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Thursday, April 23, 2009

Mura na Titigasan Ka Pa sa BALAHURA EATERY

Dito sa office namin, nakakasawa na talaga ang menu dun sa kinakainan namin for breakfast & lunch – pauli ulit ulit.. Nakaka-suka na. Kaya para sa mga business-minded dyan, magtayo tayo ng carinderia / eatery. Sa baba yung list ng menu natin. Nakita ko rin lang to somewhere. Palagay ko di na natin kelangan ng marketing dito at pwede rin ito pang franchise.

Ang tag-line natin “Mura Na, Titigasan Ka Pa – Subo Na!”

1. TAPSILOG - Tapa, Sinangag, Itlog
2. LONGSILOG - Longganisa, Sinangag, Itlog
3. HOTSILOG - Hotdog, Sinangag, Itlog
4. PORKSILOG - Pork, Sinangag, Itlog
5. CHICKSILOG - Chicken, Sinangag Itlog
6. AZUCARERA - Adobong Aso
7. LUGLOG - Lugaw, Itlog
8. PAKAPLOG - Pandesal, Kape, Itlog
9. KALOG - Kanin, Itlog
10. PAKALOG - Pandesal, Kanin, Itlog
11. MAALOG NA BETLOG - Maalat na Itlog, Pakbet, Itlog
12. BAHAW - Bakang Inihaw (akala ninyo kaning lamig
13. KALKAL - Kalderetang Kalabaw
14. HIMAS - Hipon Malasado
15. HIMAS SUSO - Hipon Malasado, Sugpo, Keso
16. HIMAS PEKPEK - Hipon Malasado, Kropek, Pinekpekan
17. PEKPEK MONG MALAKI - Kropek, Pinekpekan, Monggo,
Malasado, Laing, Kilawin
18. DILA - Dinuguan, Laing
19. DILAAN MO - Dinuguan, Laing, Dalandan, Molo
20. BOKA BOKA - Bopis, Kanin, Bokayo, Kape
21. BOKA BOKA MO PA - Bopis, Kanin, Bokayo, Kape,
Molong Pancit
22. KANTOT - Kanin, Tortang Talong
23. KANTOT PA - Kanin, Tortang Talong, Pancit
24. SIGE KANTOT PA - Sinigang na Pige, Kanin, Tortang
Talong, Pancit
25. SIGE KANTOT PA IBAON MO - Sinigang na Pige, Kanin,
Tortang Talong, Pancit - Take out
26. SIGE KANTOT PA HA - Sinigang na Pige, Kanin,
Tortang Talong, Pancit, Halo-halo
27. SIGE KANTOT PA IBAON MO PAPA - Sinigang na Pige,
Kanin, Tortang Talong, Pancit... Take out with Ketchup
28. PAKANTOT - Pandesal, Kanin, Tortang Talong
29. PAPAKANTOT - Papaitan, Kanin, Tortang Talong
30. PAPAKANTOT KA BA - Papaitan, Kanin, Tortang
Talong, Kapeng Barako
31. PAKANTOT SA YO - Pandesal, Kanin, Tortang Talong,
Saging + Yosi
32. PAKANTOT KA - Pandesal, Kanin, Tortang Talong,
Tortang Talong, Kape, Inihaw na Bangus, Maruya,
Tinola, Ginisang Aso, Pancit
34. SUBO - Sugpo, Bopis
35. SUBO MO - Sugpo, Bopis, Molo
36. SUBO MO PA - Sugpo, Bopis, Molo, Pancit
37. SUBO MO PA MAIGE - Sugpo, Bopis, Molo, Mais, Pige
38. SUBO MO TITE KO - Sugpo, Bopis, Tinola, Teryaki,
39. SUBO MO TITE KO BILIS - Sugpo, Bopis, Tinola
Teryaki, Kochinta, Bihon, Tawilis
40. SUBO MO TITE KO BILIS, HAYOP! - ...same as #39,
minura mo lang yung waiter kasi ang tagal ng order

Eto yung nakita ko na babagay na upuan para sa carinderia natin, baka sabihin nyo naman,

"E pang lalake lang yan ah..

Oo tama, mga lalaki lang ang dapat naka upo, yung mga babae, sa lap na lang, kandong na lang sila para tipid sa space.

