Trillanes.
“Another coworker told me to ask Trillanes if he was really up to something. So I called him up at midnight,” she added.
O divah... Kinabukasan katabi na niyang kinakausap si Sonny habang tinatahak ang daan papuntang Manila Pen mula sa Makati City Hall.
“If I knew what was going to happen, I wouldn’t have worn heels,” said Drilon, who marched, huffing, with Trillanes, Brig. Gen. Danilo Lim and a band of soldiers.
Pero taob silang lahat sa November 30, Saksi GMA7 news interview ni Mike Enriquez kay Maj. Gen. Fernando Mesa, head of the national capitol region command.
Kinamusta ni Mike ang sitwasyon sa Manila Pen matapos madakip sina Sonny at iba pa.
Sagot ni Gen. Mesa, "the jointness....of blah blah...." referring to the joint operation of the police and the Armed Forces of the Philippines.
Wagi! Pwede nang ipagtabi ang "jointness" ni Sir sa "escape goat" ni Ma'am live on TV.
At di pahuling humirit si CS Esperon sa mga kilos nila Trillanes... "We will not allow them to grab power because after all this is what they want?"
"What we did was not only our duty but our moral obligation," sabi ni Trillanes in justifying his latest act of defiance.
Dagdag pa niya: "It is our duty as religious individuals to do what is right."
Kahit ba nabigo ang Oakwood adventures nila.
Sagot naman ng isang kasamahan niya: "Yawa siya. Who's he to talk about moral obligation?"
Hirit pa ulit ni Trillanes : "The time is ripe for the Filipinos to make a decision."
Tapos bigla siyang tinanong ng mga reporters "Where are your supporters Sir?"
Trillanes: "They are everywhere."
At ang isa sa mga hinaing niya ay : “I entered politics. The people voted for me, but what did they do. They disrespected the more than 11 million votes that I got. They did not give representation to the people who voted for me.”
Not to mention the P100 per vote, a.k.a. vote-buying on the eve of the May 14 elections.
Sabi kasing gusto niyang makita ang table and chair niya sa loog ng Senado eh. Kulit niyo kasi.
Sayang naman term niya as Senador kaya humirit ulit siya: "I stood for the rights of the oppressed. We see now that this government will go to any length to hold on to power."
Haaaaayyyyy...
Di na nakatiis pa classmate niya buong araw eto ang status sa Yahoo Messenger niya: "I don't understand why there are people like Trillanes."
Hehehehe.
Kaya pagkatapos ng lahat lahat sa Manila pen, humirit na si CS Esperon: “We are relieved that it turned out this way. It wasn’t bloody.”
Korek check "it wasnt bloody" like the ruthless war in Mindanao.
Sinabi ni Esperon yan sa mga reporters shortly after dining on pork chop and rice with the military top brass at Villamor Air Base’s operations headquarters in Pasay City, where he monitored the hotel operations.
O divah sosyal. Pork chop and rice siya. Sa bundok sa kabuuhang pwersa ng sandatahang lakas, they are dining sardinas and rice. Nyahahaha.
Days after ng Manila Pen history, nagsalita na si Ces Drilon. May direct dial pala siya kay Trillanes.
“Another coworker told me to ask Trillanes if he was really up to something. So I called him up at midnight,” she added.
O divah... Kinabukasan katabi na niyang kinakausap si Sonny habang tinatahak ang daan papuntang Manila Pen mula sa Makati City Hall.
“If I knew what was going to happen, I wouldn’t have worn heels,” said Drilon, who marched, huffing, with Trillanes, Brig. Gen. Danilo Lim and a band of soldiers.
Pero taob silang lahat sa November 30, Saksi GMA7 news interview ni Mike Enriquez kay Maj. Gen. Fernando Mesa, head of the national capitol region command.
Kinamusta ni Mike ang sitwasyon sa Manila Pen matapos madakip sina Sonny at iba pa.
Sagot ni Gen. Mesa, "the jointness....of blah blah...." referring to the joint operation of the police and the Armed Forces of the Philippines.
Wagi! Pwede nang ipagtabi ang "jointness" ni Sir sa "escape goat" ni Ma'am live on TV.
At di pahuling humirit si CS Esperon sa mga kilos nila Trillanes... "We will not allow them to grab power because after all this is what they want?"
HuuuuuuuuuuuWhat?
That ends our Manila Pen... to quote or not to quote.Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Remembering the man who wanted to win a pulitzer
How do we say goodbye to you Boyd?
It’s been three years since your assailant pulled the trigger in Jolo on November 12, 2004.
It is difficult to accept the fate that befell you so here we are, gathered today to share pieces of our memories of you. To many of us, you were not just a partner in coverage. You were a dear friend and touched the lives of journalists across the country.
It was your time Boyd, we gently let you go as you enjoy His
paradise, a place where there is no hurry to submit photos and where you can enjoy watching your favorite cartoons and play games online. No deadlines.
A year after the incident, murder charges were filed against two suspects. The police in the Autonomous Region in Muslim Mindanao (ARMM) said charges were filed in the office of the Sulu Provincial Prosecutor.
The head of the Task Force Lumawag then identified the suspects as Itting and Omar Sailani, both they said are members of the Abu Sayyaf group and wanted for kidnapping in Basilan in 2001. At that time they remained at large.
Two months later, then Southern Command chief Lt. Gen. Alberto Braganza said Itting Sailani was wounded in an encounter with members of the Marine Battalion Landing Team 9 (MBLT9) in Bus-bus, Jolo but escaped.
In June 20, 2007, the military said your perpetrators were slain by intelligence operatives while bathing at a river in Barangay Baiwas, Sumisip, Basilan. They still insisted it was the Sailani brothers who killed you.
I remember you.
Joy and I were on our way home when my cellphone rang four years ago. It was Dennis Sabangan, European Pressphoto Agency (EPA) Philippines chief, on the other line. Dennis usually calls when news breaks out or if he needs to verify information. He broke the news of your death while Joy and I were onboard a public utility vehicle nearing Bankerohan Bridge.
Dennis said over and over again, you wanted to be the Robert Capa of the Philippines.
Two or three weeks before you were killed, we had an online chat, the longest we had since you included me in your friends’ list. You were your usual obnoxious but lovable self – a character which we find endearing and frustrating at the same time.
I called you Boyd. You called me Yosel.
An early achiever in your age, you traveled to the outskirts of Mindanao, far down South and around the globe. Your latest conquest was a European football-crazed country, including Netherlands and Germany where you spent your first snowy Christmas.
Before we had that chat, Atty. Wakang and I met you at the old MindaNews office in General Luna Street on October 8 – our last glimpse of you.
The surprise and happy look on your face then was so comforting despite our rushing to go home to pack our things for a trip the next day. A trip that you called “for the poor” upon knowing we will be boarding the C130 cargo plane of the Philippine Air Force to Manila.
As we continue to kill time chatting, you called us again “pobre!” after knowing we didn’t push through with our original trip to Palawan (Wakang and I went to Manila, Baguio, Sagada, Bataan and Corregidor).
Of course our trip was nothing compared to your trips – on coverage or simply for leisure.
I recalled our first coverage together, which was purely accidental. The main purpose of joining you and Carol Arguillas (our bureau chief) in 1999 to cover the two missing climbers in Mt. Apo was for me to escape from the routinary “office mainstay” duties.
I can still remember how you smirked and patiently waited for me to answer Carol when she asked if I wanted to cover it and reminded me that it was my call.
You won people’s heart not through gentleness and kindness. You did it through intimidation.
I felt so rookie being with you in news coverage. You were full of life, your words full of sarcasm but peppered with truth.
You were a frequent flyer of the Air Force’s Huey helicopters just like Tatay Rene, your father. The 1999 coverage was my first and I was seated on the chair next to the pilots’ while you boarded the other chopper which was ferrying government and military officials. I couldn’t help myself but continually look at you, before both Hueys took off, just trying to get your attention and teach me how to buckle up. I ended covering my seatbelt with my jacket instead.
As we landed in Amas, North Cotabato for a short stopover before heading back to Davao, I went to your side and told you I didn’t buckle up during the entire flight. You laughed. You laughed Boyd and never stopped teasing me about it. You even announced it to other journalists.
PDI bureau chief Nico Alconaba was also your victim. On your way to Surigao on board a hired pick-up, the driver fell asleep and all of you ended on a ricefield.
Awaken by the incident, you said “murag wala na daw ta sa highway, humayan na siguro ni.”
Incidents of teasing, sarcasm and even intimidation complete your character.
Someday, others will be able to let you go and face the reality that you already joined the Chief Photographer up there.
He will be very glad to see you in His huge classroom, making you his very special student and perhaps be able to give you additional inputs in “Covering My children in Jolo 101.”
Filipino photojournalists raise their cameras during a sunset ceremony in your memory Boyd, even the Asia-Europe Foundation (ASEF) regret your early demise, you as their alumni. You were the first Filipino participant in the Asia-Europe Forum for Young Photographers in 2003 in Amsterdam, Netherlands in December of the same year, a partnership with the World Press Photo Foundation.
Even UNESCO Director-General Koichoro Matsura condemned your death.
It’s been three years since your assailant pulled the trigger in Jolo on November 12, 2004.
It is difficult to accept the fate that befell you so here we are, gathered today to share pieces of our memories of you. To many of us, you were not just a partner in coverage. You were a dear friend and touched the lives of journalists across the country.
It was your time Boyd, we gently let you go as you enjoy His
paradise, a place where there is no hurry to submit photos and where you can enjoy watching your favorite cartoons and play games online. No deadlines.
A year after the incident, murder charges were filed against two suspects. The police in the Autonomous Region in Muslim Mindanao (ARMM) said charges were filed in the office of the Sulu Provincial Prosecutor.
The head of the Task Force Lumawag then identified the suspects as Itting and Omar Sailani, both they said are members of the Abu Sayyaf group and wanted for kidnapping in Basilan in 2001. At that time they remained at large.
Two months later, then Southern Command chief Lt. Gen. Alberto Braganza said Itting Sailani was wounded in an encounter with members of the Marine Battalion Landing Team 9 (MBLT9) in Bus-bus, Jolo but escaped.
In June 20, 2007, the military said your perpetrators were slain by intelligence operatives while bathing at a river in Barangay Baiwas, Sumisip, Basilan. They still insisted it was the Sailani brothers who killed you.
I remember you.
Joy and I were on our way home when my cellphone rang four years ago. It was Dennis Sabangan, European Pressphoto Agency (EPA) Philippines chief, on the other line. Dennis usually calls when news breaks out or if he needs to verify information. He broke the news of your death while Joy and I were onboard a public utility vehicle nearing Bankerohan Bridge.
Dennis said over and over again, you wanted to be the Robert Capa of the Philippines.
Two or three weeks before you were killed, we had an online chat, the longest we had since you included me in your friends’ list. You were your usual obnoxious but lovable self – a character which we find endearing and frustrating at the same time.
I called you Boyd. You called me Yosel.
