tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65594357442559220832024-02-03T04:24:18.354+08:00Punk Rock TatayUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger86125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559435744255922083.post-71185515260491584822013-09-30T09:59:00.000+08:002013-09-30T11:21:40.547+08:00Million People March<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Andres and Ponso attended the historic Million People March at the Luneta last August 29, 2013 to protest the corruption generated by the Pork Barrel (PDAF) in government. Andres was even interviewed by an independent media on his take on the said issue and why he is participating in the said activity. He answered well and articulated his points. Not bad for a six-grader. Ponso on the other hand was BRIBED with a toy to leave the computer games at home and join Andres in the historic Million People March.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559435744255922083.post-2003932855621703542012-09-19T14:52:00.001+08:002012-09-19T14:55:44.029+08:00Look-a-likeIts definitely a ride for a person like me who have many look-a-likes in a given space and time of my mortal life. I would like to present the time line when I first received that "you look just like ..." comment from people through the years.<br />
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<b>1984</b><br />
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It was the "Bagets" era and I was a bit on the slim side at the time. Must be the adolescent hormones acting up maintaining my body metabolism that is just about right. Overheard at a school fair in St. Paul QC, "He looks like Aga Muhlach."<br />
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<b>1992</b><br />
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I was in Cagayan enjoying my Batil Pattong noodle preparation with a friend when the two young waitress, speaking in Ibanag, started giggling. They mentioned that I looked like Nino Muhlach and my companion whispered that I go along with his story that I am actually a relative of the actor. We got our breakfast for free!<br />
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<b>2007</b><br />
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The year that I started teaching. Students were calling me Hiro Nakamura of the now defunct, i think, hit series "Heroes." It must have been my haircut that time with a spiky do that merited that comparison.<br />
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<b>2012</b><br />
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So far, two students already mentioned that I look like this character<br />
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and this Gangnam Style guy is fast catching up on their vote as another of my look-a-like.<br />
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I think its reality knocking telling me to do something to at least become a look-a-like of this 2012 Hot Property Actor.<br />
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National Museum, 2012</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559435744255922083.post-28789183348330358272011-09-01T09:28:00.003+08:002011-09-01T09:56:57.594+08:00futbol sundays<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVeVPOAJkBPNCzuOeG3olfBykdFIKz6QO19Zs61n89EFJVMWosl5IqwumkvHe468WoOriiZm2tUHURoyXw6bQeuV3habWXrA04XhO7_D6uaE9JqP6sjnw2FSwj_l5hJbJoRgcRjVruWkg/s1600/f1.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647198154616227074" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVeVPOAJkBPNCzuOeG3olfBykdFIKz6QO19Zs61n89EFJVMWosl5IqwumkvHe468WoOriiZm2tUHURoyXw6bQeuV3habWXrA04XhO7_D6uaE9JqP6sjnw2FSwj_l5hJbJoRgcRjVruWkg/s320/f1.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a>
