Street Food 101-1

March 3rd, 2009 by ee-ey

We Filipinoes love food so much. As a proof, notice chains of restaurants, food bars in the city streets and corners. I mean they are everywhere!

Food! oh Glorious Food.

Well, just in the entry point of one of the university in our place I was so curious on the food on the stick. This is what they call “Isaw”. It is a chicken intestine on the stick. It was fried. I was so curious of the taste so I didn’t hold back my appetite. I bought just 1 stick for 3 pesos. I dipped it in the vinegar and spices. I was hesitant at first because oh well if I get sick I get sick. Ahhhmp! hmmm… this is quite good!!! here take a look.. Most students buy this for dinner paired with rice.

There…

Little I know

March 2nd, 2009 by ee-ey

There are things meant to be known. ^^, I am practicing how to use the tags. LOL. I dont know how to do it but well I am learning it now. So here goes.

Hmm.. by the way I am going to launch another category on this blog. You might wonder why those weird categories are in place at the moment. Well, just don’t mind them. hehe..

This category is about the STREET. Just stay tuned for updates… hehe

The Kid-father

February 28th, 2009 by ee-ey
The Father, The mother and the Child

The Father, The mother and the Child

Well, that is a picture of young family. I heard this news from my officemate. Damn, the father is like a KID. Well, he looks really young. Of course he is! He is 13! That is Alfie. A father-Kid. Whew!

Warning: Another supposed of those supposed-funny stories of mine

This is a story of a hell of an adventure. So lets start with the main casts. Well there is Me, My GF and her Gay friend in the picture. Lets call her friend as JR short for junior. I can’t remember the exact date but it was around April few months after my girlfriend finally made our relationship official.

She sent me message that her friend JR invited her to be one of the judges in a pageant. This will be held in their place. She asked if I could accompany her there because she is not familiar where it will be held (so did I).

So well, I said, “Yes, no problem.”

I went to fetch her. I was asking what kind of contest she will be judging.

She whispered, “It’s a gay contest”

I said, “What!? And you dragged me into this?” Its my first time to see gay pageant. Oh well, for the experience what can I do I can’t leave my girlfriend alone and be an assh***. Hehe She introduced me to her friend. He said, “Hi so you are the famous BF of my friend here.” with that comment I turned to my girl and she just smiled. I asked myself, “Did they talked about me? Oh well, what can you expect, girls.”

JR told us not to be shocked. I suddenly have this funny feeling that we are in for something different. He asked us to ride a habal-habal. Well, I am used to the transport because during my college years it was the only means of transport we have that time. For those who are not familiar with the vehicle, its just a single motor vehicle that could carry 3 loads of passenger. It has rather big tires compared to the city motors. So we rode it. Again JR asked us not to worry because the driver of the vehicle is very much experienced. Now, I wander. Why would he kept on reminding us that?

And so we begun the journey. In the beginning of the road it was fine but wait until we reached the middle, it was bumpy. Well I can say I am still used to it. My girlfriend isn’t so I held her tight. Whew! Somethings telling me that it was an advantage. I’m just kidding. Anyway moving on with the story. It was bumpy alright but the real nerve wrecking experience just actually begun when we found ourselves at the foot of a mini-mountain.

My girlfriend: Are we going to climb that one?

I: Maybe we’ll just go around it somewhere..

Driver: Nope, we have to climb that one and get ready now, it will be one tough ride.

No kidding, we actually rode like 3 or 4 mini-mountains. It was like roller coaster ride. Indeed it was scary yet fun. I can still feel imagine the feeling of your guts left in the air as your body go with the gravity pull. Damn! Opps..

The ride was really something.

When we arrive in the little baranggay. I noticed that some of the houses were not lighted. I guessed that there was no current when we arrived. We were still riding the vehicle when I finally asked the driver where the hell is JR’s house. He said we are near it already. I thing we are lost. My imagination was filled with cannibals just about to stop the motor and eat us alive NOOOOOOOOOO! Well I was overreacting. Within five minutes after he said that we are near, we saw JR waving. He said, “how was the ride? Are you both OK? I apologize for the inconvenience. Let’s go inside.”