An early achiever in your age, you traveled to the outskirts of Mindanao, far down South and around the globe. Your latest conquest was a European football-crazed country, including Netherlands and Germany where you spent your first snowy Christmas.
Before we had that chat, Atty. Wakang and I met you at the old MindaNews office in General Luna Street on October 8 – our last glimpse of you.
The surprise and happy look on your face then was so comforting despite our rushing to go home to pack our things for a trip the next day. A trip that you called “for the poor” upon knowing we will be boarding the C130 cargo plane of the Philippine Air Force to Manila.
As we continue to kill time chatting, you called us again “pobre!” after knowing we didn’t push through with our original trip to Palawan (Wakang and I went to Manila, Baguio, Sagada, Bataan and Corregidor).
Of course our trip was nothing compared to your trips – on coverage or simply for leisure.
I recalled our first coverage together, which was purely accidental. The main purpose of joining you and Carol Arguillas (our bureau chief) in 1999 to cover the two missing climbers in Mt. Apo was for me to escape from the routinary “office mainstay” duties.
I can still remember how you smirked and patiently waited for me to answer Carol when she asked if I wanted to cover it and reminded me that it was my call.
You won people’s heart not through gentleness and kindness. You did it through intimidation.
I felt so rookie being with you in news coverage. You were full of life, your words full of sarcasm but peppered with truth.
You were a frequent flyer of the Air Force’s Huey helicopters just like Tatay Rene, your father. The 1999 coverage was my first and I was seated on the chair next to the pilots’ while you boarded the other chopper which was ferrying government and military officials. I couldn’t help myself but continually look at you, before both Hueys took off, just trying to get your attention and teach me how to buckle up. I ended covering my seatbelt with my jacket instead.
As we landed in Amas, North Cotabato for a short stopover before heading back to Davao, I went to your side and told you I didn’t buckle up during the entire flight. You laughed. You laughed Boyd and never stopped teasing me about it. You even announced it to other journalists.
PDI bureau chief Nico Alconaba was also your victim. On your way to Surigao on board a hired pick-up, the driver fell asleep and all of you ended on a ricefield.
Awaken by the incident, you said “murag wala na daw ta sa highway, humayan na siguro ni.”
Incidents of teasing, sarcasm and even intimidation complete your character.
Someday, others will be able to let you go and face the reality that you already joined the Chief Photographer up there.
He will be very glad to see you in His huge classroom, making you his very special student and perhaps be able to give you additional inputs in “Covering My children in Jolo 101.”
Filipino photojournalists raise their cameras during a sunset ceremony in your memory Boyd, even the Asia-Europe Foundation (ASEF) regret your early demise, you as their alumni. You were the first Filipino participant in the Asia-Europe Forum for Young Photographers in 2003 in Amsterdam, Netherlands in December of the same year, a partnership with the World Press Photo Foundation.
Even UNESCO Director-General Koichoro Matsura condemned your death.
Friday, November 23, 2007
MAN U's Theater of Dreams
Today, I got a text from Ewee, a senior football player in Davao City.
His dad passed away.
The news of his father's early demise was forwarded to other
football enthusiasts including Rizrap who is presently enjoying her two-week vacation in London.
Rizrap, a nurse in a travel profession is a football-fanatic.
She extended her condolences to Ewee and the rest of the family.
However, the "theater of dreams" caught her attention more.
Take this from a non ManU fan...
"I went to the Old Trafford last Monday.
It was blissful to be able to sit where Cistiano ronaldo, Rooney and Giggs
would sit in the dressing room, to hold and kiss the premiership trophy,
to sit in the director's box, to walk out from the dug out, etc. mura kog makahilak though I'm not a United fan."
Man U or not, football unites as all!
Together forever we will be singing the same Ole! song.
Ole! Ole! Ole! Ole, Ooole, Oooole, Ole, Ole, Ole, Ole!
Friday, November 16, 2007
Inday's deal!
DEAL or NO DEAL with INDAY
Kris: Magandang gabi mga kapamilya, as gameshow na Ito importante ang sagot as nag-iisang Katanungang Deal or no Deal. Ang ating player ngayong gabi ay walang iba kundi ang Fastest-rising household services manager na is Inday! [umentra is Inday at nagpalakpakan Ang mga Tao]
Kris: Ok Inday, choose a briefcase.
Inday: Kris, I would opt for case #4 please.
Kris: Briefcase # 4 is Sharmel. Inday, matanong ko lang, how did you come up with the number
4?
Inday: Oh, do you really want to know Kris?
Kris: Oo naman. I'm sure kaya ko naman maintindihan yung sasabihin MO he.
Inday: The number 4 was acquired based on a probability distribution function that involves
Integrating up to an area greater than or equal to that random number which should be Generated between 0 and 1 for proper distributions.
Kris: Syet. Tanong tanong pa kasi he.
Kris: Ok Inday, choose 6 briefcases to open.
Inday: I would opt for 7, 24, 12, 2, 15 and 20.
Kris: Wait lang Inday, usually isa isa lang ang pagbubukas natin ng case…
Inday: Why is that? As if I can change the outcome if we're to open a case each time I blurt out a Number as opposed to opening each case immediately one after the other right?
Kris: Hayyy…babaguhin pa talaga mechanics (bulong as sarili).
Kris: Anwyay, di bale na lang nga… tuloy tayo. Number 7. Natalie buksan na!! [Yung audience sumisigaw ng LOWER!! LOWER!!!]Kris: Teka lang, bago natin buksan… Inday, usually ang mga contestants naten ay sumisigaw ng "LOWER" every time magbubukas ng case.
Inday: Kris, I guess that's not the way I was taught in grade school. You see, I was taught that we Should only use the comparative form of the word or add "ER" to the adjective if we are Comparing two things. And since it is only the first briefcase that we are going to open, we Have nothing to compare it to. Am I right? [natahimik ang audience at napaisip]
Kris: Oo nga no!Kris: Sige Natalie, Buksan MO na. [Ang laman ng briefcase 7 ay Piso… Palakpakan ang mga Tao]Kris: Good start! Ano yung next case MO ulit?
Inday: Case number 24 please.
Kris: Chloe… buksan na…[Audience sumisigaw ulit ng LOWER!! LOWER!!]Kris: Wait lang guys, Inday may nabuksan ng case baket di ka pa rin sumisigaw ng "Lower"?
Inday: Oh my goodness Kris, how long have you been doing this? Have you ever encountered a Value that is lower than a peso in this game? Tell me, is there any value left lower than the One we just opened? Sheesh.[Napaisip ulit ang audience at natahimik]
Kris: Aarrgghh!!!! Chloe buksan na lang nga, pati na rin yung 12, 2, 15 and 20 buksan na rin para Matapos na. [naiirita na] [At sunod sunod na ngang nabukas ang mga case in Inday][nag-ring ang phone]
Inday: Ahh Kris, to save more time can you tell Banker that I'm not interested in his first offer. In The history of this game of chance, I have yet to see someone accept a first offer from the Banker. It's quite pathetic and pretentious for contestants to pause and look around the Audience as if asking for advice before ultimately rejecting the first offer. I mean come on, Isn't that a waste of airtime?
Banker: Potahhh!!! [narinig as set kahit sarado ang kwarto in banker] - Ito ang unang pagkakataon Na marinig ng mga audience ang boses in banker as Deal or no Deal.
… dumating na as kalagitnaan ng show at mukhang minamalas na is Inday…
Kris: Ok Inday, mukhang kelangan na natin ng tulong as mga friends MO… sino ba yung Bigotilyong lalaki na naka-polo? Ano name nya?
Inday: Ahh, that's my master Mr. Montemayor.
Kris: Ahhh say pala yun, how cute naman pala he. Sige sir, give us a number.
Mr. Montemayor: Hi Kris, good evening. I'm a fan. I choose number 12 please.
Kris: Ano Inday ok ba yung number 12?
Inday: Whatever, we shouldn't bite the hand that feeds us anyway. Go ahead.
Kris: [taray naman] Sofie, buksan na! [ang laman ng briefcase 12 ay 5,000]
Kris: Good job! Sino naman yung gwapong lalake na naka jumper na katabi in Mr. Montemayor?
What's his name?
Inday: Ahh, that's my on again off again boyfriend, Dodong the gardener.
Kris: Ooohh, sya pala yun. Ok Dodong, give us a number!
Dodong: Hi babes, I choose briefcase 9 if it's ok with you. If not, it's ok with me as long as it's ok with you.
Kris: Ano raw? Inday, number 9 daw ok say0?
Inday: Yes Kris, it's fine with me.
Kris: Wow ang bait pag kay Dodong. Ederlyn… buksan na!!!
…nanlaki ang mga mata ni Inday at hindi sya makapaniwala. Natahimik at mukhang kakapusin sya ng hininga…
Inday: YOU!!! How dare you invade my moment! [nagulat si Kris at ang mga audience sa reaksyon ni Inday. Nagpatawag si Kris ng commercial break at nagpakuha ng tubig para kay
Inday.]Nagkatitigan sina Inday at Ederlyn. Nakangisi si Ederlyn habang hawak ang briefcase ni Inday.
Ederlyn: Pinapangako ko, Inday… pagbukas luluhod ang mga tala! hahahahaha!
Inday: What? Can you speak up? What are you mumbling up there. Can somebody give her a microphone please?
Kris: Ano ba!! Tama na nga ang drama ninyo, Ederlyn buksan mo na ang case at umexit ka na kung ayaw mong mapalitan! (naiirita na si Kris)
Dali-daling binuksan ni Ederlyn ang briefcase at ang laman ay… P3,000,000.Nanghinayang ang mga audience… Ang mga natirang values ay 250, 1K, 20K, 50K, and 500K.
Inday: NooOoo…. (sabay tingin kay Dodong at napapaluha), how could you…
Dodong: I'm so sorry Inday, please forgive me.
Kris: Hayyy, drama again. Ang offer ni banker sa pagbabalik ng Kapamilya, Deal.. or No Deal! [pagtapos ng commercial break… mukhang composed na ulit si Inday]
Kris: Inday, are you okay? Ang offer ni banker ay 99 thousand pesos. 'Sing rami siguro ng pilipinong pinadugo mo na ilong. Is it a Deal or No Deal? Tahimik lang si Inday tilang may kinocompute sa ulo habang ang mga audience ay nagsisigawan ng "No Deal", ang iba naman ay "Deal".
Kris: Wait lang, kung mapapansin ninyo we have only have 5 cases left, and among those 5, apat doon ay mas maliit na value…
Inday: Kris, do you mind? Can I do my own thinking?Natameme si Kris, pati ang audience ay natahimik.
Kris: Taray to the max! (pabulong sa sarili)
Inday: Ok, I'm ready. Upon looking at the reality of the situation, 80% of the cases left have at least 49K less than the banker's offer. The only way I can do better than what is offered is that if my case contains the 500k or I'd get to open one of the four lower values. But I have to keep in mind that there's only 20% probability that this would happen. I have to take note, however, that the banker's offer is roughly around 15% lower than the offer I expected based on the arithmetic mean of the values left.