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Summer time Sundays brought us to the UST football field a couple times for some football scrimmage. It was summer, the weather was fine, grass was green, it was good running around and kicking the ball without cares in the world.</div>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559435744255922083.post-81612526438035585352011-04-26T13:29:00.004+08:002011-04-26T13:44:07.419+08:00Flower<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGGzNBDbwe0fjjLrovWrugOIq6KXi28rRjqzNbuRW_af2Gqb2TjZKga-e0mIZbI082rrCs1q56K8WNoF-jgo-FuhjnS35R6lLKZGmtEwZyl8kUkRaXPpuuB1pclQVobfNpJ4ARi7t7i6g/s1600/vicious.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGGzNBDbwe0fjjLrovWrugOIq6KXi28rRjqzNbuRW_af2Gqb2TjZKga-e0mIZbI082rrCs1q56K8WNoF-jgo-FuhjnS35R6lLKZGmtEwZyl8kUkRaXPpuuB1pclQVobfNpJ4ARi7t7i6g/s320/vicious.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599760917811567474" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1373656/The-Sex-Pastels-How-punk-icon-Sid-Vicious-painted-flowers-sunsets.html?ITO=1490">Flower painting by the late Sid Vicious.</a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559435744255922083.post-37008698133989563452011-04-20T08:52:00.009+08:002011-04-20T09:40:54.633+08:00Viaje del SolViaje del Sol has been an enigma to us for sometime since we read it years back. South of Manila is a cornucopia of culture, tradition, and anything in between.<br /><br />So it is year 2011 and we finally got the chance to hop on the bus and check out what Viaje del Sol and all its press releases have to offer.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>Villa Escudero</strong></div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597463482612059410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG9g3nAcckKNlPCQ3660YkmiSA8-4Z4uiHoTVpC1PzeqY-BQdSuVEsjXo5i-9zoMB32I5JYOtO85Q61iT4Ap-Me8DCshbUeLl4isqFTymKmUI5wG4Sq3_mLOhhRBdUVfRR67HwU3AnmTk/s320/SAM_0987.JPG" /> We have been to Villa Escudero in Tiaong, Quezon in 2001 with our cousins Jericho, Miko, and Jessica from the United States and ate with gusto under the man made waterfalls, paddled over the lake-dam on bamboo rafts, swam without care wearing our only clothes, and drove all the way back to Manila dripping wet after passing by Divisoria and CCP. So much for reminiscing.<br /><br />Our recent Villa Escudero experience with Andres <em>(Ponso and Paco left behind at Lolo and Lola's place)</em> was a Museum trip with interesting odds and ends inside the museum in a pink church structure. 17th century religious icons from the collection of the Escudero family stood side-by-side with antiques from different parts of the world. Some Quiapo stuff was also in there making me wonder how it became part of their collection. Andres freaked out seeing a shrunken head from South America. It was a blitzkrieg tour of sort and the lunch time television show tone of the tour guide is something to reckon with if it could actually do good in the whole shit.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>Ugo Bigyan Pottery</strong></div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597464585774782386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioDQv9d28lw_gmraRvTavvNCAmLIzL3bKM7qbm1onjvEykOcAZFe7gXEB8U8Eax1eulXG58HxaR-I1uyg_IvOgu335H36XzJJg6skeLX1UnmDMBi1nUfoMsO29EjrhQbLzDDMxlmwYsVA/s320/SAM_1065.JPG" /><br />We hop on the bus and proceeded to Ugo Bigyan’s crib, a 15 minute drive from the Escudero hacienda. Ugo is a famous potter, like Harry Potter maybe, and saw his pottery. It is made of clay and it does have good designs. The buffet was just spectacular. It’s the Kulawo, a vegetarian preparation that made my heart skip a beat. It tastes like meat! They even showed us how they do it. They put charcoal over coconut and mix magic ingredients. Their spare ribs were so juicy and the fish fillet was gorgeous. Vegetables were real fresh and everything was prepared to satisfy not just the appetite but the senses.