Tsaka baka magtataka kayo kung bat ganito ang shape ng upuan natin. Custom made to. Ibig sabihin pang-masa talaga ang carinderia natin, pwedeng nakahubad pag kumain.

Eto ang tinatawag na Salumpuwit-Salung Itlog-Salungganisa, three in one na to.


Siyempre dapat may mga policy din, dapat bawal kumain ng baon at kung ano ano pa. Kelangan sa carinderia lang natin bibili.

At dapat bawal din mag over-stay.

Eto pa yung isang policy, pero applicable lang to sa mga bata.
Para sa mga teenager and dalaga, kabaligtaran dapat. Dapat pag kumain sila sa carinderia wala silang panty.

Applicable din to sa mga menopause na gustong kumain sa carinderia natin. Dapat naka panty sila o kaya cycling shorts or half-slip (tama ba spelling ko?) basta yung white na sinusuot ng mga lola, kasi baka mawalan ng gana yung ibang customer pag nakita ang kulubot nilang mga singit. yaiikksss!

Kung interesado kayo sa business proposal ko, lagay nyo lang yung comment nyo sa baba. O kaya baka may mas maganda pa kayo na idea paki post na lang din sa comments section sa baba.

May crisis ngayon, kelangan mag business talaga. O ano, subo Na!!!

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Paluan – The Sleeping Town

Paluan Occidental Mindoro April 2009.
My random ramblings on local politics and progress.

The Trip from Abra de Ilog to Paluan

I caught a glimpse of the beautiful silhouette of coconut trees created by the early morning summer sun, lazily peeping at the back of the uneven Mindoro mountains. Random childhood memories are suddenly flashing in the recesses of my head like an old movie, as the scent of dried rice stalks and fresh cogon grass, carried by the evaporating morning dew filled the air. The landscape didn’t change at all. Concrete roads are still blanketed by golden palay grains fresh from the summer harvest. Trees are still taller than houses and other commercial buildings. This is Occidental Mindoro – still sleeping despite the rapid and noticeable changes outside, not wanting to leave its protective cocoon. Its progress is always at the mercy of selfish politicians.

I just gave an automatic sigh while thinking what to expect in our hometown.

Backward Progress

I left our town to finish my college education in Manila - which was almost ten years ago. In my privilege speech, during our high-school graduation at PNHS, I really wanted to talk about my observations on how our town’s stinking political system is affecting progress and how it is corrupting the youth, but my teachers insisted on reviewing my speech and forced me to talk about success instead. I felt tired and gave in to their wishes. Free speech and activism was not encouraged in our town. If you do, you or your family will get threats or you will be treated like a leper.

Ten years ago, electricity was available for four hours a day only, starting at 6:00 in the afternoon until 10:00 in the evening. Teenagers are usually required to be in their respective homes before 10:00 pm. Most of the time, we have to do our homework under the pale light of “lampara” or “simbo” because electricity isn’t always reliable.

“Hoy bilisan nyo na mamamatay na ang ilaw!” was the common comment you will hear before 10:00 pm kicks in. In the evening, you can say this phrase instead of saying “Hurry up!” This remark turned into a regular joke during re-unions and get together.

“O bahit di pa namamatay ang kuryente ay alas onse na?” this is the common question when electricity was extended overnight.

“E siyempre may bisita si Mayor,” is the common reply you will get. This fact and other overt corruption is an accepted thing in Paluan. Nobody ever dare ask or questions the very obvious irregularities.

Residents are getting their daily water supply through their neighbor’s manual water pump, which is locally called “bomba.” There are no pipelines for potable water and the whole town is relying on a natural well in Brgy. IV, which is fortunately located in the middle of the town. Residents have to go to this barangay for their drinking water.

There is no decent library facilities and books in Paluan National High School, but despite that we still get top rankings during Quiz Bee and Science Camps. Make do of what you have - that is our motto. We, Palueños are always like that. We are not molded to grumble, complain and whine, instead we are raised to accept things as they are. The fight to excel is always a personal choice and not a collective effort.

Health services are also the last priority. During emergencies, patients have to be transferred in Mamburao for lack of medical facilities, medicines and personnel. Mamburao is nearest town which is a one to two hours ride from Paluan. The patient is considered lucky if the emergency ambulance is available – the ambulance always being used by those in power for their personal use.

