Good Friday

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It’s 2:13pm, we just got up from spending the early hours of the afternoon sprawled in front of the tv, trying to understand the seven last words while the girls are fighting for Liezel’s attention, while we old people are struggling to stay awake. Switched to Studio23 and got instead the ever reliable Camdens of Seventh Heaven marathon, which is kind of what I look forward every Holy Week. Not that it affects me spiritually, but the fact that theirs is not so much different from the rest of us deviant, dysfunctional families that I could identify with their plight.

Sort of.

Anyway, as Kuya Kim said, it will be somewhat disconcerting to suffer in this heat, while up there looms some rainclouds. No big deal, living here at the farm has taught me to adapt to the weather. We ganged up on a big papaya we picked from our favorite tree and splurged in all our gluttony on its succulence. On the stove are Saba bananas cooking in boiling water for later. I peeked at the metal basin cover to look at the Ginataang Talbos ng Kamoteng Kahoy we had for lunch and was temporarily tempted to get some rice and have some more. But, I turned to the girls and almost lost my portion of the papaya. It was BIG, but no telling what my wife, two girls and my mother in law will do to the hapless papaya if I hadn’t intervened.

At 3:00pm all electric gadgets are turned off and Liezel settled to pick small stones and husks from our rice and the girls are playing ” tinda-tinadahan ” out in the yard while I tend to the fire that’s cooking up yet another feast, boiled bananas. A maya bird decided to investigate our kitchen, but since we are misers with our food, left disappointed. The place seems one noisy occupant less since we sold our goat. And the chickens are having a great time exploring the yard, all two and a half hectares of happiness and tranquility. Of course there’s Polo, our good looking dog that doesn’t agree with anything that involves washing up.Incidentally, it was supposed to be Piolo, as in the actor, but Iya cannot pronounce Piolo straight so we settled for Polo, which consequently became Polo Pasyal, just because the darn puppy loves to wander about, and then became Polo Wento, because at his young age, he was not much of a guard dog, but now it’s Polo Porma, because the puppy is growing up up to be one handsome dog. Of course, taking a bath is still his bane but nonetheless, the dog has character. Out there, yellow kingfishers with black wings seem to be having fun in pairs. Saya-saya birds are frolicking among the bushes, those beautiful reddish brown birds with long black tails, ever majestic and camera shy. Have to shoot them one day. Photos, I mean. Why’d you think I abhor the use of guns? I’d rather use a knife. Not that it’s of use to my photographic delusions, but I guess you get the picture.

At about this time Jesus Christ died on the cross.Still in his early thirties and already dead. I’m 40 and still surprised at being a live. So, the bananas are almost done. The girls have grown tired outside and finally went inside to play. People are walking, riding habal-habal or hitching a ride to town, probably to watch or join the procession. Elsewhere, the beaches would be full of bitching vacationers and bored children. Somewhere too, would be people trying to re-assert their failure as a human by turning spiritual all of a sudden. Going to visita iglesias and pilgrimages.

Want to be closer to Heaven?

Want to be closer to GOD? We all are.

You just don’t get it.

Look around.

If you can’t see the beauty of the world, then you are in trouble my friend.

Have a boiled banana. . . . .

Desperate Hours

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My Papaya plants dwindled in numbers due to the incessant rains a couple of weeks ago. There’s a certain amount of emotion that went with it since it was my first harvest for the new year gone.

Gabi, Linsa and Bungkukan doing fairly well in out land. Munggo, Red Munggo, Malungggay, are blooming. My goat is near term.

So how come I’m feeling a bit unnerved? Is it because of worldwide recession? Is it because my psyche is going through some self-pity and second guessing that I cannot wait for my efforts to9 bear fruit (pun unintended)? Or is it just a simp0le survival instinct I thought long gone?

Thought of asking for help elsewhere, but, I guess when it’s me, nobody believes I need help.

Good thing my wife and daughters always give me enough moxy to go on.

Things That Makes a Mango Scream

Stuff that occupies the mind after fetching 28 gallons of water from the stream and done with all the chores at the farm.

  • Prez Obama is now the main dude. Wonder how Bush feels after his minion fqailed to deliver?
  • I’m getting tired of the word “BONDING”. It’s a lame excuse for using an entirely alien concept to Pinoys who are slowly dipping into oblivion. People should stop using this word whenever they feel profound and want to appear  intelligent.
  • Would you believe my 3-year-old daughter, Iya, bluntly told me to get a job so I could buy her dyabili hamburger?
  • EMO music is lame, whiny and utterly stupid. People who listen to this crap should be hit with a shovel on the rump several times. EMO is not music or fashion. It’s just some promoters delusion of creating a new genre and the bands who sprt the look should be castrated with a spoon.
  • Never have I been so thankful with rain. It’s nature’s way of giving new hope for the land.
  • If we call nature Mother Nature, we should all be ashamed for being her bastard sons and daughters. Why do children often hurt those that raised them?
  • Iya asked ” Ama, taano po ang kaykay (manok) ay maayong lelat ( tsinelas)?” All I could muster for an answer is kasi birds also have no shoes.
  • Radio stations today ought to be singled out for an all-out nuclear assault. I can’t believe Disc Jockeys today dropped so low. And their playlists could use some fattenning up, not just some 10 songs being pl;ayed over and over.
  • I think GMA7 should stop using that “walang kinikilingan, walang pinapanigan” spiel. They are all stuck with the german Moreno-GMA Supershow mentality. Where is your international channel now? The one Mike Enriquez so proudly said was number one only after a few weeks of airing? Aaah-choo! How come there are more ABS-CBN personalities who endores more products everyday? And, pray tell, why put out QTV when all you can see there are mere mirror shows of channel 7? The same load of crap. Except the good choice of anime shows, Ch7 is one big, boring Eat Bulaga channel. Even Connie Sison cannot save Unang Hirit from being utterly uninteresting.
  • Good call putting out those eye popping graphics for ABS-CBN. Well, all networks have their own bullshit to seel. The thing is, amongst all, I can swallow Ch2’s bullshit without batting an eyelash. I still believe they’ve got the best shows and the right mix of sensible and shabby programs. After all, everybody was sitting on their asses and pondering their own crappy programming until ABS resurfaced and showed ’em all how to programming should be. Even AM radio, stood up on its toes when DZMM broke the mold.
  • People who own iPods and iPhones and other hi-tech gadgets should be strapped to a wheel chair and rolled in front of a speeding Joanna-Jesh bus. People, you need to learn how to compress and transfer files to your expensive gadgets. Buy a pc and explore, you high-tech low-lifes!
  • I’m glad to find folks who are as passionate about animation as me here in Bicol.
  • I used to smirk at those who carry laptops. Now looks like I will have to buy my own. Darned electricity up here in Talidong is highly unpredictable. My pc lost it’s video-graphic card to a sudden outtage and power surge.
  • Bird cellphones deserve a medal for being tough. The one I use is only six years old and seems to outclass Nokias.
  • . . . .more next time