<br /><br />Then we saw a real potter in action doing his craft. What somehow saddened me was that after chatting with the veteran potter, we could compare him to a line chef in a restaurant, I learned that he only earns P250 a day considering that he can make more than 20 mugs that can be sold for P350 each after Mr. Bigyan stamps his imprimatur at the end of the production line. It made me think of the rate of exploitation on the workers. Anyway, so much for Das Kapital and the emancipation of workers from exploitation of man by man, I am just plain stuffed after lunch and chose to be like Bulletin Today trying my shitty best to act neutral and unaffected in this not so neutral world.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><strong>Casa San Pablo</strong></div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597465490400669170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-8ZqjHRIGmseYTd7P_2oLfbPfG3Y4HefVwUym1CjZw5wkluOKvs5yiqRDNvIqSkgc6dya7KNPvUyiCboRYdagGUvgaWM3luj14MeaeM9Rgo1o2d0eHnBBOCpS4bDV9MV8lA8MHaPgLfg/s320/SAM_1108.JPG" /><br />With Mr. Potter and the exploitation issue in suspended animation, we went to Baguio, or so it seemed due to the Pine trees that abound in the area after a few minutes walk from a busy San Pablo City road. Casa San Pablo is enchanting. The place has that shabby chic feel and there are interesting corners with interesting bits and pieces that can make one smile and just sit and smile and smile and wonder if leprechauns stay in the woods and not just your ordinary Nuno sa Punso or the occasional Tiyanaks. The snack is not to die for though but the ambiance of the place more than made up for the Pansit Bihon, Fried Bananas, and flowing commercial Iced Tea. You can stay there overnight with their cool rooms if you have the time and plenty of extra money. Room rates are not for Mr. P250 a day Potter.<br /><br />At the end of the day, we arrived in Manila with good ole Luna lounging in the night sky lulling us to sleep and dream of better days ahead.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559435744255922083.post-36090214811499477272011-03-31T16:35:00.000+08:002011-03-31T16:37:03.852+08:00Creative Critters Art Workshop<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi97CJj_tJ9VmqDFwQvDOX3JfzLFk-TovdkmAm1xxyw8j8x2r-k-P-ifW8UUDc4gaVffJ9TX2lynOKV3ccrIzphEUUBUI8GGEloPL96z3LM7uQ78bkPQiefR_5CjYrpIEwoINVDS7iZX04/s1600/creativecritters.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi97CJj_tJ9VmqDFwQvDOX3JfzLFk-TovdkmAm1xxyw8j8x2r-k-P-ifW8UUDc4gaVffJ9TX2lynOKV3ccrIzphEUUBUI8GGEloPL96z3LM7uQ78bkPQiefR_5CjYrpIEwoINVDS7iZX04/s400/creativecritters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590160096253265330" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559435744255922083.post-58122872148527679262011-03-31T15:52:00.006+08:002012-03-26T19:49:14.580+08:00fete-a-bottle<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi89_bGGHYMCmvAHqd8pQdSFG_jPwhsKuF4jL_4JzZrESGjvSC08MypdNWQTLi4tTsFFog2H6rq4J1pKKS4ok7cu5tVO0UI13W9HiqqdQVJiJAAzhipdU88xQQV9JeRR1XQinQH5bTiIio/s1600/SAM_1153.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590148959494566690" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi89_bGGHYMCmvAHqd8pQdSFG_jPwhsKuF4jL_4JzZrESGjvSC08MypdNWQTLi4tTsFFog2H6rq4J1pKKS4ok7cu5tVO0UI13W9HiqqdQVJiJAAzhipdU88xQQV9JeRR1XQinQH5bTiIio/s320/SAM_1153.JPG" border="0" /></a>Paco having a bottle unmindful of the testimonial dinner for the new UP President at the UST's Q Square on March 30, 2011.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559435744255922083.post-36070672322273937182011-03-21T12:43:00.003+08:002011-03-21T13:12:59.911+08:00Slow timeIts Andres' first day of summer vacation and we are in the hospital waiting for his blood extraction for some test. He has been under the weather since Friday with bouts of fever and coughing in the afternoon. He is feeling real sick unless playing the PSP or Wii or the computer with his brothers and cousins.