This was the sad state of Paluan in terms of progress ten years ago. Today, it is still on this sad state, maybe worst. Still a third class municipality.

The town badly needs convenient and concrete roads, 24 hours power supply, better health services, water supply, ecotourism developments and others, but it seems like this are the last priorities.

Most politicians treat their public positions as their family’s source of income and employment. Public service is their last priority.

The Evils of the Democratic Process

Election Day is more fun, more exciting and more festive than our town Fiesta. It even got nationwide attention when the election-the-Palueño-style was featured in Mike Enriquez’s IMBESTIGADOR in GMA-7 for allegedly harassing the Mangyan tribe during the last mayoral election.

Both mayoral candidates are guilty of this even in the past election. It is just a matter of how overt and how extreme you do it.

Sometime in 2004 during the local election, I decided to volunteer as poll watcher in one of the polling precinct. Unusual commotion is expected as always. For unknown reason, the poll clerk didn’t show up that day. The voting process has to start immediately so they decided to replace the assigned poll clerk. My high school teacher, acting as precinct chairwoman, saw me and asked me if I can be the poll clerk. I hesitated but, what the heck, I am already involving myself on that crazy electoral process, so why not. Despite my worries about my safety, I stood and became the official poll clerk. I later heard that the original poll clerk was abducted and threatened and forced not to show up.

That experience, as poll clerk, showed me the ugly and rotten reality of the process of electing our town leaders.

Here are some evil strategies on how to win an election in our town:

You don’t need large streamers & posters to win an election in our town, and goddamn it, you don’t even need a plataporma de govierno to win.

  • Mang-rehistro: It all starts in the registration process. This works for the members of the mangyan tribes. Nobody knows exactly what is the total population of the Mangyans in Paluan. They don’t have birth certificates and their tribes are scattered in the remote areas of Cape Calavite. Traditional evil politicians exploit this fact. They gather as many tribesmen and women who looked like 18 years old & above and forced them to go to the Munisipyo to register. They are always accompanied by the candidate’s schemer or goons, who answers all the questions asked by the registration personnel and even filled up their registration forms on the premise that they are illiterate. The schemer has to invent and register as many names as he can. After the registration, they will send the poor mangyans to their tribes without any clue what happened. The common term for this is: “Paramihan ng mangyan”
  • Mangkulong ng Mangyan: This is the most evil part. Major candidates have their own campamiento or political camp. A week before the election day, they will start gathering as many mangyan as possible. They will then be gathered in a camp with coconut leaves as roof, which is locally called “pala-pala.” The camp has assigned look-outs to avoid the poor mangyans from leaving the camp. Before the Election Day they will be given cheap foods and a set television for entertainment. During the election, you will see them lined up in their respective precinct with name tags hanging on their necks. I never thought Palueños can do this to them. Our poor mangyan brothers lined up like criminals with name tags herded by the schemers of the mayoral candidates. How can Palueños tolerate this kind of inhuman scheme?
“Ano po ang pangalan nyo?” I asked the poor mangyan. As poll clerk I have to ask every voters to check their name in the official voter’s list.

“Ayan na nga, nakasabit na sa leeg nya tinatanong mo pa!” angrily said by the mayor’s cheater-alalay.

The “cheater-alalay” is usually a known aggressive or “mataray” resident of the town and is tasked to accompany every mangyan inside the polling precinct. They also act as the “taga-sulat” or ballot writer for the mangyan.

The “cheater-alalay” or “taga-sulat” will not, in any case, let the poor mangyan say a word. “Di yan marunong sumulat at bumasa, ako na lang ang tanungin nyo!” that is their usual defense.

“Tingnan ko lang po yung kuko nya.” I politely inquired to check his index fingernails if it has already stained by indelible ink, which to my surprise, already has some faint ink stain. It is a standard procedure for me to check.

Therefore I asked, “Nakaboto na po ata siya, parang may ink na po yung kuko nya?”

“Hindi yan ink! Nag pukpok kasi yan ng kasoy kaya madumi ang kuko!” said the cheater-alalay. “Tingnan mo nga dyan sa listahan nakaboto na ga yang taong yan, wala pa di ga akin na yang balota at ako na magsusulat para sa kanya!”

