Homeowner President

Matagal tagal na rin akong di nakabalik sa dating rota ng pagsakay sa public utility vehicle.
Limang buwan din akong nagmaneho ng pribadong sasakyan hanggang sa dumating ang panahong kailangan na syang ibalik sa tunay na nag mamay-ari.

Isang gabi matapos akong mag grocery, hinabol ko ang last trip ng jeep papuntang subdibisyon namin.
Papasok pa lang nakita ko na si presidente ng association namin.

Sabi ko sa sarili ko para megaphone na naman ang boses nito.

True enough pag-upo ko may kausap nga sya. Yong taong nasa harapan nya.
Isang homeowner din, tapos ang pinag-uusapan nila itong Balikatan housing issue.

Ewan ko ba bakit natiis nong babaeng pakinggan ang kayabangan nya.

Gusto ko nang bumaba eh, yong tipong puno na nang hangin ang tono ng boses nya at usapan nila.

Kaso naisip ko, last trip na to eh pag bumaba ako, taxi na ang ending ko.

Bigla sinabi ni homeowner president, ng fax daw si speaker of the house sa kanya. At kagagaling lang daw nya sa city council, at ng overtime sila para sa mga susunod na aksyon, at bukas lalabas sa lahat ng pahayagan ang kadramahan nila.

Ang galeng galeng nya talaga.

Wala akong planong makinig pa sa usapan nila, pero di ko napigilang isulat sa cellphone ko ang tanong nya sa babaeng homeowner.

Tanong nya sa babae "kanino ba yong bahay, under the name of you or under your husband?"

Genius syang talaga.

Ay naku, naniniwala talaga akong produkto ng Promil na gatas si homeowner president.

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Skye... not the eagle up high

Ewan ko ba bakit ang tao pag antagal kang di nakita, andaming tanong.
Ang hilig hilig magtanong.

"Uy kamuzta ka na? Nag-asawa ka na ba? May anak ka na?"
Mga ganyang tipong drama.

Oo may anak na ako. Anim na buwan na sya at mahigit sampung-libo na nagastos ko sa kanya.

Oo, aso ang anak ko.

Binigyan ako ng aso. Baby namin `to, sa mga di pa tapos magtanong ng kung anu-ano.

Patpatin ka pa lang noong una kang pinakita sa kin.

Bitbit ka ni Mamang Gorio as advance na pamasko.

Out of stock raw ang Labrador eh kaya eto ka karang-karang niya.

Naalala ko pa, takot ka sa biyahe, tumatago ka pa nga sa ilalim na kariton.

Halos tug-of-war at hide-and-seek ang drama niyo. Pinainom ka pa ng malamig na tubig at sa

kalagitnaan ng biyahe munting ka nang himatayin.






Tapos noong iharap ka na sa akin, naihi ka sa harap ng iba.

Halatang totoy na totoy ka pa. Mukhang di makabasag pinggan sa sobrang amo ang drama.


Ilang buwan ang nakalipas at matapos nag mahabang prosesong bakuna rito, bakuna roon, purga rito, purga roon.

Unti-unting nagbago ang hitsura mo.

From todler patpatin to growing puppy. Ganito ka naman pag play-mode ang drama.






Pag tamad-mode naman ang drama mo.
Ganito ka lang. Etong tamad-mode ang gustong-gusto ng lahat ng tao sa bahay.

Hindi nauubos ang mga plastic, newspapers at tsinelas sa mga ngipin mo.







At yong original mong amo, pati ako kinukulit, ano na raw hitsura mo.

Miss ka na niya, siguro.

Kaya noong nakaraang linggo, bago kami nagbakasyon sa Loakan.

Nag pa-picture ka na naman.
Katakot ka na. Para kang guwardiya ng airport o mall.






Nagbibinata ka na nga. Puppy pa pero mukhang binata na.
At gwapo ka na raw, gwapo na katawan mo.
Plus 1,000 pogi points sigurado pagnatapos mo K-9 schooling mo.




Eto ka Skye, before naging preso sa kulungan mo.

Baby Mal

sa iyong pagdating ...

handa na ang lahat...

Ang donuts ni Cello

Let us "donut talk" today.

Word of mouth.

It was first introduced to him by a fellow-building-mate in Quezon City if I’m not mistaken.
Next thing he did was date me to this place at 11 p.m.
Indeed, I fell in love with the donut. Kala niyo sa kanya ano?
Syemfrey sa kanya rin. Kailangan pa bang i-memorize yon.


Cello’s Doughnuts and Dips first opened in Katipunan Road, Quezon City just in front of Ateneo de Manila in 2004.


Eto ata considered favorite doughnut ng mga Atenista sa Katips.
Its owner is young entrepreneur named Cello Santos.


She sells unique donuts in different flavors like Chocnut, Oreo, chocolate, cheese, peanut butter, M&M’s.


Given with a small mouth, their cocktails is what I like more.

Cocktail is a bite size version of their donut.

Ginawa siya para sa may mga cute na mouth. Hmmmm.

A year after, they opened another store along Taft Avenue in Manila.
This is how the Cellos' Taft branch looks like.




In October of 2006 they had another one in Greenhills, San Juan.