<br /><br />We picked him up on his last school day and went out walking under the cool weather of our favorite mall in Manila. It must be the cool weather that did him in. Or that cold infinity pool when we got that free overnight stay in some hotel two weekends ago. <br /><br />Its Andres' first day of summer vacation and he was asking why time moves so slow. It must be his activity sitting, waiting inside the hospital for his turn. Hospitals might be a time stopper of some sort, prolonging life by slowing time.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559435744255922083.post-69906199176731843192011-02-14T08:02:00.003+08:002012-03-26T19:56:51.798+08:00Fun Boy Three<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkj4483Az9tvm0HtD1Mb7MXntP0lsXAdj5Vtrwnpyrvj_p_tM3IhAoPj_jkEwGywQ22sRS6ZJ48-Hl6vxvSX7dWiQl4GkwbqHDcI6CzH46XES7XbIsYVIA1HrEWHswdOHKicFc-dk6VC0/s1600/edit1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573329042126073058" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkj4483Az9tvm0HtD1Mb7MXntP0lsXAdj5Vtrwnpyrvj_p_tM3IhAoPj_jkEwGywQ22sRS6ZJ48-Hl6vxvSX7dWiQl4GkwbqHDcI6CzH46XES7XbIsYVIA1HrEWHswdOHKicFc-dk6VC0/s400/edit1.JPG" border="0" /></a> FB3</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><p align="center"> </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559435744255922083.post-87206187150659682562011-02-02T09:19:00.000+08:002011-02-02T09:20:43.402+08:00Mod<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBoZN_kCiWfysAkpyQ2wESVCo8uWTfs4Kg2_xQQwlBXPwEtskcmeP0ZoSZvdfvZIKoZ1vD9wYCsXGebGUbB1sSYRBsWo9HQ2EdQjv-LuAaqfNh_bhhMs4IEBRBtHzHqMJ68rQufYz3Fxg/s1600/paco.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568895807850681586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBoZN_kCiWfysAkpyQ2wESVCo8uWTfs4Kg2_xQQwlBXPwEtskcmeP0ZoSZvdfvZIKoZ1vD9wYCsXGebGUbB1sSYRBsWo9HQ2EdQjv-LuAaqfNh_bhhMs4IEBRBtHzHqMJ68rQufYz3Fxg/s320/paco.JPG" /></a> Mod mood for Paco.<br /><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559435744255922083.post-85297543719460959612011-01-28T17:20:00.007+08:002011-03-08T15:42:42.881+08:00Kicked OutStill reeling from some viral infection I acquired from Paco requiring me to stay at home for five freaking days, I went out of my way to meet with the boss where I teach and learned that my fucking contract will not be renewed next year and that, in elementary my boy, is automatically kicking me out of my work in two months time for some shitty reason I cannot comprehend or even accept in my scheme of things.<br /><br />Going home feeling numb, uncertainty gnawing my mind, I called up Thelma and told her the good news of me becoming a full time houseband for the children. After reality settled in, I tried acting normal but the world just aint normal for now. Then I saw Paco sleeping peacefully and I lay down beside him. Then tried finishing the book New York Rocker of Gary Valentine (guitarist of Blondie) when Paco, already awake, jumped on me. My mind aching, then my body aching. What a day. This too shall pass.<br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559435744255922083.post-8330525442243370292011-01-26T09:17:00.002+08:002011-01-26T09:21:41.376+08:00Bubble Bath Ponso<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg939GZcqYw-uEWduTllhp3q7YkKTYsUvoN_VoySBlC8g1Ml7349lR0Rm23NrgJUXWy85D8Orx3MtRa0pOj4g5wvQrSUOPGRkWE34wW_J9CISeZNLr4leFpnjCweRwqmyB09VlFLqi7pNU/s1600/169091_491663860167_685585167_6533809_6778030_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg939GZcqYw-uEWduTllhp3q7YkKTYsUvoN_VoySBlC8g1Ml7349lR0Rm23NrgJUXWy85D8Orx3MtRa0pOj4g5wvQrSUOPGRkWE34wW_J9CISeZNLr4leFpnjCweRwqmyB09VlFLqi7pNU/s320/169091_491663860167_685585167_6533809_6778030_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566297875179635154" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >Picture taken by Hana Katrina K. Maraña</span><br /></div><br />Ponso taking a bubble bath at Lolo Papa and Lola Mama's place.