I said to my girlfriend, “Finally, our foot’s on the ground. We are safe!”

Girlfriend: “Were you nervous?”

I: “No, not at all.” (well just a little actually)

Of course, she didnt believe me. Hehe. I asked her back, “Were you?” She said, “No.” I said, “Liar. You held onto me real tight you know.” She just laughed. It was cute.

So we went and to my surprise. There are gays inside the house. I was about to go out when my girl stopped me and said, “Relax, I am here.” Cool GF eh? Hehe.. I said to her, “Never leave me here or else!” These gays were actually looking at me making me feel really uncomfortable. I asked her, “Why are there so many gays here” She answered, “They will be transforming here.” I said, “What?” She replied, “They will be changing into ladies later here.” Well, why here?!

So I never bothered to ask that question.

It was around 8:00 PM already and these “ladies” were actually putting on their make ups and all without any shame that I was there. Well, who am I to them anyway? So they proceeded. My GF told me that this is their lifestyle. They would organize a gay pageant and all that are interested to join may participate. It’s all for fun. I think its weird though. Anyway, if that makes them happy, well go on. I suddenly asked where the hell is JR. He left us there.

I was shocked when I realized that the lady approaching us now is no other than JR himself. He is really like a lady. He dressed and act like one with all the make up. He was transformed. What in the world happened!?

Well so much for that. The pageant according to this other gay who was in the house will now begin shortly. So these gays hurried. My GF and I went ahead to the place where the contest will take place. We walked. JR said, that the place is near. Well, it ran five minutes walk! Now, my girlfriend was shocked.

GF: Where is the stage? The tables and the chairs?

I: Must be somewhere. Are we in the right place? I asked. We never knew until JR arrived and said that we have not mistaken. This is the place of the contest.

GF and I: Whatttttttt?

LOL

I was suppressing my big laugh when we noticed that the stage is just an improvised plywood connected to this truck. And yeah, heaven’s forbid, the sound system is like ages ago before I was born. This is real mess. I made a look at my GF and she was also suppressing that big laugh. This is going to be fun.

We were seated to the table. The organizers pulled the table and 4 seats for the judges and 1 for me. They pulled it somewhere from the little hut not far from the point we were standing. Well, so the contest begun. All the contestants were making their funny spiels in front of their audience. There were kind and derogating compliments from the audience. Laughter or mockery from every corners is very audible in my place. I held my GF’s hand. It was warm. Well this is my first time watching gay pageant.

As I was silently sitting beside my girl. I just feel that the wind was extra cooler. I said to her that I think its gonna rain any time soon. She looked up and said, “Oh, I hope not.” Well, just as she was about to write the scores for the candidates in her tally sheets, the lights went out! I mean the baranggay had a blackout. So the organizers prepared contigency. They lighted candles. Sweet! If it was a dinner out it must have been romantic but it was not.

After the candidates made their turns, the rain started to pour. We scattered and panic where to go for its an open space. The contest was held in a basketball court. So we went into this meeting hall few meters away. The “ladies” were screaming and laughing at the same time. They were soooo noisy. The organizers apologized for this. Saying that the rain and the blackout were not anticipated. Of course they did not. Instead of being pissed for the mess that we were in, I just smiled because this is a funny tragic.

The organizers decided to pursue with the contest. They held it there in that small meeting hall. While there is no lights, sounds, chairs and tables, and while rain pours its might hard enough to hear each other’s voice. It was really funny.

They finished the contest there. Thank God its over. The lights are up and the rain is just drizzling now. I was wondering how we were supposed to go home with wet road, with all those mini mountains. Whew.. another nerve wrecking experience again this time.

Luckily, we were able to go home safe. Thanks God. It was an anecdote. Something to treasure for the laugh I had that night. It was funnily weird though. Anyway…this is my piece of crap. Hope you enjoyed.

