Usaping Halo-halo
Ipagpapatuloy natin ang makabuluhang pagtalakay sa isang mabigat ng panlipunang isyu. Ano ang nagpapasarap sa halo-halo? Simple ang sagot riyan, kinaskas na yelo. Kahit wala ka nang pakaong-kaong o panata-nata-de-coco, kahit puro saba, sago at ube lang para sa iyo ay halo-halo na, oks yun!
Basta iwanan ang dinurog na yelo, kahit pa na-blender o na-food factory iyan. Kinaskas na yelo o shaved ice ang magpapasarap talaga riyan. Yun bang tipong natutunaw talaga kapag nilalagyan mo ng gatas! Tipo bang nakikipagniig sa dila!
Wala lang. Malapit na kasi tag-init e. Naisipan ko lang na mas gusto pala talaga ang tradisyunal na halo-halo kesa blizzard.
Nga pala, kung nasa coffee shop business ka, huwag kang kukuha ng tao mula sa Dairy Queen. Hindi ako naninira. Pero naisipan mo na ba kung anong mangyayari kung kumuha ang Starbucks o Figaro's ng crew mula sa DQ?
"Dennis!" tatawagin niya yung pangalan mong nakapentel sa styrocup. Tapos itataas niya ang baso...
...at babaligtarin ito. Sa kasawiang-palad, iba ang "staying power" ng blizzard kumpara sa kape.
O isa pang ihahalo rito, mega-plug na naman ako sa Pansitan ni Ate Sienna. Ok ang sayt na ito. Magaling magsulat, magpakyut, at magpataas ng kilay itong si Ate. Bisitahin ang kanyang "discussion board" para sa huntahan. Ang kagalingan nitong si Ate e nasa pagpili ng kanyang paksain.
Nga pala, na-feature ang mga tekstong bopis sa kanyang Row Por isyu. Hehe.
Sa susunod na magbuhat ako ng bangko, hampasin n'yo na lang ako sa ulo. Ng bangko.
Naroon rin (at mas karapat-dapat naman talaga!) ang mga rebyu tungkol sa sayt ng katropa ko sa Susmariosep! na si CokeAddict at ang paborito kong all-Pinoy blogger na kilala ko lang sa Guniguni.
Inggit naman daw ako kina Mark at ang tropang nagkita-kita sa Powerplant. Kilala ko ruon ang kasusma(?) kong Taym Matsing at ang kablock (hehe) kong si Kantogirl.
Alam kong nakakairita ang sulating ito dahil nga halo-halo. Pero kung tyinaga talaga at binasa hanggang sa puntong ito, heto ang premyo.Kapag nakita nyo ko, haltakin nyo ko para ililibre ko kayo ng halo-halo.
Nanalo nga pala ako ng Revo sa Pamaskong Handog sa 7-11. Kung gusto niyo, tsek nyo pa sa inyong suking 24-hour convenience store kung sino ang hinayupak na nanalo ng grand prize.
Pero bago ang lahat, ihanap nyo muna ako ng mapagbebentahan. Kelangan ko ng pambili ng halo-halo nyo e.
***
Sa lahat sa gesbuk, hello! Kumander, saludo ako sa iyo. Sinulat ko na rin ito dito para matanggal sa isip ko yung isang bagay na di hamak namang mas malaki. Gusto ko kasing isulat e. Nasanay na ako sa blog. Pero bakit ba parang hindi ito ang tamang venyu?
Peb 5, 2002
Sanyata
For them there are words upon words upon words. What need have you of my whim or tales? You possess my Silence. And everything else that pours forth from it. At last you understand. There is no need for the vast sea to envy froth and bubbles. Despite everything that is bleak, I am happy. And the cause should know her effect.
Visit me again. I am your vassal.
Visit me again. I am your vassal.