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559435744255922083.post-79836909126368748692011-01-20T09:38:00.003+08:002011-01-20T09:57:40.252+08:00Ponso Disintegration<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwsq2PZ1jcgI-vXwbxR6BnTxcqbNaDeKMjeZG5vCvY6vdxYcrHU7zBb-V4Zh1qLAtv74AUNQ68p59oJMOlIoAYZoiuJmjZgm-dQhLyJiuifNVgOLpRwuLWE6kwADwba5LzW57AHyd8mTE/s1600/pants.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwsq2PZ1jcgI-vXwbxR6BnTxcqbNaDeKMjeZG5vCvY6vdxYcrHU7zBb-V4Zh1qLAtv74AUNQ68p59oJMOlIoAYZoiuJmjZgm-dQhLyJiuifNVgOLpRwuLWE6kwADwba5LzW57AHyd8mTE/s320/pants.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564077159937636482" /></a><br />Ponso disintegrated after rushing inside the toilet to take a pee.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559435744255922083.post-68847270242047271952010-12-25T14:58:00.005+08:002010-12-25T15:07:21.116+08:00ChristmasToday is December 25, 2010, Christmas Day. Christmas is the birthday of Jesus the Christ, a man and a God, who many believe, saves mankind from sin, death, inferno, devil, and other shits that are bad for the body, mind, and soul. Jesus is a good man and God. Greet Him when you see Him. Happy Birthday Jesus.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559435744255922083.post-71201416287665990622010-12-09T09:54:00.000+08:002010-12-09T09:55:54.906+08:00Lost in the Supermarket<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglESL_Ua5TpV1qA6macsfgiBhui86PHYyw6sK9JtmnL6kgEFCDW1Wbe674mGoozGyGfdV0B4sr-XADU17wMKOeEkQWNv9Vl4RAXFYPufka2-MxDFPI0TeP5CFd7dDIuRXhZNhB7f54dhA/s1600/Image0158.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548495294032243170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglESL_Ua5TpV1qA6macsfgiBhui86PHYyw6sK9JtmnL6kgEFCDW1Wbe674mGoozGyGfdV0B4sr-XADU17wMKOeEkQWNv9Vl4RAXFYPufka2-MxDFPI0TeP5CFd7dDIuRXhZNhB7f54dhA/s400/Image0158.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559435744255922083.post-48515967935837792282010-12-03T13:45:00.014+08:002010-12-04T14:13:20.834+08:00Paco's Birthday TripPaco twirled around Manila on his 2nd Birthday last November 29, 2010. The night before Paco's big day, Andres and Ponso already decided for Paco that they will have a big Jollibee meal for breakfast. So be it so early morning, we went to the Philippines' number one fastfood chain and ate burgers and pancakes and rice and hot chocolate and eggs and styrofoam cups and plates and plastic utensils. We prayed for our health and the ozone layer before the repast. Then they played and played and even Paco was running inside some big colorful pipes while we waited for him to poop as a signal to go home.<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546355399489637202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9O734mYL05WlohbOmYGpj4GHZncpvsoBTvoVIHpsZJfbE7uaOJVWpcUYxMi95lTEr8FHGJgeAOqWqI7rDkjxflKMvx3hJsVNoM3-OAD-OPe6MefnBFDJpTIQ5zS1R9nFRkt1OFNrIb7s/s320/cinamon.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br />We then left Andres and Ponso at their grandparent's house and went to Trinoma to check on nothing in particular but just to go around with Paco. We just walked and looked at the people while Paco slept missing his chance to look at, well, ah, people. Thelma tried Cinnabon's cinnamon and it was good relative to its fucking expensive price. Paco also tried it when he woke up and ate heartily.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546355639145021186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieeUV36ASHlQV6RDk6M2ojmqZwG88ck-pMQCxfE-6aCeRLM8m0CwFUBUlqDvd_OSKw8fUcdejt_YU4JJIXRAxGUT5k-NELb0YY6VXiv7oTQnIT5K3OWnwChKul_uiuW4R1pfbaFi6LUbo/s320/blow.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br />Then we went back to Lolo and Lola's house and had a simple party with a really good cake and vanilla ice cream to cap off Paco's 2nd birthday.