And so my poor mangyan brother just sits there, while the “cheater-alalay” votes for him, usually a straight-vote: meaning all the candidates of a single party will be written on that single ballot, from Governor down to the Sangguniang Bayan or SB.

This process is really evil, all in the name of money & power.

See related story here:
  • Manggapang: This happens the night before the election. The candidates knows who will you gonna vote for – or at least they already has an idea. So, if they suspect you badly need money, or you are already known to accept money, the candidate-for-mayor’s personnel will approach you in the middle of the night and will discreetly offer a certain amount just to make sure you will change your vote.
  • Mangako at Mambola: This is a classic strategy. Just promise everything during campaign period, if you win the election, you got power, and they cannot force you to fulfill your promises.
  • Manghakot: It is a must for the candidates to have a copy of the official voter’s list. They will then check the names of the voters who are in Manila or elsewhere. They will going to contact them and offer them free transportation going to Paluan, if the candidate wins, they also get a free ride back to Manila. This is called “hakot strategy,” an indirect way of vote buying.
Unity of the Dreamers

The Paluan political system now is characterized as fragmented with leaning on political dynasty. One question that I ask on this is what are the factors that caused this thing to happen? Why are many Palueños opting for rather a familiar person or family and not looking for another one or for a change?

It is a sad fact that the youth, the educated and the dreamers are leaving the town to find better opportunities somewhere. Many youth leaders are hesitant to stay because most of the time, if you stay too long and got involve, the Paluan system will eventually corrupt all your ideology and becomes part of the rotten schemes. This is due to the very strong “pakikisama system,” and the powerful influence of the elders, relatives and even your very own family.

You must have a very strong character and solid ideology to fight this age-old system.

The hope of Paluan is not only its youth but all its dreamers: the elders, youth leaders the Mangyans and all those who are dreaming of a better Paluan.


Related Stories:
Paniniil ng Karapatan : May 14 2007 Election

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Gluttony – My Holiday Sin

April 9-11, 2009 – Paluan, Occidental Mindoro, Philippines

"And put a knife to thy throat, if thou be a man given to appetite."
Proverbs 23:2

Yes, I committed gluttony, one of the seven deadly sin of the Christian belief. The other six being lust, greed, sloth, wrath, envy and pride. It is said that gluttony is the over-indulgence and over-consumption of food, drink, or intoxicants to the point of waste - in my case, I didn’t waste it, I ate it all.

But you can’t blame me, it’s my mom’s cooking, Jesus H. Christ! I goddamn missed those home recipes, which only my mother can cook. I’ve been eating oily fastfood crap and highly commercialized carinderia foods for almost two years now here in Manila, so my dear Heaven, please forgive my hungry soul.

Well let me see if I am really guilty of this sin.
St. Thomas Aquinas reiterated the list of six ways to commit gluttony:

  • Praepropere - eating too soon. – Yes, I’m guilty of this. I ate before breakfast, during breakfast, after breakfast – same with lunch, merienda, and dinner last week.
  • Laute - eating too expensively (wastedly). - Hmmm, No No No. I ate it all and didn’t waste a last drop of any of it, simut-sarap burp ! burp!. Tuyo (dried fish), sinigang sa kasoy (Filipino cashew fruit-based soup), sinigang na pusit (squid soup), ginataang langka (unripe jackfruit in coconut milk), lots of fresh seafoods, watermelon, mangoes, fresh buko juice – well McDo value meals are definitely more expensive than these foods!
  • Nimis - eating too much. – Hmmm, how can I measure “too much?” I didn’t vomit after eating, so I guess I didn’t commit this.
  • Ardenter - eating too eagerly (burningly) – Yes Yes Yes, Guilty as charge. I do ate burningly.
  • Studiose - eating too daintily (keenly) – Also, yes to this
  • Forente - eating wildly (crazily). – If eating while laughing with my family is considered “eating wildly,” well I guess I’m guilty of this and I prefer committing forente than to eat alone or with strangers in some fastfood chain.
OVER-ALL VERDICT : GUILTY! (But I don’t feel any remorse, burp burp burrrppp!!)

Maybe some of the Catholics (mostly self-righteous fanatics) will say this is a very shallow interpretation of this sin, but I don’t care.