All Apologies, No Justification
I'm being such a difficult person lately. It's a wonder my friends are still there for me. I'm sorry I can't talk freely guys. I owe you much, I know. But I'm trying not too say as much as I did before because I don't know how my words will come out. If I were the normal bitch, I'd probably be very cranky right now, cussing under my breath, devil eyes and all.
But I had to be the weird silent-type jerk. So I have all that, attitude, breath, and eyes, all crushed under my control-freakiness. So I pass off as someone sunk in downers, bubbling at the mouth, froth and all. Wearing a very dumb expression.
But I'm trying to contain it. If I don't give much feedback lately, it's not because I'm not listening. It's because I don't know what shape or tone my words will take if I let them have their way. But I'm listening, really, I am! Despite this dumb look on my face.
Thanks for understanding. I wouldn't know if I'd be just as gracious if we exchanged places. Adversity tells us a lot of things. Sometimes we think if these lessons are really worth it. Aren't they just too costly?
But we get them anyway. Like some consolation prize for losers. This time though, the "prize" consoled me a bit. I'm (somehow perversely) glad that I woke up today thinking that I had such stout-hearted friends.
That lasted for about a full minute. Then I got depressed again because I realized how much of a weird jerk I've been in comparison.
Feeling much like: crushed ginger
Sleeping a lot like: ready-to-cook live catfish
Thinking just like: lazy prawn
Walking much like: ready-to-cook live catfish
...on drugs
I'm being such a difficult person lately. It's a wonder my friends are still there for me. I'm sorry I can't talk freely guys. I owe you much, I know. But I'm trying not too say as much as I did before because I don't know how my words will come out. If I were the normal bitch, I'd probably be very cranky right now, cussing under my breath, devil eyes and all.
But I had to be the weird silent-type jerk. So I have all that, attitude, breath, and eyes, all crushed under my control-freakiness. So I pass off as someone sunk in downers, bubbling at the mouth, froth and all. Wearing a very dumb expression.
But I'm trying to contain it. If I don't give much feedback lately, it's not because I'm not listening. It's because I don't know what shape or tone my words will take if I let them have their way. But I'm listening, really, I am! Despite this dumb look on my face.
Thanks for understanding. I wouldn't know if I'd be just as gracious if we exchanged places. Adversity tells us a lot of things. Sometimes we think if these lessons are really worth it. Aren't they just too costly?
But we get them anyway. Like some consolation prize for losers. This time though, the "prize" consoled me a bit. I'm (somehow perversely) glad that I woke up today thinking that I had such stout-hearted friends.
That lasted for about a full minute. Then I got depressed again because I realized how much of a weird jerk I've been in comparison.
Feeling much like: crushed ginger
Sleeping a lot like: ready-to-cook live catfish
Thinking just like: lazy prawn
Walking much like: ready-to-cook live catfish
...on drugs
Peb 1, 2002
Kris was talking about endless food. I remember my own Kamayan buffet table experience. We were in the desserts section see? We were an assembly of strangers trying to concoct our own halo-halo from the selection. There was an assortment of beans, sliced sweetened saba, ube, leche flan - the works really! We were all standing there, filling our special glasses to the brim, until the bowl of ice came.
We looked at our glasses, each other's glasses, and finally each other. We smiled. No one left any room for the ice.
We looked at our glasses, each other's glasses, and finally each other. We smiled. No one left any room for the ice.
Patoma kayo!
January 28 (2001) - Hello Rosally. How was the "party"? Man, you're in way over your head! But if you must really prove yourself in that field... Just, belated happy birthday and good luck on Valentine's day! (",)
January 29 (circa 1800) - How's work? I'm sorry this was so belated! In any case, I'm just really glad I got to greet you here! Happy, happy birthday Michelle!
January 31 (1901) - Happy birthday Ria! It seems you are on your way to being a full-fledged weblogger. Despite all your sighs, I hope you smile even once on your birthday! I hope you won't go to The House...