Kris: Lorddd… panaginip ba 'to? Ayokonaaa….
Inday: Accepting a deal for less than the mean should generally be regarded as a weak decision so I would say, NO DEAL!Limang briefcase na lang ang natitira at kasama na doon ang case ni Inday…
Kris: My God, nakaka-stress itong episode na ito ha. Baka dumugo na rin ang ilong ko sa'yo
Inday. Sige Inday, go ahead and choose 1 briefcase!
Inday: Ok Kris, I choose briefcase #5 please?
Kris: Briefcase #5! Mimi bago mo buksan yan I would first like to thank Figliarina by Schubizz for my sandals, Bambi Fuentes for my hair and make-up and Pepsi Herrera for my gown tonight.
Kris: Ok Mimi, buk…
Inday: Ahh Kris, can I also take time to thank a few people? I mean, I did save us a few minutes of airtime right?
Kris: ("kapal naman talaga ng mukha"…bulong sa sarili) Sige, ok lang go ahead. (naka-smile pa rin)
Inday: Thanks! Yes, I would like to thank Frank Provost for my hair and make-up, Jimmy Choo for my sandals and my dear friend Oscar dela Renta for my gown tonight.BLAG!! Tinumba ni Kris ang podium at nagwalk-out. Hindi na natapos ang show kaya't binigyan na lang ni Banker si Inday ng kalahating milyon para sa kanyang oras.
Inday: Oh, and thanks to the people of Cartier for sending me these nice earrings for tonight!
[Ito ang isa sa mga un-aired episode ng Kapamilya, Deal or No Deal]
Kris: Magandang gabi mga kapamilya, as gameshow na Ito importante ang sagot as nag-iisang Katanungang Deal or no Deal. Ang ating player ngayong gabi ay walang iba kundi ang Fastest-rising household services manager na is Inday! [umentra is Inday at nagpalakpakan Ang mga Tao]
Kris: Ok Inday, choose a briefcase.
Inday: Kris, I would opt for case #4 please.
Kris: Briefcase # 4 is Sharmel. Inday, matanong ko lang, how did you come up with the number
4?
Inday: Oh, do you really want to know Kris?
Kris: Oo naman. I'm sure kaya ko naman maintindihan yung sasabihin MO he.
Inday: The number 4 was acquired based on a probability distribution function that involves
Integrating up to an area greater than or equal to that random number which should be Generated between 0 and 1 for proper distributions.
Kris: Syet. Tanong tanong pa kasi he.
Kris: Ok Inday, choose 6 briefcases to open.
Inday: I would opt for 7, 24, 12, 2, 15 and 20.
Kris: Wait lang Inday, usually isa isa lang ang pagbubukas natin ng case…
Inday: Why is that? As if I can change the outcome if we're to open a case each time I blurt out a Number as opposed to opening each case immediately one after the other right?
Kris: Hayyy…babaguhin pa talaga mechanics (bulong as sarili).
Kris: Anwyay, di bale na lang nga… tuloy tayo. Number 7. Natalie buksan na!! [Yung audience sumisigaw ng LOWER!! LOWER!!!]Kris: Teka lang, bago natin buksan… Inday, usually ang mga contestants naten ay sumisigaw ng "LOWER" every time magbubukas ng case.
Inday: Kris, I guess that's not the way I was taught in grade school. You see, I was taught that we Should only use the comparative form of the word or add "ER" to the adjective if we are Comparing two things. And since it is only the first briefcase that we are going to open, we Have nothing to compare it to. Am I right? [natahimik ang audience at napaisip]
Kris: Oo nga no!Kris: Sige Natalie, Buksan MO na. [Ang laman ng briefcase 7 ay Piso… Palakpakan ang mga Tao]Kris: Good start! Ano yung next case MO ulit?
Inday: Case number 24 please.
Kris: Chloe… buksan na…[Audience sumisigaw ulit ng LOWER!! LOWER!!]Kris: Wait lang guys, Inday may nabuksan ng case baket di ka pa rin sumisigaw ng "Lower"?
Inday: Oh my goodness Kris, how long have you been doing this? Have you ever encountered a Value that is lower than a peso in this game? Tell me, is there any value left lower than the One we just opened? Sheesh.[Napaisip ulit ang audience at natahimik]
Kris: Aarrgghh!!!! Chloe buksan na lang nga, pati na rin yung 12, 2, 15 and 20 buksan na rin para Matapos na. [naiirita na] [At sunod sunod na ngang nabukas ang mga case in Inday][nag-ring ang phone]
Inday: Ahh Kris, to save more time can you tell Banker that I'm not interested in his first offer. In The history of this game of chance, I have yet to see someone accept a first offer from the Banker. It's quite pathetic and pretentious for contestants to pause and look around the Audience as if asking for advice before ultimately rejecting the first offer. I mean come on, Isn't that a waste of airtime?
Banker: Potahhh!!! [narinig as set kahit sarado ang kwarto in banker] - Ito ang unang pagkakataon Na marinig ng mga audience ang boses in banker as Deal or no Deal.
… dumating na as kalagitnaan ng show at mukhang minamalas na is Inday…
Kris: Ok Inday, mukhang kelangan na natin ng tulong as mga friends MO… sino ba yung Bigotilyong lalaki na naka-polo? Ano name nya?
Inday: Ahh, that's my master Mr. Montemayor.
Kris: Ahhh say pala yun, how cute naman pala he. Sige sir, give us a number.
Mr. Montemayor: Hi Kris, good evening. I'm a fan. I choose number 12 please.
Kris: Ano Inday ok ba yung number 12?
Inday: Whatever, we shouldn't bite the hand that feeds us anyway. Go ahead.
Kris: [taray naman] Sofie, buksan na! [ang laman ng briefcase 12 ay 5,000]
Kris: Good job! Sino naman yung gwapong lalake na naka jumper na katabi in Mr. Montemayor?
What's his name?
Inday: Ahh, that's my on again off again boyfriend, Dodong the gardener.
Kris: Ooohh, sya pala yun. Ok Dodong, give us a number!
Dodong: Hi babes, I choose briefcase 9 if it's ok with you. If not, it's ok with me as long as it's ok with you.
Kris: Ano raw? Inday, number 9 daw ok say0?
Inday: Yes Kris, it's fine with me.
Kris: Wow ang bait pag kay Dodong. Ederlyn… buksan na!!!
…nanlaki ang mga mata ni Inday at hindi sya makapaniwala. Natahimik at mukhang kakapusin sya ng hininga…
Inday: YOU!!! How dare you invade my moment! [nagulat si Kris at ang mga audience sa reaksyon ni Inday. Nagpatawag si Kris ng commercial break at nagpakuha ng tubig para kay
Inday.]Nagkatitigan sina Inday at Ederlyn. Nakangisi si Ederlyn habang hawak ang briefcase ni Inday.
Ederlyn: Pinapangako ko, Inday… pagbukas luluhod ang mga tala! hahahahaha!
Inday: What? Can you speak up? What are you mumbling up there. Can somebody give her a microphone please?
Kris: Ano ba!! Tama na nga ang drama ninyo, Ederlyn buksan mo na ang case at umexit ka na kung ayaw mong mapalitan! (naiirita na si Kris)
Dali-daling binuksan ni Ederlyn ang briefcase at ang laman ay… P3,000,000.Nanghinayang ang mga audience… Ang mga natirang values ay 250, 1K, 20K, 50K, and 500K.
Inday: NooOoo…. (sabay tingin kay Dodong at napapaluha), how could you…
Dodong: I'm so sorry Inday, please forgive me.
Kris: Hayyy, drama again. Ang offer ni banker sa pagbabalik ng Kapamilya, Deal.. or No Deal! [pagtapos ng commercial break… mukhang composed na ulit si Inday]
Kris: Inday, are you okay? Ang offer ni banker ay 99 thousand pesos. 'Sing rami siguro ng pilipinong pinadugo mo na ilong. Is it a Deal or No Deal? Tahimik lang si Inday tilang may kinocompute sa ulo habang ang mga audience ay nagsisigawan ng "No Deal", ang iba naman ay "Deal".
Kris: Wait lang, kung mapapansin ninyo we have only have 5 cases left, and among those 5, apat doon ay mas maliit na value…
Inday: Kris, do you mind? Can I do my own thinking?Natameme si Kris, pati ang audience ay natahimik.
Kris: Taray to the max! (pabulong sa sarili)
Inday: Ok, I'm ready. Upon looking at the reality of the situation, 80% of the cases left have at least 49K less than the banker's offer. The only way I can do better than what is offered is that if my case contains the 500k or I'd get to open one of the four lower values. But I have to keep in mind that there's only 20% probability that this would happen. I have to take note, however, that the banker's offer is roughly around 15% lower than the offer I expected based on the arithmetic mean of the values left.
Kris: Lorddd… panaginip ba 'to? Ayokonaaa….
Inday: Accepting a deal for less than the mean should generally be regarded as a weak decision so I would say, NO DEAL!Limang briefcase na lang ang natitira at kasama na doon ang case ni Inday…
Kris: My God, nakaka-stress itong episode na ito ha. Baka dumugo na rin ang ilong ko sa'yo
Inday. Sige Inday, go ahead and choose 1 briefcase!
Inday: Ok Kris, I choose briefcase #5 please?
Kris: Briefcase #5! Mimi bago mo buksan yan I would first like to thank Figliarina by Schubizz for my sandals, Bambi Fuentes for my hair and make-up and Pepsi Herrera for my gown tonight.
Kris: Ok Mimi, buk…
Inday: Ahh Kris, can I also take time to thank a few people? I mean, I did save us a few minutes of airtime right?
Kris: ("kapal naman talaga ng mukha"…bulong sa sarili) Sige, ok lang go ahead. (naka-smile pa rin)
Inday: Thanks! Yes, I would like to thank Frank Provost for my hair and make-up, Jimmy Choo for my sandals and my dear friend Oscar dela Renta for my gown tonight.BLAG!! Tinumba ni Kris ang podium at nagwalk-out. Hindi na natapos ang show kaya't binigyan na lang ni Banker si Inday ng kalahating milyon para sa kanyang oras.
Inday: Oh, and thanks to the people of Cartier for sending me these nice earrings for tonight!
[Ito ang isa sa mga un-aired episode ng Kapamilya, Deal or No Deal]
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
The price is steep, even in death
It has been years since I encountered a loss in the family but the trauma, pain and longing remain to this day.
I remember receiving a death text notice from a family friend as early as 6.13 in the morning… years ago.
Months ago, my friends and I visited a wake of a college buddy whose family member died of another illness.
My father's long battle with liver cirrhosis lasted for almost two years while my travel buddy’s brother's fight against pancreatitis lasted for a year and two weeks.
Back to the memory lane of having to hear the words “sorry to hear about your loss,” “at least he finally rested,” so on and so forth.
But he put so neatly: “Nag report na siya kay Lord after a year of fight.”