That’s where I bought my four boxes in November of 2007 minus my driver-escort-bodyguard in tow. Forgot to get pictures of the shop though... Ohhh, I miss Evo, Mazzie and Goldi.

I am not a donut freak but I highly recommend Cello’s as your must-bring-pasalubong home.
Sabi nga nung young PAL flight attendant when she saw me placed my Davao-bound pasalubong inside the plane’s overhead compartment, “Ay Cello’s sa Katips. Masarap yan Ma’am!”

“YES!” Of course, I replied with very convincing smile.
“May shop na sila sa Greenhills,” I added.


Sayang, nakalimutan ko nga lang sabihing “Cello’s donuts and dips is a pamatay date place.”

So when you are in Quezon City, Taft or Greenhills, find time to visit Cello’s and have a taste of their sumptuous pillows, cocktails or donuts.


I’ve tasted Go Nuts and Krispy Kreme. I say nothing beats Cello’s simply because it’s not overrated-over-sugarcoated donut that melts in your mouth.

Have you eaten a donut from Cello’s?
Hmmmm, we did!
Hit na hit ang donut mo Cello. Pantawid gutom na siya, pamatay date place pa.
Kain na!

Nikon blah

"Buying a Nikon doesn't make you a photographer. It makes you a Nikon owner" ~ Author Unknown

My version: "Buying a Nikon doesn't make you a photographer.
It makes you a beautiful Nikon owner!"

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Promote Philippines... Air Philippines

I am not a frequent flyer but I do get my own share of pre-departure-send-off drama in real life.

Whining inside an airport terminal is common among well-wishers and even with passengers, that’s talking on my personal experience for once I was a victim of a delayed flight.

Last Friday, with one small plastic bag in tow and as early as 8a.m. I walked under the heat of the sun to an airport terminal.

Was there to meet a college barkada who is scheduled to leave for Manila at 9.40 a.m.
The plastic bag I carried was filled with “pasalubong orders” of other college barkadas now working in Qatar.

Believe me “pasalubong” includes hopia, dice, facial soap, puto plastic baking pan and slippers.

With no hassle at all, arriving more than one hour before the flight, we pushed Etol’s cart into the pre-departure area, only to be told by the “airport tulak boys” the flight was cancelled.
Pakshet!

Sige na nga, to be really sure, Etol and I proceeded to the check-in counter, lining up with other people who has the same flight schedule.

True indeed the flight was cancelled.
Wala lang, siguro wala lang silang mapalipad na eroplano.
Cancelled lang ang flight. As simple as that.

Sure we want to make talak-talak but still with a smile we manage to ask the counter clerk so politely on how will Etol board her 5.10p.m. flight to Doha when they transferred her to the PAL’s 4 p.m. flight.

Kala namin kami lang ang praning and worried … until we heard a voice in front us spokening bow-wow-wow.

American Joe nagyawyaw.

Holding his half-Pinay, half-American little daughter, and supported by his Pinay wife, he raised his voice.

Etol and I just listened. Uzi ears kami while at his back.

“What? They cancelled it?,” sabi ni ‘Kano.

Etol and I smiled.

And then he said “That’s stupid. Just like that, they cancelled the flight without telling us why?”

Again, Etol and I smiled. Katawa na mi gamay while continuously making use of our Uzi ears.

And then the wife tried to calm him down.

Drama kunwari sya, “Where’s your luggage? Just attend to your luggage.”

Smile and katawa gihapon ‘mi and chorused “nagyawyaw gyud sya bayot!”

Alangan pud uy, connecting flight pud sila to US.

And he raised his voice again saying “This is Philippines. Promote Philippines….”

Katawa na gyud mig maayo uy, dili na madalang smile smile.

Sikat gyud Pinoy no?

Only in the Philippines.

Og kani ang sumpay sa iyang yawyaw.

Hold your horses mga kababayan ko.


“…First they rob my house and now they cancelled my flight.”

Ammmmm. Mao sya yawyaw uy.

Tatak Pinoy talaga.

The ever sikat Pinoy robbers.

Kaw daw beh. First you rob his house and then you cancelled his flight.

Promote Pilipins, sakay ka pag Air Pilipins?

Run down the rapids bugsay bugsay

Much has been said about white water rafting and water tubing.

Water rafting is now a must-do-list when you visit the cities of Davao and Cagayan de Oro.
Rafting in Mindanao became a word of mouth among adventure seekers wanting to feel minutes or hours of adrenalin rush in their bodies.
Syempre mas maraming dose ng adrenalin rush if freebie ang rafting.
Adventure seekers are all soaking wet and wild after the rush. Sunburn on your skin included.
Last year my sister Joy and I tried rafting Davao style.
That time it was a grand sum of P2K per head, but thanks to Ryan who served as our passport for the more than one hour walay-tumba-balintong-ride with "high-five's."
Para may idea kayo. Ganito ang magiging hitsura nyo when you try rafting in Davao.








Warning!!!
When there's heavy rain in Calinan area down to lowlands, the water looks like cold iced-tea.
Nonetheless, you get what you paid for.
And if the ride is free you have no right to whine. Just enjoy the fun with a perfect high-five!.