February 1 (1969) - Happy Birthday Eugene! I miss our walks to Philcoa and our anti-McDo poems. Well, our paths will part but don't be a stranger man. At least not now when you're on to give us a birthday treat!
January 28 (2001) - Hello Rosally. How was the "party"? Man, you're in way over your head! But if you must really prove yourself in that field... Just, belated happy birthday and good luck on Valentine's day! (",)
January 29 (circa 1800) - How's work? I'm sorry this was so belated! In any case, I'm just really glad I got to greet you here! Happy, happy birthday Michelle!
January 31 (1901) - Happy birthday Ria! It seems you are on your way to being a full-fledged weblogger. Despite all your sighs, I hope you smile even once on your birthday! I hope you won't go to The House...
February 1 (1969) - Happy Birthday Eugene! I miss our walks to Philcoa and our anti-McDo poems. Well, our paths will part but don't be a stranger man. At least not now when you're on to give us a birthday treat!
Banderitas
Magarbo ang disenyo sa kalye namin. Fiesta kasi rito sa Guadalupe Viejo. Para sa banderitas, nakakuha sila ng sandamukal na mga poster ng isang detergent brand. Kulay bughaw at puti ang mga poster.
Ginupit-gupit nila ito sa sukat na tatsulok. Tapos nakalagay sa mga straw string. Ang maganda rito, kumpol-kumpol ang pagkakasabit ng mga string. Magkakalapit talaga, ilang pulgada lang ang layo sa isa't isa! Para tuloy binubungan mo yung buong kalye ng isa pang mas mababang layer ng bughaw at puting langit!
Sa bawat kinseng tali, merong isinabit sa gitna na isang plastik na paket mula naman sa isang "bumubulong" na kompanya ng feminine napkin. Pero pula ito kaya nakakatawag-pansin. Nagsusumigaw talaga, korteng puso pa. Isang linggo na nakakabit ang mga ito. Malamang paabutin na nila ang disenyo hanggang Valentines.
***
Stop and Smell the Flowers
If all goes well, I might come up to Baguio again! This time, I'll have a different company in tow. Two of the hardiest folk I know. It's really going to be tough keeping up with them. These two guys eat so fast, walk so resolutely, and talk such strong words. If we come across the "bad elements," so to speak, they'll either beat the crap out of them or run so fast and leave me to my picturesque doom amid the colors of the Flower Festival.
Both of them have firm political convictions. And since they do not wear the same color in the spectrum, I'll probably be caught between an exchange of fireworks.
Our little troop may be graced by the Flower among flowers. She might be our host. She is a resident of Baguio, which I have dubbed as the land of the perpetual blush. Those people have great skins. Of course, her glow is no exception.
Though not exactly a northern-exposure-tripper like the rest of us, she still looks forward to the parade. If a native could still appreciate what has been so frequently served her, it must really be good. That's the rule of thumb for cuisine, tourist spots, and festivities.
I hope we get to visit Good Shepherd this time. Those are damn fine sweets. And I mean fine, not a vulgar blend, really smooth. Somehow maybe, they can infect their ube, starwberry, and nut with their serenity.
And all those leafy veggies! Another salad at home I think, I won't mind a Lettuce and Green Pepper Festival! And maybe, if we're very, very lucky, our dear guide might show us some dogmeat.
February 22-25. Send me an SMS if you're there! Let's see what's to be seen, taste what's to be tasted, and smell what should be smelled! Send me some message too if you want pasalubong!
***
Want to read about a postgraduate schoolgirl crush? That one is by Belle.
Magarbo ang disenyo sa kalye namin. Fiesta kasi rito sa Guadalupe Viejo. Para sa banderitas, nakakuha sila ng sandamukal na mga poster ng isang detergent brand. Kulay bughaw at puti ang mga poster.
Ginupit-gupit nila ito sa sukat na tatsulok. Tapos nakalagay sa mga straw string. Ang maganda rito, kumpol-kumpol ang pagkakasabit ng mga string. Magkakalapit talaga, ilang pulgada lang ang layo sa isa't isa! Para tuloy binubungan mo yung buong kalye ng isa pang mas mababang layer ng bughaw at puting langit!