St. Alphonsus Liguori wrote the following when explaining gluttony:
"Pope Innocent XI Odescalchi has condemned the proposition which asserts that it is not a sin to eat or to drink from the sole motive of satisfying the palate. However, it is not a fault to feel pleasure in eating: for it is, generally speaking, impossible to eat without experiencing the delight which food naturally produces. But it is a defect to eat, like beasts, through the sole motive of sensual gratification, and without any reasonable object. Hence, the most delicious meats may be eaten without sin, if the motive be good and worthy of a rational creature; and, in taking the coarsest food through attachment to pleasure, there may be a fault."
If, regardless of this explanation, I choose to make a beast of myself now, and over-eat and over-drink myself till I turn the good foods into poison, of course I am to blame. If, hereafter, I suffer the torments of my last week’s gluttony, I will gladly accept it, than missed the company of my family sitting down and enjoying each other’s company at that splendid food which I can seldom taste.

Wednesday, April 08, 2009

To Go or Not?

Our planned trip to Puerto Galera with my college buddies this Holy Week was cancelled. The reason : no quorum.

Plan B - mountain climbing with a college friend and his mountaineer group but I haven’t got any updates since it was planned about a month ago, so, I suppose it was also cancelled.

Well, it’s the reality – when you leave college, everybody will have their own life, like entering a different world with a million crazy priorities : old barkada get-together listed on the last.

Hmmm, so my other option is to spend this 4-day vacation in Mindoro, my cute little hometown. It is not that I don’t want to spend time there with my family, of course they are my priority, but given the opportunity, I’d rather explore other places, try new things and meet new people. They know I love them. He he he.

Should I stay in Manila or in Montalban perhaps? Naahhh, too boring. I also missed my Nanay’s cooking – sinigang sa kasoy, escabeche and pinais.

Well, I guess I better go. I deserve a big break from work and other stressful stuff.

This will gonna be my ultimate 4-day rest day – no computer and internet, no malls, no pollution. I will just sleep, eat, sleep, eat, and go swimming, sleep, and sleep.

I guess I better pack my things now and grab a nice book.

Happy vacation!

Tuesday, April 07, 2009

Loving the Tasks That I Hate

Well, today is just another boring routine day, another SSDD (Same Shit, Different Day). Struggled to wake up, have my vegetable & fish breakfast & a cup of coffee to wake up my still sleeping nerves.

Part of my job is to act as the company-communication-whatever-goddamn-it-is. The company has this centralized e-mail & fax communication protocol. Meaning, all incoming and outgoing operational e-mails should be monitored and checked and must be properly forwarded – and the person responsible for that is no other than ME! Sometimes I love this part of my job because you got know almost everything about the company, I am always updated about crew matters, what the hell is going-on in other departments, some gossips and a truck load of nonsense – which bored me most of the time. My policy is “IF IT’S NOT MY CONCERN, I DON’T CARE.”

Therefore, every morning, I have to check a hundred e-mails, not addressed to me of course, read some of its contents and forward it to its intended recipients. Oh My Gums! It doesn’t excite me anymore. This and other nakaka-bobong work terribly bored me to death…

But I must face it. If I want to truly excel in life and discipline myself, then there are tasks that I simply must do. Some of these tasks strike me as just plain unpleasant, even painful.

Unfortunately, we are wired to avoid pain. This means that unless I change my perspective on certain Peak Performance behaviors, I will avoid them, and sabotage my own self.

On the other hand, perhaps I will do my necessary tasks, but complete them with clenched teeth, furrowed brows and irritation coursing through my body. That state is not very pleasant, and will seriously hurt my productivity.

What happens when I need to speak in that mood? I say ugly, unproductive things! Call center agents offering credit cards and other crazy unsolicited calls easily irritated me, plus some bullshitting office visitors and other obnoxious co-workers - a totally goddamned bad day.

Hmm, I realize that, to avoid this terrible day, the only solution is to LOVE THE TASKS THAT I HATE.

I must remember, it is not the task that makes my mood. It's what I tell myself about that task.

I am making the decision to look at each task for what it truly is -- the means to a greater end. I remind myself that through the accomplishment of each and every task I am moving myself closer and closer to where I want to be in life.

I am making the decision to steer my own ship rather than simply allowing life to move me from one thing to the next like a ship lost at sea. The simplest of actions, taken on an ongoing basis ensures that I will arrive at the destination I have set for myself.