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559435744255922083.post-1464121102949312422010-11-22T10:04:00.009+08:002012-03-26T19:50:58.222+08:00uncoolI am not a cool father to Andres, Ponso, and Paco lately. I shout and easily gets irritated even from their small whims that does not deserve a big time heart breaking negative reaction. I am sad. I do not know what to do. Even Thelma hate my guts lately, and for the past 10 years, everytime I come home late after some philosophical and political discussions,normally over bottles of beers, or Gin Premium, (where one time with Adrian Donald, I learned the meaning of phenomenology and shit but began to forget after two tall bottles of pure, unadulterated crazy freakout Ginebra gin), without informing her.<br /><br />Sigh. I am broken. She shouted at me one time for going home early...in the morning and telling me to shape up and telling me that I do stupid things by writing stupid things in my stupid fucked up blog and that it is not the real thing and that it is all for show and that the real thing is what is happening in the fucking house in the fucking real time and that I am immature. I told her: "Then write your own fucking blog!"<br /><br />Hohum.<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vdwdd4h1NYo?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vdwdd4h1NYo?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559435744255922083.post-91333954027855621582010-11-08T15:47:00.001+08:002010-11-08T15:49:31.431+08:00talking heads<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv0M0XOjCMu5MVNfgMJNTIzdqQHmwy43GTPiwE6YZjM9sYtNoW5gHonLIS9VpbK5Wc8CZGGhOvT7yFdvI27DECCY28bqLuL-bUXa9qXUxf1KtG7aSIgBxwqFR2z6Ip08GJ6kJQXKvuqGc/s1600/DSCN0666.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv0M0XOjCMu5MVNfgMJNTIzdqQHmwy43GTPiwE6YZjM9sYtNoW5gHonLIS9VpbK5Wc8CZGGhOvT7yFdvI27DECCY28bqLuL-bUXa9qXUxf1KtG7aSIgBxwqFR2z6Ip08GJ6kJQXKvuqGc/s320/DSCN0666.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537082580261405586" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559435744255922083.post-82781333535804662402010-11-03T14:24:00.002+08:002010-11-03T14:29:31.073+08:00ang mga bata<span style="font-size:85%;"><em>tula ni Jose F. Lacaba</em><br /></span><br />Sa daigdig ng hari at higante,<br />Ang mga bata<br />Ay hindi nakikita.<br />Maliit pa sila sa duwende.<br />Wala silang mukha.<br />Nagkakataon na nakatingin ka sa malayo,<br />Walang kakurap-kurap,<br />Kapag sila ang iyong kaharap.<br /><br />Paminsan-minsan<br />Pahintulutan mong mabulabog ang iyong ulirat.<br />Sa labas ng madilim na salamin ng malamig mong kotse,<br />Kumakatok ang mga musmos na kamao<br />Ibaling paminsan-minsan ang iyong mga mata<br />Sa hawak nilang kuwintas ng sampagita<br />O bungkos ng swipsteyks.<br />Pansinin paminsan-minsan ang mga nakalahad na palad.<br /><br />Sa kanayunan, sa gitna ng hindi matapos-tapos na pakikidigma<br />Ng hari sa pulubi,<br />Ang mga bata<br />Ay nakikipagtaguan sa tingga,<br />Nakikipagpatintero sa punglo,<br />Nakikipaghabulan sa anino ng higanteng tutubi<br />Na bumubuga ng apoy.<br /><br />Sa siyudad ay umiiling ang iyong diwa.<br />Maraming mandurugas sa siyudad:<br />Kinakasangkapan nila<br />ang mga bata,<br />sinasamantala nila ang iyong awa.<br />Lumang tugtugin na iyan, totoy.<br />Bumenta na iyan, ineng.<br /><br />Pero hindi ka nakakasiguro.<br />Maaaring may ginaw sa loob ng butuhing dibdib.<br />Maaaring may hapdi sa nangangasim na sikmura.<br />Maaari. Maaaring wala.<br />Maaaring ipinahid lang ang dungis sa mukha.<br />Maaaring arte lang ang hapis sa mata.<br />Maaari. Maaaring hindi.<br />Pahintulutan mong mabulabog ang iyong ulirat<br />Paminsan-minsan. Paminsan-minsa’y tumingin<br />Sa labas na madilim na salamin ng malamig mong kotse.<br />Hindi ka bulag, at walang tagabulag<br />ang mga bata.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559435744255922083.post-30716217230449229412010-10-31T05:23:00.002+08:002010-11-04T08:44:09.816+08:00Sungka<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmdEwIJODGVSg5nxqYbSJNffccA2kF7etOx3ZM8mZvm_xo0t-LIpW8jfovfGp7cP4proVg7xABV8Crj2QyM_n75gIXoYGD8rfBlFZ9wUVeX0rqsNgJG2yDOg27AB2ZckLkesM9WK5qzCU/s1600/sungka.