Sa bawat kinseng tali, merong isinabit sa gitna na isang plastik na paket mula naman sa isang "bumubulong" na kompanya ng feminine napkin. Pero pula ito kaya nakakatawag-pansin. Nagsusumigaw talaga, korteng puso pa. Isang linggo na nakakabit ang mga ito. Malamang paabutin na nila ang disenyo hanggang Valentines.
***
Stop and Smell the Flowers
If all goes well, I might come up to Baguio again! This time, I'll have a different company in tow. Two of the hardiest folk I know. It's really going to be tough keeping up with them. These two guys eat so fast, walk so resolutely, and talk such strong words. If we come across the "bad elements," so to speak, they'll either beat the crap out of them or run so fast and leave me to my picturesque doom amid the colors of the Flower Festival.
Both of them have firm political convictions. And since they do not wear the same color in the spectrum, I'll probably be caught between an exchange of fireworks.
Our little troop may be graced by the Flower among flowers. She might be our host. She is a resident of Baguio, which I have dubbed as the land of the perpetual blush. Those people have great skins. Of course, her glow is no exception.
Though not exactly a northern-exposure-tripper like the rest of us, she still looks forward to the parade. If a native could still appreciate what has been so frequently served her, it must really be good. That's the rule of thumb for cuisine, tourist spots, and festivities.
I hope we get to visit Good Shepherd this time. Those are damn fine sweets. And I mean fine, not a vulgar blend, really smooth. Somehow maybe, they can infect their ube, starwberry, and nut with their serenity.
And all those leafy veggies! Another salad at home I think, I won't mind a Lettuce and Green Pepper Festival! And maybe, if we're very, very lucky, our dear guide might show us some dogmeat.
February 22-25. Send me an SMS if you're there! Let's see what's to be seen, taste what's to be tasted, and smell what should be smelled! Send me some message too if you want pasalubong!
***
Want to read about a postgraduate schoolgirl crush? That one is by Belle.
Maligayang Kaarawan!
Gaganapin sa Sabado, Pebrero a-dos na walang pasok ang Pangkulturang Paggunita ng Kilusang Pangmanggagawa sa Pilipinas. Maligayang bati sa lahat sa atin! Tayong mga nakakasalo sa mga pasulong na benepisyo ng organisasyon sa hanay ng mga manggagawa!
Makisalo tayo ruon! Kasaya kaya ng isang Pangkulturang Pagtitipon! Kadalasan duon may tulaan, kwentuhan, kantahan, sayawan, at mga Pagtatanghal! Masaya ruon lalo na ang partisipasyon ng mga tradisyunal na "manunood!"
Duon gaganapin sa Philippine Independent Church, yung nakahanay sa Taft? Muli, maligayang kaaraawan sa lahat ng mga nagbabanat-buto! Ipagdiwang ang pagkamagkakapatid sa Pawis!
Gaganapin sa Sabado, Pebrero a-dos na walang pasok ang Pangkulturang Paggunita ng Kilusang Pangmanggagawa sa Pilipinas. Maligayang bati sa lahat sa atin! Tayong mga nakakasalo sa mga pasulong na benepisyo ng organisasyon sa hanay ng mga manggagawa!
Makisalo tayo ruon! Kasaya kaya ng isang Pangkulturang Pagtitipon! Kadalasan duon may tulaan, kwentuhan, kantahan, sayawan, at mga Pagtatanghal! Masaya ruon lalo na ang partisipasyon ng mga tradisyunal na "manunood!"
Duon gaganapin sa Philippine Independent Church, yung nakahanay sa Taft? Muli, maligayang kaaraawan sa lahat ng mga nagbabanat-buto! Ipagdiwang ang pagkamagkakapatid sa Pawis!
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