Years ago, as he painfully watched his younger brother's struggle against life inside the Intensive Care Unit of the Quirino Memorial Hospital, my comforting words was: “It's a long wait, but it should not sadden you. God decides on the culmination of any human life. When your Jojo is ready it will be serenely.”
And so at 2 a.m. one Friday, another life was called.
Believe me when I say, I know the feeling of having to see someone suffer and fight against this beautiful life because I was a witness on death when it called my father.
Isn't it hard to pray to God to take someone's life even if its purpose is to lessen the suffering and pain? And knowing that in the end He is still the one who decides when is the best time, His will we should always respect but do not always understand.
Apart from the pain of seeing a love one suffer, finding money to pay hospital bills and medicines is another problem.
What is more costly is it living or dying?
Let me talk about the cost of dying, with my father as an example.
Phase I
Before death:
Check-up + medicine prescription = money.
Passport for his check-ups: The powerful HMO card.
You may not pay for the check-up but you are obliged to buy all the medicines prescribed by the doctor.
How would we cope with the P250-P300 check-up fee and the maintenance medicines?
In short, my father was just lucky that he had an extended lease on his life courtesy of the HMO card.
Phase II
Hospitalization + medicine prescription = money.
First, our family had a verbal tussle as my father refused to be brought to the hospital for the nth time. Dehydrated and too weak to do battle with the tears shed by the family, he finally agreed to be confined.
The tiger in the house finally succumbed to our pleas and stayed for almost a month.
It was a montage on the usual patient-in-the-hospital-fighting-to-live drama in real life.
I will not talk on how he fought to live from the Intensive Care Unit (ICU) to Cardio Care Unit (CCU) to his hospital room, and vice-versa, not to mention how he gave those attending nurses and doctors’ headaches.
Now let's categorize the scenarios before dying:
Category I: the sick or the dying did not make it to the hospital, died at home or somewhere else.
Category II: the sick or the dying eventually expired while being rush to hospital or
Category III: the sick made it to hospital but unfortunately expired while being treated.
My father was classified under the third category. His heart surrendered while being treated but according to his death certificate, the immediate cause of death was CRF secondary to gouty nephropathy. Antecedent cause: chronic atrial fibrillation.
Underlying cause: liver cirrhosis.
Whatever those above mentioned medical terms mean, I just know one thing, my father died because he was too tired to fight death and that God was just around the corner that day waiting to be acknowledged.
However, before he gasped his last breath - there was one final request, this time not about taking care of our mother.
He has another love, we knew about this all along.
Naah there was no other woman but his beloved fighting cocks. But this is another story. Now let's go to the third phase of the cost of dying.
Phase III
The wake = money.
For sure when a family member dies, the rest of the family members argue about what coffin to buy, what color, what services, how many days for interment, where to be buried, is cremation an option? how much? etc. etc.
The death certificate alone costs about P100 and needed before you can do any transactions.
Here's the breakdown:
Coffin = P7,500 (cheapest)
P150,000 (expensive).
Flowers = Pxxxxx
Food = Pxxxxxx
Accommodation (my registered nurse sister and I called this board and lodging) = (depends if its non-air or air-conditioned).
In 2003, our family bargained for a P40,000 coffin from its original price of P55,000 with P2,500 a night in an air-conditioned accommodation – the last hurray in paying respects to the man who taught us more than just being streetsmart.
The cheapest “coffin-wake” package is about P7,500, a simple coffin made of ordinary plywood, with free three nights accommodation at a funeral home.
So, after everything's settled from what attire the dead will wear, to the color of the coffin, flowers, etc comes the final phase.
Phase IV
Burial = lot in a cemetery + payment for the cemetery lot diggers + food after the interment = (again) money, your last stroke.
What transpired during the wake will be totally different during the burial. This includes finding a decent cemetery.
But as I said, nothing is free. Even for the digging of soil (which we know would be the same soil that will cover the coffin) will cost you.
Yes, you have to pay for it. It is not included in the package whether you get two or three or four lots in the cemetery. To give you an idea, it's just like acquiring a high-end new mobile phone.
So, there you are an estimate on the cost of the dying.
Life they say is a finite lease and all you have to do is make the most of it.
Those who said goodbye to their leased life finally got their ultimate vacation in His paradise, a place where everything in the garden is lovely.
There they can talk about anything under the sun without having to worry about beating the deadlines.
Dying is ain't good as living but for me death is just another life... a life not having to think on the cost of dying.
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Integrity in action
Si Inday (Part II)
Ating gunitain ang iba pang mga nasabi ni Inday tungkol sa mga bagay-bagay sa buhay.
Sagot ni Inday nung tanungin ni Sir kung bakit my rashes si Jun-Jun..
"Allergens triggered the immune response. Eosinophilic migration occurs to the rxn site and release of chemotactic and anaphylotoxin including histamine and prostaglandins. These substances result to incomplete circulation to the site promoting redness."
Ang isda bow!
Amo: "Inday, bumili ka nga ng mga isda. Ay oo nga pala, inglesera ka na ngayon. Would you please buy many fishes for this week's meals?"
Inday: "Judging by your statement, I believe you meant a variety of fish. The term 'fishes' although rarely used, connotes a plethora of different kinds of the said gilled aquatic creatures. But the more pressing questions before I go to the wet market would be: "What type of fish? Fillet or not? Frozen of fresh? (pauses)......
Ahhhh... Given the meager budget afforded by this household's quasi-peasant class taste, I assume I shall source the staple "ga-leewng-gong."
Am I correct?"
Inday nung nagrereklamo kasi ayaw siyang isama ng amo sa outing sa Enchanted Kingdom.
"Don't limit my capacity in the four corners of this luxurious abode. Expose me to the real challenges of the outside world. I want to grow as an individual with dynamic experiences."
Sinabi ni Inday sa amo niya noong di siya pinautang.
"Nurther others with positive, truthful words, not words that hurt. It doesn't cost anything to do so. But mean whay you say, and say what you mean. If you cannot be generous financially, at least be generous with your words."
Si Inday nong tumangging makipagtismisan sa katulong sa kabilang bahay!
"Much as I want to indulge in the proliferation of such indecent and malicious information, I want to lift the stigma and alleviate society's perception of our profession."
Pinagalitan ni Inday si Junior sa sobrang lapit manood ng TV.
"Did it ever occur to you that the ultraviolet rays of the idiot box can bring harmful radiation to the retinal area? It could lead to blurred vision, worse, permanent blindness?
Sagot ni Inday nung tanungin ni Sir kung bakit my rashes si Jun-Jun..
"Allergens triggered the immune response. Eosinophilic migration occurs to the rxn site and release of chemotactic and anaphylotoxin including histamine and prostaglandins. These substances result to incomplete circulation to the site promoting redness."
Ang isda bow!
Amo: "Inday, bumili ka nga ng mga isda. Ay oo nga pala, inglesera ka na ngayon. Would you please buy many fishes for this week's meals?"
Inday: "Judging by your statement, I believe you meant a variety of fish. The term 'fishes' although rarely used, connotes a plethora of different kinds of the said gilled aquatic creatures. But the more pressing questions before I go to the wet market would be: "What type of fish? Fillet or not? Frozen of fresh? (pauses)......
Ahhhh... Given the meager budget afforded by this household's quasi-peasant class taste, I assume I shall source the staple "ga-leewng-gong."
Am I correct?"
Inday nung nagrereklamo kasi ayaw siyang isama ng amo sa outing sa Enchanted Kingdom.
"Don't limit my capacity in the four corners of this luxurious abode. Expose me to the real challenges of the outside world. I want to grow as an individual with dynamic experiences."
Sinabi ni Inday sa amo niya noong di siya pinautang.
"Nurther others with positive, truthful words, not words that hurt. It doesn't cost anything to do so. But mean whay you say, and say what you mean. If you cannot be generous financially, at least be generous with your words."
Si Inday nong tumangging makipagtismisan sa katulong sa kabilang bahay!
"Much as I want to indulge in the proliferation of such indecent and malicious information, I want to lift the stigma and alleviate society's perception of our profession."
Pinagalitan ni Inday si Junior sa sobrang lapit manood ng TV.
"Did it ever occur to you that the ultraviolet rays of the idiot box can bring harmful radiation to the retinal area? It could lead to blurred vision, worse, permanent blindness?
Saturday, September 8, 2007
Si Inday ng buhay natin
Isang buwan na rin akong napatawa ng mga statements ni Inday.
Ang balita ko may information officer daw itong si Inday na walang humpay na nagpapadala ng mga texts sa mga may cellphone sa buong Pinas.
Dati si Inday laging inaapi. Ngayon palaban na siya.
Imposibleng ni minsan hindi niyo na-encounter ang katarayan niya sa mga panahong ito.
Eto ang mga halimbawang explinasyon ni Inday sa lahat ng bagay.
"Ma'am / Sir,
I hereby tender my irrevocable resignation as your employee effective today. It has been a pleasant stay in your company, but owing to personal reasons, I am compelled to move on. I would like to thank you and your good management for the wonderful experience accorded to me during my stay in Your company.
Yours Truly,
Inday
Sulat in inday nang umalis say as dati nyang amo. . Lufeeeet !!!
* * *
Tapos eto sagot ni Inday sa interview ng bago niyang amo!
"I believe that my trained skills and expertise in management with the
Use of standard tools, and my discipline and experience will contribute
Significantly to the value of the work that you want, my creativity,
Productivity and work-efficiency and the high quality of outcomes I can
Offer will boost the work progress."
* * *
- sagot in Inday nang tanungin ng amo kung bakit may bukol is Junior.
"Compromising safety with useless aesthetics, the not-so-well engineered
Architectural design of our kitchen lavatory affected the boy's cranium
With a slight boil at the left temple near the auditory organ."
* * *
- nag-explain is Inday kung bakit maalat ang ulam.
"The consistency was fine. But you see, it seems that the increased
Amount of sodium chloride (NaCl) affected the taste drastically and those
Actions are irreversible. I do apologize."
* * *
Donya: Bakit tuwing paguwi ko, nadadatnan kitang nanunuod ng TV?!
Inday: Because I don't want you to see me doing absolutely nothing.
* * *
- Si Inday, kasama si Junior sa principal's office.
"It's absurd! It was never a fact that he will inflict a fight. I can
Only imagine how you handle schizophrenic kids on this educational
Institution. Revise your policies because they suck!"
* * *
Amo: Inday, bakit nagkalat ang basura as likod ng bahay?!
Inday: A change in the weather patterns might have occurred wrecking havoc
To the surroundings. The way the debris are scattered indicates that the
Gust of wind was going northeast causing damage to the path it was heading
For.
At biglang ng nosebleed ang Amo
* * *
Si Inday, pinagbabawalan ang mga bata na maglikot.
"Stop your raucous behavior. It is bound to result in property damages
And if that happens there will be corresponding punishment to be inflicted
upon you!"
* * *
Sagot ni Inday kung bakit umalis si Angel Locsin sa GMA7.
"Sometimes, people choose to leave not because of selfish reasons but
Because they just know that things will get worse if they'll stay.