Well I ain’t that great writer you know so please forgive my style for the moment. Ciao!

The Guard House

February 23rd, 2009 by ee-ey

The next saga is the guard house. We’ll, this happened awhile ago. My girlfriend has a gig and I was there to assist her. We went to this broadcasting station in town. We agreed to wake up at around 5am because their call time is 7 am. Damn it was so early!!! The night before, we attended a party and we had some drinks and we went home around 12mn. T_T So, I was late and so is my girl. Luckily, the following day is Saturday and I have no work. I woke up very early, my alarm woke me. I called my GF to wake her up. I dialed her number, it rung. So I see, and my mind wandered. And the next thing I woke up I realized that I was calling my gf. Well, I fell asleep again and I found 6 messages from her telling me that she will go ahead without me. Damn!!! I was nervous she might get angry at me for .. ahmm sleeping ( for I cannot help it? Wahh..). So I called her. She answered. Well, she was quite pissed for sleeping her over while calling her but she was fine. Whew, that was a relief.

You might be wandering why I have not yet started the guard house. Hehe.. well I need to define a connection here you see. I went after her. We’ll she said I might not be able to enter the compound because of the strict guards. Well, I got in. I even surprised her there, I said to her. “Excuse me miss you are blocking my sight.” She turned (later I know she was furious for I was so arrogant hehehe), and was speechless I was there. She asked in awe, “How did you get in?” I just smiled. We’ll, must be my charms.

I really hate being on the spotlight. I sensed that I will be in real mess if I will stay there any longer so I tried to make my way out of the studio. As I was about to go down the director called “Hey sires, please sit over there sir so you could be seen on TV. We need more people in the audience.” NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Damn.. So I seated myself next to this woman who actually enjoyed every second of fame. Oh.. the director was orienting us viewers what to do. Damn we were hella of actors there. If my gf saw my reaction she would be laughing like hell. Ohhh this is your fault. We need to say, “ohhhhh too bad then snap whenever the contestant misses an answer or say weepeee you got it and wave the hotdog balloons.” Damn balloons. Anyway, I got my chance when the director said “ok you guys are great actors so practice now guys for we will be filming in just few minutes. This is my chance. I said to the woman next to me who never erased her smile since I remembered her face.

I: Ma’am, can you hold this for a minute?

She: Sure! (of course, still smiling)

I; I need to go to the CR.

She: OK! (smile)

She is sure smiley face. I took my leave as fast as I could. I went to the CR. I took few minutes inside. Then I went straight out of the studio. Whew! I escaped the foreseen humiliation in the place so I went outside to take a leak but I never returned until 12nn. Hehe… so much for an actor eh?

My GF was still there doing fine. I went to sit beside the guards in entry point. They were talking bout yesterday’s jobs, and how Mr Manalo (i don’t know him personally) based on my eavesdrop this man was incompetent that the other guards were pissed.

That was funny, I never thought guards could talk like that. They were actually backbiting and I was eavesdropping! Hehe Well, backbiting could probably be part of our lives whether we like it or not. The thing is we can’t do something about it. All we can do is take it and shut up to put an end to it. Hehe.. Silence is a great weapon that often neglected. It is a difficult weapon for the user and the target. So, this entry should have not been the guard house but the backbiting. Hehe Nonetheless, it happened in the guard house so maybe it is just right to name this after it. So there… another senseless rumblings. Hehehe good day to all!

The Barbershop

February 21st, 2009 by ee-ey

In an attempt to create a massive internet traffic on this blog, I am writing this saga of entry. I wish. LoL. Well, it may or may not work but who knows there this might be the way to do it. Well, the saga will try to narrate just 2 actual stories that happened in my life. Well, I have funny experiences you see. So here goes.

The Barbershop.