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533955529327784290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmdEwIJODGVSg5nxqYbSJNffccA2kF7etOx3ZM8mZvm_xo0t-LIpW8jfovfGp7cP4proVg7xABV8Crj2QyM_n75gIXoYGD8rfBlFZ9wUVeX0rqsNgJG2yDOg27AB2ZckLkesM9WK5qzCU/s320/sungka.jpg" /></a><br />Andres is one of the official Sungka player of his class for the intramural games. He tediously practice his strategy and tactics with his Tita Hana to hone skills and mettle in facing his opponents. First game was played against a non-threat with his opponent's freaking stage mother on the sides. Andres handily won the first game but the stupid stage mother rearranged the shells for the sungka which should not be the case. There is certain leverage when a player wins the first game that I cannot explain properly. Anyway, that loss of advantage rattled Andres and affected his focus thus losing his first game due to some stupid stage mother. But in the spirit of camaraderie, his Tita Hana did not pursue a protest. He went home feeling good though knowing that there are indeed stupid adults in this world who wants to mess a pure, honest, scientific game of Sungka.<br /><br /><br />Andres’ second game was a breeze as he even instructed his opponent the basics of the game. He actually instructed his opponent to have a chance of beating him. But he said it is all for fair play. I agreed with him and am waiting for his third game pitting him against a veteran Sungka player who competed in some national competition or shit. I am a bit nervous but excited at the same time.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559435744255922083.post-16850461497981240252010-10-16T20:44:00.004+08:002010-10-16T20:47:56.760+08:00feed(s)hitI tried installing a feedjit in this blog but it was pathetic seeing a lot of traffic going on in its livefeed then finding out that it was actually just me all along.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559435744255922083.post-43618678664469013142010-10-14T18:14:00.018+08:002010-10-21T16:02:33.097+08:00Andres the RevolutionaryAndres loves to read and discuss history. He always watch History channel and ask questions about Hitler, Stalin, the Union of Soviet Socialist Republic, WWII, EDSA and the US-MArcos Dictatorship. Everytime he ask questions on these topics, especially during dinner, the table becomes my stage and the stories, my heartfelt lines like what I did during the 1980s discussion groups (dgs)on the fundamental problems plaguing the country with coed students in my best effort straight Filipino makata but consciously pa-cute style trying to sound and look intellectual like the late Lean Alejandro or Nat Santiago of the League of Filipino Students (LFS<em>)(Is Nat still with the LFS?).</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBxRCtlOxgwl0ZmZrnPrNX-T7PNYjekRE-wp-v_FZkQxULN7O4EnZhv5g7j1_kLNWJ-QL1Pf3UyQiQ09xl1ezEk6fNRc8V46lCY3Xh7niJlcaeJLEBy1kOWdz5TNJ61amh5y0e_x12am4/s1600/03.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 170px; float: left; height: 237px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528091481426643298" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBxRCtlOxgwl0ZmZrnPrNX-T7PNYjekRE-wp-v_FZkQxULN7O4EnZhv5g7j1_kLNWJ-QL1Pf3UyQiQ09xl1ezEk6fNRc8V46lCY3Xh7niJlcaeJLEBy1kOWdz5TNJ61amh5y0e_x12am4/s320/03.jpg" border="0" /></a>One time, Andres started rattling about the injustice why only rich people can enjoy the vista of San Mateo, Rizal when I told him about Timberland Countryclub. His heart fell when he saw the badjao children begging beside the Manila Bay seawall then he angrily pointed at the Manila Yacht Club with its high railings and wave breakers and asked why not everyone can use the space while it occupies some part of the bay. I felt proud hearing him speak that way and at the back of my mind, wonder if he can be someone who can be part of the growing movement of people who wants to change Philippine society for the better. One time, he asked for the symbol of the former USSR and I excitedly explained to him the hammer and the sickle representing the workers and the peasants united to establish a more humane society. Then we focused on why the Philippine society is such that the rich gets richer and the poor getting poorer.