Leaving can be a tough act, and it's harder when people can't understand
You for doing so."
* * *
Amo: Inday,
Inday : I computed the chair's fair value less cost to sell and the
Value in use using projections for 5 years at a pretax discount rate.
Accordingly, the value in use is lower, so I decided to sell the chair.
This is in accordance with PAS 18-Revenue, PAS 16-Property, Plant, &
Equipment, and PAS 36 on Impairment of Assets.
At hinimatay na ang amo ni Inday...
Monday, September 3, 2007
Mutiny
Sa mga hindi nakadalo kasama ang mga Magdalo.
Paid ad muna tayo.
MUTINY - where people drink, eat and talk about everything under the sun, except "mutiny."
The first advocacy bar in the Philippines, now on its dry run at the Aseana Power Station, Macapagal Boulevard in Parañaque City, beside McDo and Shell gas stations.
Open Monday to Saturday, from 5 p.m. to 2 a.m.
Sabi ng mga may-ari all food and drinks are at introductory prices!
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
Classified ads
Last week may pinagkakaguluhan ang mga tao sa Diwalwal, Comval.
Ang bida ng Black Hawk Down na si Josh Hartnett ay naibalitang nag sho-shooting doon.
Habang abala ang lahat masilayan ang Hollywood actor may mga entrepreneurs namang busy sa paglagay ng mga classified ads nila.
Pag may sira ang sapatos niyo wag magdalawang isip na tawagan si Dante.
Hindi ko nga lang alam kung si Dante ang mag re-refer sa pag repair ng shoes niyo o siya na mismo ang shoe repair boy. May number code kasi na nakapaloob sa ads niya, 202 raw. Sounds like sweetened o flavored fruit juice drink na Del Monte 202.
Tanong niyo na lang rin sa kanya, tutal tapos na rin naman ang barangay assembly nila.
.
Ang bida ng Black Hawk Down na si Josh Hartnett ay naibalitang nag sho-shooting doon.
Habang abala ang lahat masilayan ang Hollywood actor may mga entrepreneurs namang busy sa paglagay ng mga classified ads nila.
Pag may sira ang sapatos niyo wag magdalawang isip na tawagan si Dante.
Hindi ko nga lang alam kung si Dante ang mag re-refer sa pag repair ng shoes niyo o siya na mismo ang shoe repair boy. May number code kasi na nakapaloob sa ads niya, 202 raw. Sounds like sweetened o flavored fruit juice drink na Del Monte 202.
Tanong niyo na lang rin sa kanya, tutal tapos na rin naman ang barangay assembly nila.
.
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Electric dreams
Last week pa siya nangungulit, tanong ng tanong kung kelan ako pupuntang Davao Light (our version of Meralco).
Eh sabi ko depende sa oras at kung hindi tamarin baka madadaanan ko rin.
Pababayaran ng Tita ko ang bill ng kuryente niya.
Years ago, nataranta din kami sa tawag sa telepono, nagmamadaling pabayaran ang electric bill niya.
Sabi ng kapatid ko iwan niya na lang muna sa isang tindahan yong bill tapos kami na kukuha at magbabayad.
Worried siya sa bill ha pero wala naman siyang TV sa bahay niya.
Electric fan at transistor radio lang.
Tapos lagi naman siyang nanood ng sine.
Suki na ata siya sa lahat ng cinema eh.
Sa gabi pag-uwi niya sa bahay, switch-on niya lang ilaw nang sandali sabay ayos ng tulugan niya tapos switch-off na rin agad.
At kahapon, after so many years, nagmamadali na naman syang pabayaran 'tong electric bill nya.
Akala ko notice of disconnection na.
Pakshet na yan P4.56 na naman bill niya.
Mahal pa pamasahe ng jeep ha! Kahit student fare or senior citizen fare pa.
Last time tumawag siya sa opisina, tarantang taranta at due date na raw, jusme P7.34 lang bill niya.
Last payment niya was June 18, 2006 and she paid an advance of P50.00.
Grrrrrr.
Noong huwebes, July 26, pinabayaran na naman niya ng advance P50.00 ulit, advance until 2008.
Eh sabi ko depende sa oras at kung hindi tamarin baka madadaanan ko rin.
Pababayaran ng Tita ko ang bill ng kuryente niya.
Years ago, nataranta din kami sa tawag sa telepono, nagmamadaling pabayaran ang electric bill niya.
Sabi ng kapatid ko iwan niya na lang muna sa isang tindahan yong bill tapos kami na kukuha at magbabayad.
Worried siya sa bill ha pero wala naman siyang TV sa bahay niya.
Electric fan at transistor radio lang.
Tapos lagi naman siyang nanood ng sine.
Suki na ata siya sa lahat ng cinema eh.
Sa gabi pag-uwi niya sa bahay, switch-on niya lang ilaw nang sandali sabay ayos ng tulugan niya tapos switch-off na rin agad.
At kahapon, after so many years, nagmamadali na naman syang pabayaran 'tong electric bill nya.
Akala ko notice of disconnection na.
Pakshet na yan P4.56 na naman bill niya.
Mahal pa pamasahe ng jeep ha! Kahit student fare or senior citizen fare pa.
Last time tumawag siya sa opisina, tarantang taranta at due date na raw, jusme P7.34 lang bill niya.
Last payment niya was June 18, 2006 and she paid an advance of P50.00.
Grrrrrr.
Noong huwebes, July 26, pinabayaran na naman niya ng advance P50.00 ulit, advance until 2008.
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Tahooooo!!!! on my mind
Ang mga litrato ng taho ang laging naalala ko noong minsang ginising niya ang mahimbing kong tulog sa loob ng isang kwarto sa Baguio.
Imbis na iihi lang ako, dahil sa lakas at tawag pansin niyang sigaw na "TAHOOOOO!" inuna ko pang bumili ng isang baso nito kesa pumunta ng banyo at ilabas ang ihi ko.
Sa labas ng simbahan, sa kanto ng eskwelahan, sa loob ng bahay bakasyunan at karaniwang laging nasa daan lang.
Mas masarap ito kahit na tiisin nyo sakit ng pantog at pigilan niyo ihi niyo.
Ang tunay na nagpapaganda ng ating umaga!
...
Imbis na iihi lang ako, dahil sa lakas at tawag pansin niyang sigaw na "TAHOOOOO!" inuna ko pang bumili ng isang baso nito kesa pumunta ng banyo at ilabas ang ihi ko.
Sa labas ng simbahan, sa kanto ng eskwelahan, sa loob ng bahay bakasyunan at karaniwang laging nasa daan lang.
Mas masarap ito kahit na tiisin nyo sakit ng pantog at pigilan niyo ihi niyo.
Ang tunay na nagpapaganda ng ating umaga!
...
Friday, July 20, 2007
Biyaheng Norte
Ating balikan ang nakaraan.
Mga pamamasyal na nagdaan.
Dati nakikita ko lang siya sa LakbayTV at sa show ni Susan Calo-Medina.
Simula noon, sinabi ko na sa sarili ko "mapapasyalan din kita."
At ako'y nag-ipon ng ilang taon marating lamang siya.
Taong 2001, kasama ng favorite travel buddy ko, with tight budget and time constraint binisita namin ang kanyang lokasyon.
Magmula noon kapag may planong mamasyal papuntang Norte, kasama na siya sa itinerary. Minsan din namin siyang binabalikbalikan kasama ng mga alaalang naka chiseled na sa mind.
Sa gabi, ito ang hitsura ng Cafe' Joe ng St. Joseph Inn kung saan kami kumain.
Eto naman ang Episcopal's churchbell. Kitang kita ito sa daan patungong St. Mary's Church.
Kids at play sa tabi ng cooperative store.
Bokong Falls or the small waterfalls. Nasa gitna ng hagdang palayan.
Sa loob ng Sumaging Cave, isa sa pinakasikat na caves ng Sagada at ang pinakamalaki sa lahat. Sabi ng guide namin na may bitbit na Petromax, yong mineral formations na nakikita nyo ay hawig at hugis ng hagdan-hagdang palayan ng Banaue
At 6.30 in the morning, eto ang Sagada, Mt. Province.
O sya, pag napadpad naman kayo up north, wag tumambay sa City of Pines, subukan niyo naman ang road less travelled papuntang Mountain Province.
Mga pamamasyal na nagdaan.
Dati nakikita ko lang siya sa LakbayTV at sa show ni Susan Calo-Medina.
Simula noon, sinabi ko na sa sarili ko "mapapasyalan din kita."
At ako'y nag-ipon ng ilang taon marating lamang siya.
Taong 2001, kasama ng favorite travel buddy ko, with tight budget and time constraint binisita namin ang kanyang lokasyon.
Magmula noon kapag may planong mamasyal papuntang Norte, kasama na siya sa itinerary. Minsan din namin siyang binabalikbalikan kasama ng mga alaalang naka chiseled na sa mind.
Sa gabi, ito ang hitsura ng Cafe' Joe ng St. Joseph Inn kung saan kami kumain.
Eto naman ang Episcopal's churchbell. Kitang kita ito sa daan patungong St. Mary's Church.
Kids at play sa tabi ng cooperative store.
Bokong Falls or the small waterfalls. Nasa gitna ng hagdang palayan.
Sa loob ng Sumaging Cave, isa sa pinakasikat na caves ng Sagada at ang pinakamalaki sa lahat. Sabi ng guide namin na may bitbit na Petromax, yong mineral formations na nakikita nyo ay hawig at hugis ng hagdan-hagdang palayan ng Banaue
At 6.30 in the morning, eto ang Sagada, Mt. Province.
O sya, pag napadpad naman kayo up north, wag tumambay sa City of Pines, subukan niyo naman ang road less travelled papuntang Mountain Province.
Friday, July 6, 2007
May negosyo ka!
Sa kainitan ng mga naglabasang balita tungkol sa pyramiding scam, nakita ko itong isang makalumang signage sponsored by CocaCola.
Namangha ako at napaisip ng malalim.
Susubukan niyo kayang mag-negosyo ng ganito?
Sigurado ako tatalunin nito ang Ponzi scheme at Francswiss na may dalang pangakong dodoblehin ang pera niyo sa loob lamang nga labing-dalawang araw!
Hindi ba't amazing sa concept ang may-ari.
Kamusta kaya ang kita niya?
Malaki na kaya ang return of investment niya?
Namangha ako at napaisip ng malalim.
Susubukan niyo kayang mag-negosyo ng ganito?
Sigurado ako tatalunin nito ang Ponzi scheme at Francswiss na may dalang pangakong dodoblehin ang pera niyo sa loob lamang nga labing-dalawang araw!
Hindi ba't amazing sa concept ang may-ari.
Kamusta kaya ang kita niya?
Malaki na kaya ang return of investment niya?
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
The smiling flip-flops
Flip-flops, sandals, a.k.a. tsinelas.
Alam ko may paborito kang tsinelas.
Nung nasira at napigtas, naiyak ka rin diba? O sige na nga, nalungkot na lang. Im sure!