My friend who was my officemate before introduced me to this barbershop in town. He said they have a nice cut. They can do what gay people do with the hair. I mean, they can be creative just like most gays. No offense to those males who are creative but well technically these gays were males before they turn to their feminine side more often or well whatever. hehe.. Anyway, lets go back to the barbers. We’ll hearing this is an advantage because I want my hair done nicely and some barbers cant meet my expectation so I often get upset of the outcome so I would rather go to the gay people to trim my hair. So, I tried this barbershop.

Whoa! I was really impressed. They can cut just like gays without making you look stupid in your hair. Well, most barbers are so conservative and so primitive in their style that they would actually make your look dull and well yeah stupid. But this is different! They can cut! So, from that moment on I forgot about the gay-people’s barbershop or parlor or salon. One day when I had my hair done I was amazed how these guys backbite their customers. LOL. They can really be funny.

They were talking about this barber from another shop and started making fun of the man. They were so in to each other’s jokes that they would laugh on it even if it was soooo shallow. That actually made the barbershop alive, their barbershop jokes. Their jokes differ from any other jokes. I was thinking how one punchline that was so dull became a hit here in these fellows. They must be crazy. We’ll to tell you honestly, I was there listening at first but when the jokes get cornier it get funnier so I found myself also laughing with them.

i cant help but join them for I am a shallow buyer of jokes. Whenever a joke was heard and narrated count me in to buy it for I love to laugh. Whew! Laughter is really good for the heart. It lightens any burden for a moment of time. Well as they say, laugh at your problem for the problem cant laugh at you back for that is its problem. Problems can’t laugh. We do, for we are humans. So grab the opportunity to laugh. Its free and fun. Laugh Laugh Laugh. Good night.

The Business of Bullshit by Graham Edmonds

February 17th, 2009 by ee-ey

I was hurrying that time when I discovered there is a Book Feast in the grand entrance of a shopping mall. Wee… books, so I didn’t hurry anymore. I don’t usually read before but Im convincing myself that I am a freaking bookworm. It started when a friend of mine lends me the first Harry Potter Book. It was the first book I have read that was over 2 inches thick! The thrill of reading a book is just priceless. It is addictive for me. Anyway, this entry is not supposed to talk about how I became a reader I am now but to talk about a book I am reading now.

The business of bullshit. It is quite entertaining not to mention you got to learn some bullshits yourself. You will be surprise that you are using it unconsciously making you a BULLSHITTER. I am for one a bullshitter based on the context of this book. Your employers might be offended somehow by what were written in this book. Heheh. It is a satiric critic of the corporate world or the business world in general.

Well, I am working in a company who has a corporate set up and some of the bullshits listed on this book really did appear on events, meeting, conferences, and everyday life I am working. Funny. SNAFU – Situation Normal, All Fu*ked Up! Should I be banned now for saying this? I hope not.

Well, I am happy that it remained as an entertaining book for me. I already scanned the pages and I think I will enjoy reading it. These bullshits in our lives, they are just there. How do you say this? Bullshits are everywhere. You can hear, feel, and see it. I would not suggest you can taste it but well you actually can taste it. Up to you. LOL. Anyway, I missed my point. Hmm..well, its like this. As I was reading the book, I was just laughing then smiling. It was entertaining. I can’t put my trust on this book entirely for this is just a collective ideas of bullshit companies and people. And the company I am with right now is far more better than them. There may be bullshits but it is manageable, for now.

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Night’s Aria 2: the 30-minutes

February 15th, 2009 by ee-ey

We must enjoy suffering for we only live once. In death, we can no longer recognize it.

How do you take advantage of a feeling of pain and torment? That is my question that hopes to be answered. It is 1138 PM almost midnight. I am clamoring my mind to see if I can write something special. Ahh there is one. I remember one incident in my college life that almost split my mind in two. It was when I was taking my removal exam for one of my major subjects. It was tormenting.

I know that whenever my teacher posts the list of those who have been carefully chosen to take removal exam, I will always be on that list. That feeling, still familiar to me never fails. You might think I am intellectually challenged. I might be for being on those lists.