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggEPVdZUSYRxk0ixWW4AteqxJTeC4JwHsa1nifd0YVs3Z1SBicHEpP4gzDl00KsABu3hSUjRse8H6u7hXwO-KBdjVb0grxQ6RlYRnl7kPgj04ydX0amvG6dJVXHeMS2QpsKLDQUAJZxuk/s1600/mk.jpg"></a><br />We then discussed the different classes in Philippine society, who the enemies of the people are, and how the proletariat, the peasants, and other progressive classes and sectors can free the country from foreign domination, Landlordism and backward agricultural system and relations, and the systemic graft and corruption in the government. Andres at 9 years old understand that it is US policies that keeps our country abnormal and our people poor and not his American cousins who sends him Hotwheels and toys and most of his branded clothing apparel.<br /><br />With his wild imagination, it is interesting that he always include the marginalized in his plans, in his dreams, and storylines. He even wrote a comic strip reminding me of class struggle, between the rich and the poor, which, the rich eventually won due to their high powered weapons. I think we should next discuss the idea of Sama-samang pagkilos, mass base building, and the protracted peoples war.<br /><br />But in the meantime, his favorite song right now is Travis McCoy's "Billionaire" featuring Bruno Mars.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559435744255922083.post-45562861632903519642010-10-13T13:08:00.009+08:002010-10-14T17:49:25.244+08:00Nanay was a rolling stoneI put my hands down to Thelma for being so level-headed castigating me for over the top reactions whenever Paco and Ponso would do their shit in the evening pogoing on the bed or just plain shouting their lungs out for being so happy at night when they are supposed to be putting themselves to sleep. I already asked for Ponso and Paco's understanding and forgiveness for my freak out reactions and I guess they accepted it wholeheartedly.<br /><br />"There is a way of proceeding in keeping the bedroom calm," said Thelma in a half smile, sagely, mindful buddhist manner. "Make Paco comfortable by cleaning him up then give him his precious milk bottle, turn off the lights, and lie down beside him." And so it was that the Way seemed to be working for her. When Ponso ran inside the bathroom for his turn to clean-up and produce some racket splashing water all over and playing soap, she calmly called Ponso's attention to keep his noise down paying attention to her calm tone and demeanor in reminding him. Then Ponso ran outside and asked for his milk then ran inside then started jumping on the bed while Paco and Thelma were trying to reach sleepyland through her way of proceeding. Ponso and his <em>"i-do-not-hear-anything-i just-want-to-do-my-thing-before-bedtime"</em> shit went on with his show and got the semi-zombie Paco jump into action and started rolling in bed, shouting, and spraying his half-filled milkbottle. <br /><br />No amount of Thelma's meditation and the way of calm can challenge the Pogo. She rolled out of the bed freaking out and searched her phone to call the Council for the Welfare of Children (CWC) and find out if there is an existing law against corporal punishment. I was watching TV with Andres and reminded her that there is no CWC 24 hr. Hotline and that she better try Bantay Bata 168 or 166 whatever for her inquiries. Her rolling reminded me of the groove roll of papa was a rolling stone.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0g7KawdsVSQ?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0g7KawdsVSQ?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0