Abril noon sa Walkway ng Camiguin, habang pababa na mula sa pinakadulo ng Station of the Cross nang biglang ngumiti ang tsinelas ni Goryo.
Ngumingiting naghihingalo to be exact.
How sad, sabi ko. Pero sa loob loob ko may ready ng kantang tutugma sa mood nya.
Naalala ko naikwento niya sa akin na "sale" sa isang shop nung binili niya si "Hurte" as in "Hurricane" ang pangalan ng Teva'ng tsinelas.
Antagal na rin ng pinagsamahan nilang dalawa.
Magkasama silang nilakbay ang hilaga at timog na parte ng bansa, kasama na doon ang mga magagandang bundok, ilog, lawa at dagat.
At buti pa nga silang dalawa eh nakapamasyal na rin sa Asya.
Pero isang araw nag-umpisang ngumiti si Hurte, di na nya nakayanan ang matarik at maputik na daan ng Old Vulcan ng Camiguin.
Sa una cute pa ang ngiti niya subalit sa kalaunan namaalam na rin siya.
At doon ko nakita sa mukha ni Goryo, alanganin sa mga hakbang nya pababa ng bundok dahil sa malaking ngiti ng kanyang tsinelas aside from the fact na mukhang sad din siya.
Di niya inakalang sumurender si Hurte sa Old Vulcan matapos kayanin ang tarik ng Mt. Apo.
Malungkot siya kaya eto ang kantang handog ko para sa kanya.
O kanyang tsinelas
Kasa-kasamang madalas
Ilang taon ang lumipas
Mahal ka niya!
O kanyang tsinelas
Pudpod man at gasgas
At napigtas tong luma niyang tsinelas
Kaya.. Mang Kulas, papa-rugby-han ko bukas ang kanyang tsinelas!
Eto sila, then and now.
At pagdating sa baba ng Old Vulcan. Nagpaalam si Goryo sa beloved niyang tsinelas.
Doon mismo sa araw na iyon, sa isang tindahan sa harap ng bulkan bumili sya ng tsinelas.
At sa isip ko, mag-uumpisa na ulit sya. Mag-uumpisang makipag-bonding sa bago niyang tsinelas.
Havana pangalan niya at hindi kahawig ng Havaianas.
At siguro ngumiti man sya o mapigtas, walang sasama ang loob at walang iiyak sa isa pang tsinelas.
Alam ko may paborito kang tsinelas.
Nung nasira at napigtas, naiyak ka rin diba? O sige na nga, nalungkot na lang. Im sure!
Abril noon sa Walkway ng Camiguin, habang pababa na mula sa pinakadulo ng Station of the Cross nang biglang ngumiti ang tsinelas ni Goryo.
Ngumingiting naghihingalo to be exact.
How sad, sabi ko. Pero sa loob loob ko may ready ng kantang tutugma sa mood nya.
Naalala ko naikwento niya sa akin na "sale" sa isang shop nung binili niya si "Hurte" as in "Hurricane" ang pangalan ng Teva'ng tsinelas.
Antagal na rin ng pinagsamahan nilang dalawa.
Magkasama silang nilakbay ang hilaga at timog na parte ng bansa, kasama na doon ang mga magagandang bundok, ilog, lawa at dagat.
At buti pa nga silang dalawa eh nakapamasyal na rin sa Asya.
Pero isang araw nag-umpisang ngumiti si Hurte, di na nya nakayanan ang matarik at maputik na daan ng Old Vulcan ng Camiguin.
Sa una cute pa ang ngiti niya subalit sa kalaunan namaalam na rin siya.
At doon ko nakita sa mukha ni Goryo, alanganin sa mga hakbang nya pababa ng bundok dahil sa malaking ngiti ng kanyang tsinelas aside from the fact na mukhang sad din siya.
Di niya inakalang sumurender si Hurte sa Old Vulcan matapos kayanin ang tarik ng Mt. Apo.
Malungkot siya kaya eto ang kantang handog ko para sa kanya.
O kanyang tsinelas
Kasa-kasamang madalas
Ilang taon ang lumipas
Mahal ka niya!
O kanyang tsinelas
Pudpod man at gasgas
At napigtas tong luma niyang tsinelas
Kaya.. Mang Kulas, papa-rugby-han ko bukas ang kanyang tsinelas!
Eto sila, then and now.
At pagdating sa baba ng Old Vulcan. Nagpaalam si Goryo sa beloved niyang tsinelas.
Doon mismo sa araw na iyon, sa isang tindahan sa harap ng bulkan bumili sya ng tsinelas.
At sa isip ko, mag-uumpisa na ulit sya. Mag-uumpisang makipag-bonding sa bago niyang tsinelas.
Havana pangalan niya at hindi kahawig ng Havaianas.
At siguro ngumiti man sya o mapigtas, walang sasama ang loob at walang iiyak sa isa pang tsinelas.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Coffee works
Coffee time.
Hindi ako mahilig sa kape pero isang gabi sinubukan ko.
Actually ang puntirya ko lang is to discover kung mabilis ang WiFi nila.
Ok naman. Ok din ang kape pati na ang sanz rival.
Pwede na.
It works sa Coffee Works, a wi-fi hotspot in the City of Golden Friendship, near Robinson's Mall - Limketkai Center.
Friday, June 15, 2007
Wedding flashback
My elder sister Joy joined the flock of the ``barangay may-asawa'' on Dec. 20 last year. She told me that she would allow me to write her story on two conditions: not to mention her and her partner's ages and to categorically state she is not pregnant.
Well, she's in her 30s (sorry, Sis, this goes with the article and its bloopers). My sister married her boyfriend for nine years, not with a grand parade in a cathedral but in a 15-minute civil rites in court.
The wedding did not start on time though, thanks to the judge who came an hour and 30 minutes late. Outside the judge's sala, on her door, was a colorful sticker stating, ``Laging nasa oras ako. Filipino time is on time.''
The courtroom was jam-packed with five wedding couples, six clerks of court and relatives. Joy did not want to wed in a church simply because she did not want to be a center of attraction, er, embarrassing errors.
She doesn't fancy weddings and even hates attending one. Her wedding preparation was no grand show at all, except for a last-minute shopping the night before for what to wear on W-Day: a flesh three-fourth sleeved polo to match her pants. Like any ordinary day, Joy went on with her usual routine on her wedding day.
She was present at her workplace and still brought our nephew to class. She teaches in the school where the little boy studies. ``O ano mamaya, kita na lang tayo sa opisina mo. Tapos taxi na lang tayo papunta sa court'' was all she said in the morning before leaving for school. I said okay and went back to sleep.
The rest of my family met me at the office. The people, so used to beating deadlines, were panicking for us though we managed to leave 15 minutes to 1 p.m., the supposed wedding time.
The bride and groom's relatives all went to the Hall of Justice on empty stomachs, thinking the whole entourage would have a late lunch together after the wedding. Unlike a church wedding where the groom arrives first, my sister arrived ahead of the groom.
Along the hallway, my sister and I couldn't stop laughing upon seeing one of the bridesmaids in an almost formal gown. I jokingly told her, ``Buti na lang hindi ka rin nag-gown.'' ``He! He! Excuse me, no!'' was her reply. The clerk of court began the roll call.
Each wedding applicant was guided to their seats. I went in and out of the room to check if everybody's A-okay. Then I remembered the problem. I had to cancel the pre-ordered food for us since we would not be able to make it to the restaurant at 2 p.m.
By then, I felt really hungry. And so did Kerwin, one of the groom's barkada, who couldn't wait any longer that he bought some empanadas at the court's mini-store. I provided the soft drinks even if I don't drink one, and some homemade puto. Papa, Mama, Auntie Baby, the little boy and even Joy were all hungry.
A few minutes after our ``lunch-merienda,'' the clerk of court explained some things to the couples, among them the completion of all court requirements, birth certificates, affixing their commonly used signatures after the solemnization, how much the marriage contract costs and its availability after one week.
Jun, the groom, was also really hungry. He was fuming and told my sister not to stand up but clap when the judge arrives. The much-delayed wedding was further set back after one of the couples failed to comply with the requirements. They forgot to attach the bride's certified true copy of her birth certificate. After the issue was settled, the solemnizing officer finally came out of her chambers.
My sister was the first in line, kasi nga alphabetical order pala. They were followed by an older couple who were living-in for 20 years. The judge was very happy over their decision to wed. I wanted to stop my sister and her husband-to-be from laughing and elbowing each other, but the judge, who was in front of them, outsmarted me.
She caught their attention and said, ``Mga bugoy gyud mong duha dinha hah!'' In 15 minutes, the wedding was over and off we went to the beach for the celebration attended by 14 people, including parents, relatives and friends.
Unlike other wedding aftermaths, I didn't feel any changes at all with Joy's wedding, even if it was the second in the family. Hers was without a honeymoon because the newlyweds spent the night with their barkada.
She was back home shortly before 2 a.m. ``Hay salamat! Tomorrow, back to normal na,'' she said. These days, my sister and her husband still live in their respective houses. The only new thing with her is the wedding ring she now wears. Joy still lives with us and we still share the same room.
She still sleeps in her good-for-two bed and I on the floor with my sleeping bag. We still share the same extension phone, among others. With the entry of the new millennium and another marriage in the family, I felt so blessed being single kahit hindi naging ``bridesmaid ka lang!'' It will be another blessing to walk down the aisle, not as a ``bridesmaid ka lang'' but the bride, so that by then, my elder sister can say, ``Oh well, my sister's wedding.''
Well, she's in her 30s (sorry, Sis, this goes with the article and its bloopers). My sister married her boyfriend for nine years, not with a grand parade in a cathedral but in a 15-minute civil rites in court.
The wedding did not start on time though, thanks to the judge who came an hour and 30 minutes late. Outside the judge's sala, on her door, was a colorful sticker stating, ``Laging nasa oras ako. Filipino time is on time.''
The courtroom was jam-packed with five wedding couples, six clerks of court and relatives. Joy did not want to wed in a church simply because she did not want to be a center of attraction, er, embarrassing errors.
She doesn't fancy weddings and even hates attending one. Her wedding preparation was no grand show at all, except for a last-minute shopping the night before for what to wear on W-Day: a flesh three-fourth sleeved polo to match her pants. Like any ordinary day, Joy went on with her usual routine on her wedding day.
She was present at her workplace and still brought our nephew to class. She teaches in the school where the little boy studies. ``O ano mamaya, kita na lang tayo sa opisina mo. Tapos taxi na lang tayo papunta sa court'' was all she said in the morning before leaving for school. I said okay and went back to sleep.
The rest of my family met me at the office. The people, so used to beating deadlines, were panicking for us though we managed to leave 15 minutes to 1 p.m., the supposed wedding time.
The bride and groom's relatives all went to the Hall of Justice on empty stomachs, thinking the whole entourage would have a late lunch together after the wedding. Unlike a church wedding where the groom arrives first, my sister arrived ahead of the groom.