Well, I was on the list alright. So, I went to ask myself again. Why? LOL. Even if i question and answer it, it will always be like that. So, I stopped asking myself and started reviewing the formulas that I don’t remember I understood. I was like a zombie. Skimming the pages of my complete copy feels like weird. Ironically, I am one of the few who has the complete notes yet I am here reviewing it for the second time. It was summer. In the middle of a hot vacation, when I received the schedule of removal exam. I have to come back to the school.

Old familiar farts were there. Hehe. Some were new to the group. We were chatting how we were doing with the summer when we were called to start the exam. And so, we plunged into it.

Hours have passed.

Our teacher was going to and fro.

He was also busy with something. He just keeps coming around the room to check on us and leaves after some minutes.

I was there scratching my head. Most of the problems were familiar. My hands were cold like ice. I was thinking I am not gonna make it. There were 5 questions, all needs to be proven. I got two. Well, a not so sure proof makes 2 counted as 1. Sigh. It was tormenting.

Time is up.

I passed my answer sheet. I was shaking inside. I was thinking about my subjects for next semester. Am i gonna get them? I need to plan now. I was upset that I might go home with a bad news for my parents. It was hard indeed. I just sigh and ate my tasteless lunch.

At 1pm we gathered to discuss our answers, they debated. I remained silent for I do not know what was right. I was oblivious. We waited for the results. The 30 minutes of torment has begun.

The feeling was weird. It was intense that you can’t breath. It was something strong. It was like my dreams and plans have been passing me by. It was real torment imagining my failure. They were not doing well themselves. If we all fail we will sabotage our graduation. I felt like I have just died. I cant face either my dad or my mom.

Suddenly, we were called to come to the office. Our teacher was so silent. As we were saying that moment, “Let’s go to hell friends! This is a death march.” The death march has already begun while we were waiting. It slowly creeps and takes your breath away.

One by one our teacher gave out our test papers.

We simultaneously looked at it.

The red circle reflected my score.

It was 60.

I smiled.

I passed.

I even won the torment.

I never enjoyed it yet the triumph was something.

I prayed.

what could have been

February 15th, 2009 by ee-ey

Past actions might have been forgotten but sometimes the actions you could have taken might still lingers on your head. Well, if you have taken that route, it could have been better. Well, actually, its not always the case.

It is not always the case, so let’s not worry much. Go on.

Night’s Aria 1

February 9th, 2009 by ee-ey

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It is 1240 am. I can’t sleep. So I will just try to write something that is melodramatic. Because that what life is all about. I am feeling it now, so I’m writing it.

My room is dark. Yani’s aria is playing on my notebook. The fan is working to keep the circulation of the air inside the room. I have my glasses on both ears. You see, I am a four eyed freak. You may see me as a geek, I might be one. Well, you tell me when you see me.

I am sitting on my bed. Now, staring blankly in the dark. Hoping to see answers to my haunting questions. But it’s only darkness I can find and nothing more. I remember when I was still in middle high school year. There was a short story that gave me some points to ponder. It says, no matter how the person live like a criminal all his life, there is still good in him. So I assume that there is something good in darkness. I do not know what it is, but I like sleeping when it is completely dark. That is something good perhaps.

As you can see we are biased sometimes. We tend to choose what is shinier or cleaner for we assume that it is good for us. Not knowing, that it’s the other way around. I simply can’t have my answers always lurking on the bright side of the situation. These rare answers may be residing on the dark side for a change. (evil laugh) Nah, I was referring to the other side of the coin.

When do we know that we have chosen the right path? How do we know we have made the right answers?

I answered that question few years back. Well, if the effect is favorable to many, might be the right thing to do. But, now, I don’t know. How will I know that many were satisfied and few were upset? Well, we can conduct a survey. It must be foolish.

You question life. But the answer opens you to another question and so on.

My room is still dark. I’m now tired. Time to sleep. Good morning.

february 8, 2009

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