Saturday, April 04, 2009

My First Bite of the Strawberry City

At last, after three failed plans to visit Baguio, I finally visited the famous summer capital of the Philippines and it was really fun. Here’s a quick look at our itinerary:

March 20, Friday

10:00 pm – 4:00 am : Bus Trip, tulug-tulugan, landian sa bus na sobrang lamig ng aircon.

March 21, Saturday

4:00 am – 6:00 am : Kulitan ulit, tulug-tulugan yung iba, pero kaming masisipag (he he) nagpunta ng palengke para mag picturan kahit madaling araw, bumili ng longganisa, slippers ni Radji, sanitary napkin ni July, maraming maraming itlog, mantika at kung ano ano pa…

6:00 am – 7:00 am : Breakfast muna, buti kasama namin si Chef Ryan (taga-luto he he) at ang kanyang ehemm… kabit na nagngangalang Gara (he he he.. Peace!!)

7:00 am – 10:00 pm : Trip to Strawberry Farm. Siyempre para ma feel ang Baguio, kelangan dumaan sa Strawberry Farm, hindi para mamitas ng strawberry kundi para mag picturan… pang fwenster, pang blog, pang wallpaper, pang takot sa daga at kung ano ano pa… Siyempre namili na rin ng konting pasalubong.

10:00 am – 11:am : Tam-awan Village tour. Ito yung parang cultural museum ng Cordillera pero nilagay nila sa bundok para ma-feel mo yung ethnic-Ifugao spirit. Yung mga artifacts and display pwede hawakan, landiin, buhatin at balahurain (sa picture) di tulad ng sa museum nakalagay sa glass cases he he he.

You can visit their website for more info:

11:00 am – 12:00 pm : Stuck in Traffic. Sa buong buhay ko ngayon ko lang na-appreciate ang traffic kasi nagkaroon ako ng time para makatulog, isipin mong 3 hours lang tulog ko for two days, sa almost 1 hour na traffic, nakatulog ako, aba malaking tulong yun, kasi sobrang energy draining ang Baguio trip adventure namin na to.

12:00 pm – 1:30 pm : Lunch at Sab-atan. Tsibog muna, para ma-recharge. Ang sarap kumain sa restaurant na to, mura lang at masarap. Nag order ako nung chopsuey na seafoods (nakalimutan ko tawag), pagtapos kumain, di ako makagalaw sa busog.

1:30 pm – 2:00 pm : Baguio Death March. Ito ang pinaka masaya, kasi from Sab-atan, nilakad lang namin papunta sa tinutuluyan namin (Court of Appeals Vacation House). Actually malapit lang sana kaya lang siyempre bundok yun, tapos mainit pa kasi summer nga tsaka may global warming kaya mainit na rin kahit sa Baguio, so lakad pataas, pataas, pababa, pataas, akyat sa hagdan pataas.. hanggang……. ayun dinugo si July disaster, di ata nakayanan ng napkin nya, ha ha ha ha…

2:00 pm – 3:00 pm : Rest Time. Na realize naming tao rin pala kami at kelangan magpahinga, tsaka yun nga, dinugo si July kaya rest muna kami. Pero siyempre ito yung perfect na kulitan moments. Video-han, asaran, bolahan at kung ano ano pa.

3:00 pm – 6:00 pm : Mines View Park/ Good Shepherd Trip. Siyempre sa place na to kunwari turista-turistahan, picture-picturan, harutan, pahawak hawak sa mga paninda na kung ano ano - kunwari maraming pera. Perfect dito magpa cute (sa picture) kasi napansin ko na pag maganda ang view kahit mga pangit gumaganda….ang tawag dun optical illusion, kaya pag may tumingin sa picture mo at may nagsabing “Wow ang ganda mo dito, saan tong place na to?” ibig sabihin yung view ang maganda hindi ikaw.

6:00 pm – 7:00 pm : Rest ulit. No Comment…. Hik hik hik

6:30 pm – 8:00 pm : SM Baguio. Siyempre ang most notable sa mall na ito ay ang kawalan nito ng aircon, yun lang, mall pa rin siya katulad ng iba pang SM mall.