Along the hallway, my sister and I couldn't stop laughing upon seeing one of the bridesmaids in an almost formal gown. I jokingly told her, ``Buti na lang hindi ka rin nag-gown.'' ``He! He! Excuse me, no!'' was her reply. The clerk of court began the roll call.
Each wedding applicant was guided to their seats. I went in and out of the room to check if everybody's A-okay. Then I remembered the problem. I had to cancel the pre-ordered food for us since we would not be able to make it to the restaurant at 2 p.m.
By then, I felt really hungry. And so did Kerwin, one of the groom's barkada, who couldn't wait any longer that he bought some empanadas at the court's mini-store. I provided the soft drinks even if I don't drink one, and some homemade puto. Papa, Mama, Auntie Baby, the little boy and even Joy were all hungry.
A few minutes after our ``lunch-merienda,'' the clerk of court explained some things to the couples, among them the completion of all court requirements, birth certificates, affixing their commonly used signatures after the solemnization, how much the marriage contract costs and its availability after one week.
Jun, the groom, was also really hungry. He was fuming and told my sister not to stand up but clap when the judge arrives. The much-delayed wedding was further set back after one of the couples failed to comply with the requirements. They forgot to attach the bride's certified true copy of her birth certificate. After the issue was settled, the solemnizing officer finally came out of her chambers.
My sister was the first in line, kasi nga alphabetical order pala. They were followed by an older couple who were living-in for 20 years. The judge was very happy over their decision to wed. I wanted to stop my sister and her husband-to-be from laughing and elbowing each other, but the judge, who was in front of them, outsmarted me.
She caught their attention and said, ``Mga bugoy gyud mong duha dinha hah!'' In 15 minutes, the wedding was over and off we went to the beach for the celebration attended by 14 people, including parents, relatives and friends.
Unlike other wedding aftermaths, I didn't feel any changes at all with Joy's wedding, even if it was the second in the family. Hers was without a honeymoon because the newlyweds spent the night with their barkada.
She was back home shortly before 2 a.m. ``Hay salamat! Tomorrow, back to normal na,'' she said. These days, my sister and her husband still live in their respective houses. The only new thing with her is the wedding ring she now wears. Joy still lives with us and we still share the same room.
She still sleeps in her good-for-two bed and I on the floor with my sleeping bag. We still share the same extension phone, among others. With the entry of the new millennium and another marriage in the family, I felt so blessed being single kahit hindi naging ``bridesmaid ka lang!'' It will be another blessing to walk down the aisle, not as a ``bridesmaid ka lang'' but the bride, so that by then, my elder sister can say, ``Oh well, my sister's wedding.''
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Tisays and the likes
Nauna sya sa linya. Nakatalikod. Mahaba ang buhok, straight at hindi shinampoo lang.
Tisay sya, may dalang chips at soda kasama na ang juice na nasa tetra pak.
Tapos nahalata ko yong cashier at bagger, laging naka-smile sa kanya.
"Ay ayaw kog tawaga og ma'am uy. Pareho lang baya ta," sabi ni tisay.
Kaya naman pala, kalahi pala nila si tisay.
In short kasama sa work sa Mall kaya ayaw patawag ng "Ma'am."
Dayoff lang sya at umattend daw ng wedding.
Nung na-punch na ng cashier ang last three items na binili nya, nagsalita ulit si tisay.
Sabi nya sabay turo sa items, "Ayaw kalimot sa tugsok ani ha?"
Tugsok???
Ahhh yong straw sa tetra pak juice ang ibig sabihin ni tisay.
Haaaaaaaaay!
Amazed talaga ako sa mga tisay. Gaya nga ng lagi kung sinasabi, watch till they open their mouths.
Mamamangha kang talaga.
Noong minsang napadpad kami sa isang sikat na bar-b-q-han sa Project 4, Quezon City, isang tisay na food attendant din ang na-encounter ko dun.
Petite sya at medyo may kagandahan.
Nung nailapag na sa mesa ang order naming bar-b-q at rice, tinanong nya kami ano daw drinks namin.
Syempre di ka sigurado sa tubig, mapipilitan kang umorder ng softdrinks.
Sabi ko "Mountain dew Miss."
Sagot nya: "Ay ma'am, ubos na po."
"Anong meron kayo?" tanong ko.
"Miranda ma'am, chiri flavor" sabi nya.
Bigla ko syang natitigan ng matagal pagsambit nya nang "chiri flavor."
Isa pang haaaaaaaaaaay sa loob-loob ko.
Tapos biglang hirit naman ng kasama ko "Sige miss, isang Miranda yong chiri flavor nyo."
Nong umalis na si miss food attendant, tinukso ako ng kasama ko. Andami daw talagang bisdak sa Manila.
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!
Si tisay sa counter at si tisay na food attendant ay di naiiba.
Pero may tataob sa kanilang dalawa.
Early this year, napadpad kami sa isang Italian resto sa Mindanao.
May kamahalan ang mga order dun, pero sulit sa lasa at serving.
Sa likuran namin may dalawang babaeng nakaupo at katatapos lang ring umorder.
Mga tipong career woman at mga mukhang alta-sa-siyudad at ng a-unwind lang sa resto.
Halos magkasabay lang kami sa pag order at pag ubos ng mga inorder.
Napansin ko yong isa, matangkad, mahaba ang buhok, medyo slim, tisay din sya at naka Havaianas pa.
Biglang sumenyas si tisay sa isang food attendant, yong tipong kukunin mo na ang bill.
Di sya napansin ng lalaking malapit sa counter.
Kumaway si tisay, sabay sabing, "Waiter! ... (Pause) Yong bell please!"
Ano raw? Bell? As in doorbell?
Tumingin ako sa kasama kong super hilig sa mga tisay. Sinigurado ko this time, sya naman ang nadismaya.
"Bell please" huh!
Ngayon ko syang narinig nagsalita ng nagsalita. At naala nya ulit si "chiri flavor!" Walanghiya daw sa porma si tisay sa Italian resto, pero biglang taob ang porma nya sa malambot nyang dila.
Kaya tama ang teacher namin sa public speaking noon. Sabi nya kahit anong ganda mo, kahit mala model na tisay pa kinis ng balat mo, pag ang dila mo ay walang humpay na nag pro-pronounce ng "ceroh" at "melk," hay Inday kahit saang beauty pageant ka sumali, talo ka talaga.
Walang eskwelahang pwedeng pumlantsa ng mga malalambot ang dila.
Kaya kapag may nakita kang tisay and the likes, wag kang tumawang mag-isa, kunwari hindi sila kalahi ni "tugsok," "chiri," at "bell" okay.
Distant relatives lang sila.
At sabayan mo na lang nag kanta, "Ang lahat ng bagay ay magkaugnay, magkaugnay ang lahat."
Tisay sya, may dalang chips at soda kasama na ang juice na nasa tetra pak.
Tapos nahalata ko yong cashier at bagger, laging naka-smile sa kanya.
"Ay ayaw kog tawaga og ma'am uy. Pareho lang baya ta," sabi ni tisay.
Kaya naman pala, kalahi pala nila si tisay.
In short kasama sa work sa Mall kaya ayaw patawag ng "Ma'am."
Dayoff lang sya at umattend daw ng wedding.
Nung na-punch na ng cashier ang last three items na binili nya, nagsalita ulit si tisay.
Sabi nya sabay turo sa items, "Ayaw kalimot sa tugsok ani ha?"
Tugsok???
Ahhh yong straw sa tetra pak juice ang ibig sabihin ni tisay.
Haaaaaaaaay!
Amazed talaga ako sa mga tisay. Gaya nga ng lagi kung sinasabi, watch till they open their mouths.
Mamamangha kang talaga.
Noong minsang napadpad kami sa isang sikat na bar-b-q-han sa Project 4, Quezon City, isang tisay na food attendant din ang na-encounter ko dun.
Petite sya at medyo may kagandahan.
Nung nailapag na sa mesa ang order naming bar-b-q at rice, tinanong nya kami ano daw drinks namin.
Syempre di ka sigurado sa tubig, mapipilitan kang umorder ng softdrinks.
Sabi ko "Mountain dew Miss."
Sagot nya: "Ay ma'am, ubos na po."
"Anong meron kayo?" tanong ko.
"Miranda ma'am, chiri flavor" sabi nya.
Bigla ko syang natitigan ng matagal pagsambit nya nang "chiri flavor."
Isa pang haaaaaaaaaaay sa loob-loob ko.
Tapos biglang hirit naman ng kasama ko "Sige miss, isang Miranda yong chiri flavor nyo."
Nong umalis na si miss food attendant, tinukso ako ng kasama ko. Andami daw talagang bisdak sa Manila.
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!
Si tisay sa counter at si tisay na food attendant ay di naiiba.
Pero may tataob sa kanilang dalawa.
Early this year, napadpad kami sa isang Italian resto sa Mindanao.
May kamahalan ang mga order dun, pero sulit sa lasa at serving.
Sa likuran namin may dalawang babaeng nakaupo at katatapos lang ring umorder.
Mga tipong career woman at mga mukhang alta-sa-siyudad at ng a-unwind lang sa resto.
Halos magkasabay lang kami sa pag order at pag ubos ng mga inorder.
Napansin ko yong isa, matangkad, mahaba ang buhok, medyo slim, tisay din sya at naka Havaianas pa.
Biglang sumenyas si tisay sa isang food attendant, yong tipong kukunin mo na ang bill.
Di sya napansin ng lalaking malapit sa counter.
Kumaway si tisay, sabay sabing, "Waiter! ... (Pause) Yong bell please!"
Ano raw? Bell? As in doorbell?
Tumingin ako sa kasama kong super hilig sa mga tisay. Sinigurado ko this time, sya naman ang nadismaya.
"Bell please" huh!
Ngayon ko syang narinig nagsalita ng nagsalita. At naala nya ulit si "chiri flavor!" Walanghiya daw sa porma si tisay sa Italian resto, pero biglang taob ang porma nya sa malambot nyang dila.
Kaya tama ang teacher namin sa public speaking noon. Sabi nya kahit anong ganda mo, kahit mala model na tisay pa kinis ng balat mo, pag ang dila mo ay walang humpay na nag pro-pronounce ng "ceroh" at "melk," hay Inday kahit saang beauty pageant ka sumali, talo ka talaga.
Walang eskwelahang pwedeng pumlantsa ng mga malalambot ang dila.
Kaya kapag may nakita kang tisay and the likes, wag kang tumawang mag-isa, kunwari hindi sila kalahi ni "tugsok," "chiri," at "bell" okay.
Distant relatives lang sila.
At sabayan mo na lang nag kanta, "Ang lahat ng bagay ay magkaugnay, magkaugnay ang lahat."
Saturday, June 9, 2007
In search of pancit canton
Linggo. 3 June.
Kararating lang sa byahe.
Nagpahinga muna tapos inihanda ang alarm para sa maagang pagising kinabukasan.
Pero wala atang silbi ang alarm.
Kinuha ang cellphone. Naka snooze. Snooze set ulet, tapos natulog.
Linggo nga naman ngayon. Araw ng pahinga. Pwedeng matulog ng matulog at gumising ng tanghali.
Pero teka, tuwing nasa ibang lugar naman, kasama sa routine ang 11am mass sa XU.
Lagi itong nakalista sa itinerary.
Sya, sya, gising nga sabi eh, 9 am.
Nagluto, naligo, namalantsa. Sa madaling sabi, natapos lahat ng gawain bandang 10.30 am.
10.40 pinaandar ang sasakyan at humarurot na sa kalye, naghahabol para di mahuli sa sermon ni Padre.
10.50 pinarada na ang kariton sa tabi ng daan.
Sa simbahan, para kang binabad sa harap ng araw. Ang init poh, Diyos ko, hindi po gumagana ang mga electric fan sa tabi ng dingding nyo. Brownout pala at mukhang nagtitipid ang mga Heswita sa kuryente nila.
Eto paypay ko, ginupit na RX pad galing sa isang doktor. Kinayang magbigay ng hangin ng 1/4 na papel na ito.
Isang oras ang lumipas at tapos na rin si Padre sa misa nya.
At sa paglabas sa simbahan, nagmasid sa mga nakadikit na posters sa daan ng eskwelahan.
Isip, isip, saan kaya magandang mananghalian?
Sa dami dami ng gustong kainin ang ending eh sa Lim Ket Kai rin.Oooops teka, showing pa ba ang Pirates of the Carribean?
Showing pa nga. Walang magawa kaya bumili ng advance tickets. Showing time 3pm.
At napadpad sa gawing Greenwich pero mukhang aabutin tayo ng Edsa sa haba ng mga taong gutom na nakapila.
Umalis, naghanap ng ibang pwedeng puntahan. Pero di na kinaya ng mga nag ra-rallying alaga sa loob ng tiyan, naglakad ulit at bumalik sa Greenwich.
Umorder, nakipag-share-a-table-win-a-friend, habang hinihintay ang order.
Dumating ang order pero kulang naman ng ketsup. Ng request, inasikaso, ang milagro naman ngayon napadpad sa ibang mesa ang ni-request na ketsup.
Minamalas na ba kami? Tabi tabi po.
Teka, sige kainan na.
Isang oras naglibot sa mall, unti unting pinapatay ang oras para habulin si Jack Sparrow at ang crew nya bandang alas-tres ng hapon.
Hay naku, medyo nakakaantok ang story of his life nya. Paglabas sa sinehan, ibang idea naman ang naisipan.
Badminton!
Pumarada sa isang badminton court, nagbihis, naglaro, nagbihis ulet.
Hapunan na. Anong menu natin?
Pagod, uhaw at gutom na, first stop, Mandarin Tea Garden.
Pero wala silang canton.
Tayuan na mga kapatid, lipat sa ibang kainan. This time sa Bagong Lipunan malapit lang sa Mandarin.
Umupo, tinignan ang menu, canton order ulet pero biglang hirit ng food attendant "Ay, ubos na po ang canton namin."
Pag minamalas ka nga naman. Pero di dapat nawalan ng pag-asa, tinanong namin sya kung sa isang branch nila meron nga ba?
Baka meron naman daw, kaya hinanap ang isa pang Bagong Lipunan sa ibang kalye.
Sugod mga kapatid, umupo ulet, kinuha ang menu, at umorder.
Puno ng canton ang tindahang ito kulang nga lang sa tea, kahit anong tea pa ang gusto mo out-of-stock sila. Pero naka-display pa rin na nagbebenta sila ng tea.
Naisip ko kung doon sa isang branch nila ubos ang canton at dito ubos ang tea, tanong ko tuloy mukhang candidate na silang magsara?
Sabi ni food attendant mga 15 minutes lang daw ang order.
Nagbilang ulit ng oras, hmmmm mukhang 30 minutes na ata ala pang nailapag sa table namin.
Tapos eto nakikita mo ang katabi mong table, kumpleto na order nila. Anim sila, anim na mga gutom na sikmura.
Nakatitig lang kami sa order nila, adobong liver, chopsuey, pancit at may isda pa. Andami talaga. Tapos nauna sila?
Hello? What's wrong brother?
Doon tumayo na ako at di ko na kayang tiisin pa. Lumapit sa counter at dun ko nadiscover, ito palang si food attendant sa sobrang busy sa pagliligpit ng mga kinainan ng ibang customers, simpleng iniwan lamang ang order slip namin sa receiving area nila hanggang sa napatungan ng napatungan ng order ng iba.
Sa pagkakataong ito gusto ko nang sumigaw sa gutom! Pero tiniis ko, hinahanap ng mga mata ko ang pintuan palabas sa gusaling ito.
Sa loob nang kariton naisip ko tama ang sabi ni Dennis nung napadpad din sya rito, from Cafe Laguna to Cagay-anon Restaurant to Grand Caprice Restaurant to Gloria Maris, walang alimangong babae. Lalaki at bading lang ang nakadisplay sa aquariums nila.
Tama nga na sabihin nya na kung merong magtatanong sa kanya tungkol sa City of Golden Friendship, isa lamang pabirong sagot nya, "Ay dong! Wag ka nang pumunta malungkot dun dong!."
Tama nga ba sya?
Eh kung sa kanya alimangong babae lang hanap nya para sa aligi, malungkot na.
Ano pa kayang tawag nyo sa simpleng search of pancit canton lang.
Malungkot nga ba talaga?
Kararating lang sa byahe.
Nagpahinga muna tapos inihanda ang alarm para sa maagang pagising kinabukasan.
Pero wala atang silbi ang alarm.
Kinuha ang cellphone. Naka snooze. Snooze set ulet, tapos natulog.
Linggo nga naman ngayon. Araw ng pahinga. Pwedeng matulog ng matulog at gumising ng tanghali.
Pero teka, tuwing nasa ibang lugar naman, kasama sa routine ang 11am mass sa XU.
Lagi itong nakalista sa itinerary.
Sya, sya, gising nga sabi eh, 9 am.
Nagluto, naligo, namalantsa. Sa madaling sabi, natapos lahat ng gawain bandang 10.30 am.
10.40 pinaandar ang sasakyan at humarurot na sa kalye, naghahabol para di mahuli sa sermon ni Padre.
10.50 pinarada na ang kariton sa tabi ng daan.
Sa simbahan, para kang binabad sa harap ng araw. Ang init poh, Diyos ko, hindi po gumagana ang mga electric fan sa tabi ng dingding nyo. Brownout pala at mukhang nagtitipid ang mga Heswita sa kuryente nila.
Eto paypay ko, ginupit na RX pad galing sa isang doktor. Kinayang magbigay ng hangin ng 1/4 na papel na ito.
Isang oras ang lumipas at tapos na rin si Padre sa misa nya.
At sa paglabas sa simbahan, nagmasid sa mga nakadikit na posters sa daan ng eskwelahan.
Isip, isip, saan kaya magandang mananghalian?
Sa dami dami ng gustong kainin ang ending eh sa Lim Ket Kai rin.Oooops teka, showing pa ba ang Pirates of the Carribean?
Showing pa nga. Walang magawa kaya bumili ng advance tickets. Showing time 3pm.
At napadpad sa gawing Greenwich pero mukhang aabutin tayo ng Edsa sa haba ng mga taong gutom na nakapila.
Umalis, naghanap ng ibang pwedeng puntahan. Pero di na kinaya ng mga nag ra-rallying alaga sa loob ng tiyan, naglakad ulit at bumalik sa Greenwich.
Umorder, nakipag-share-a-table-win-a-friend, habang hinihintay ang order.
Dumating ang order pero kulang naman ng ketsup. Ng request, inasikaso, ang milagro naman ngayon napadpad sa ibang mesa ang ni-request na ketsup.
Minamalas na ba kami? Tabi tabi po.
Teka, sige kainan na.
Isang oras naglibot sa mall, unti unting pinapatay ang oras para habulin si Jack Sparrow at ang crew nya bandang alas-tres ng hapon.
Hay naku, medyo nakakaantok ang story of his life nya. Paglabas sa sinehan, ibang idea naman ang naisipan.
Badminton!
Pumarada sa isang badminton court, nagbihis, naglaro, nagbihis ulet.
Hapunan na. Anong menu natin?
Pagod, uhaw at gutom na, first stop, Mandarin Tea Garden.
Pero wala silang canton.
Tayuan na mga kapatid, lipat sa ibang kainan. This time sa Bagong Lipunan malapit lang sa Mandarin.
Umupo, tinignan ang menu, canton order ulet pero biglang hirit ng food attendant "Ay, ubos na po ang canton namin."
Pag minamalas ka nga naman. Pero di dapat nawalan ng pag-asa, tinanong namin sya kung sa isang branch nila meron nga ba?
Baka meron naman daw, kaya hinanap ang isa pang Bagong Lipunan sa ibang kalye.
Sugod mga kapatid, umupo ulet, kinuha ang menu, at umorder.
Puno ng canton ang tindahang ito kulang nga lang sa tea, kahit anong tea pa ang gusto mo out-of-stock sila. Pero naka-display pa rin na nagbebenta sila ng tea.
Naisip ko kung doon sa isang branch nila ubos ang canton at dito ubos ang tea, tanong ko tuloy mukhang candidate na silang magsara?
Sabi ni food attendant mga 15 minutes lang daw ang order.
Nagbilang ulit ng oras, hmmmm mukhang 30 minutes na ata ala pang nailapag sa table namin.
Tapos eto nakikita mo ang katabi mong table, kumpleto na order nila. Anim sila, anim na mga gutom na sikmura.
Nakatitig lang kami sa order nila, adobong liver, chopsuey, pancit at may isda pa. Andami talaga. Tapos nauna sila?
Hello? What's wrong brother?
Doon tumayo na ako at di ko na kayang tiisin pa. Lumapit sa counter at dun ko nadiscover, ito palang si food attendant sa sobrang busy sa pagliligpit ng mga kinainan ng ibang customers, simpleng iniwan lamang ang order slip namin sa receiving area nila hanggang sa napatungan ng napatungan ng order ng iba.
Sa pagkakataong ito gusto ko nang sumigaw sa gutom! Pero tiniis ko, hinahanap ng mga mata ko ang pintuan palabas sa gusaling ito.
Sa loob nang kariton naisip ko tama ang sabi ni Dennis nung napadpad din sya rito, from Cafe Laguna to Cagay-anon Restaurant to Grand Caprice Restaurant to Gloria Maris, walang alimangong babae. Lalaki at bading lang ang nakadisplay sa aquariums nila.
Tama nga na sabihin nya na kung merong magtatanong sa kanya tungkol sa City of Golden Friendship, isa lamang pabirong sagot nya, "Ay dong! Wag ka nang pumunta malungkot dun dong!."
Tama nga ba sya?
Eh kung sa kanya alimangong babae lang hanap nya para sa aligi, malungkot na.
Ano pa kayang tawag nyo sa simpleng search of pancit canton lang.
Malungkot nga ba talaga?
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