8:00 pm - ------ : Rhum Cola Party with Atty. – Siyempre mawawala ba naman ang part na to. Nagpuslit kami ng alak sa loob ng Court of Appeals, tapos di kami pwede masyado maingay kasi may Justice na tumutuloy malapit sa cottage namin.

Maraming title ng pelikula ang nabuo sa part na ito katulad ng:

“Bulag Sa Magdamag” starring Joann T.

“Pagpatong” starring Gara, with her famous line “Hindi lahat ng pumapatong ay may dahilan!!!” (sabay himas sa legs ni Bar)

“Responsableng Magsusuka” launching movie of July M. (as in July Makatas) with her famous line “Shits!! ang suka ko”


March 22, Sunday
7:00 am – 8:00 am : Breakfast
8:00 am – 10:00 am : PMA

10:00 am – 11:30 am : The Mansion Kodakan Tour
11:30 am – 1:00 pm : Pasalubong Shopping
1:00 pm – 2:00 pm : Check-out
2:00 pm – : Back to reality

Thursday, April 02, 2009

Talk of the Town - "Philippines as Nation of Servants"

I guess this is the hottest talk of the town for this month. A Chinese writer by the name of Chip Tsao published a story in the HK Magazine of the Asia City Publishing Group, calling the Philippines a "nation of servants". I have a Tita in HongKong working as Domestic Helper and when I came across this article, it makes my blood boil... DEATH TO CHIP TSAO via Melamine Overdose!!!!

Here is the article by Chip in HK Magazine:

The War at Home
By Chip Tsao

The Russians sank a Hong Kong freighter last month, killing the seven Chinese seamen onboard. We can live with that-—Lenin and Stalin were once the ideological mentors of all Chinese people. The Japanese planted a flag on Diàoyú Island. That's no big problem-—we Hong Kong Chinese love Japanese cartoons, Hello Kitty, and shopping in Shinjuku, let alone our round-the-clock obsession with karaoke.

But hold on-—even the Filipinos? Manila has just claimed sovereignty over the scattered rocks in the South China Sea called the Spratly Islands, complete with a blatant threat from its congress to send gunboats to the South China Sea to defend the islands from China if necessary. This is beyond reproach. The reason: There are more than 130,000 Filipina maids working as HK$3,580-a-month cheap labor in Hong Kong. As a nation of servants, you don't flex your muscles at your master, from whom you earn most of your bread and butter.

As a patriotic Chinese man, the news has made my blood boil. I summoned Louisa, my domestic assistant who holds a degree in international politics from the University of Manila, hung a map on the wall, and gave her a harsh lecture. I sternly warned her that if she wants her wages increased next year, she had better tell everyone of her compatriots in Statue Square on Sunday that the entirety of the Spratly Islands belongs to China.

Grimly, I told her that if war breaks out between the Philippines and China, I would have to end her employment and send her straight home, because I would not risk the crime of treason for sponsoring an enemy of the state by paying her to wash my toilet and clean my windows 16 hours a day. With that money, she would pay taxes to her Government, and they would fund a navy to invade our motherland and deeply hurt my feelings.

Oh yes. The Government of the Philippines would certainly be wrong if they think we Chinese are prepared to swallow their insult and sit back and lose a Falkland Islands War in the Far East. They may have Barack Obama and the hawkish American military behind them, but we have a hostage in each of our homes in the Mid-Levels or higher. Some of my friends told me they have already declared a state of emergency at home. Their maids have been made to shout 'China, Madam/Sir' loudly whenever they hear the word "Spratly". They say the indoctrination is working as wonderfully as when we used to shout, "Long live Chairman Mao!" at the sight of a portrait of our Great Leader during the Cultural Revolution. I’m not sure if that's going a bit too far, at least for the time being.

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Yodi Insigne
Yodi Insigne is one of those delusional sorts who imagines himself a useful contributor to the greater blogosphere (Well, that's what he's trying to accomplish).

He started blogging for three reasons:

1. He always felt he has something important to say,
2. Books can make him cry, and cliff jumping can make him high,
3. He want to sleep at night.

He is a self-certified bookworm, travel junkie, shutterbug, movie freak, Mangyan hiker who sleeps a lot and think a lot. He got a little vice, which is black coffee and cashew nuts. He got colorblindness on yellow and green - and he freaking loves it!

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