Predictably, the servers are in jean, black t-shirts, red cowboy scarves and boots.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Lone Star
Predictably, the servers are in jean, black t-shirts, red cowboy scarves and boots.
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Doneness
Sunday, May 27, 2007
The Solution
I sang with my arms outstretched to the heavens
Saturday, May 26, 2007
Sosi
Peydro's is a newly opened outlet in the Mall of Asia that bravely proposes the business model of selling "sosi street food" in a mall. The counter-theme of the "sosi" label being conferred on street food is a marketing challenge that the owners appear to be engaging head-on.
The attempt starts with "slanging" the very common Pinoy name of Pedro by slyly adding a letter "y" - thus, Peydro's.
Barely a month old - Peydro's staple is composed of :
Chicken bowl (parang chicken lollipop) -72 pesos
Squid bowl (parang calamares) - 65 pesos
Fish bowl (parang fish ball) - 67 pesos
All come with a variety of "dips" asian bbque, garlic mayo, herb vinegar and
... ketchup - wowww pa-sosi talaga.
Coming soon will be sisig and other favorites . I suggested kwekkwek, tokneneng, adidas, betamax, chicken skin etc. if they really wanted to create the image of street food...
Their current "mains" are Chili con Hotdog @85pesos and Roast Beef Siopao @89pesos (which I tried).
Pwede pasar
Laman tiyan
Quick meals
The concept needs improvement ...
But I feel it has potential.
Go - give it a try.
Talking about pa-"sosi" ,
Help me naman look for a job for this "sosi" lady whose letter was forwarded to me:
Dear Dagul,
Haller! Foremost of all, I would like to great you of a better days.
I am write becos I wanted to cunsolt my problems. It is my wish upon a starry starry night to work in a call center. I am very great in english words and especially to english languages becoz I was borned in England. I am nonstop to any work. I am also very welling to enter the graveyard ship. Bisides the point, I have a lot of expiriencis in the telephone becos i have lots of phone pals befour. I am really belongs to a call center. But the problems is the acceptance. I already have a round-trip tiket to all the call centers in Libis, Ortigas, and Makati and back again. But they are all for one in their replies.They will just make a telephone call on me. I became sad becoz until now I didn’t receive any telephone calls, either landline or pay phone.
I hope you can help my dreams in finding a call center. Tenks and more powers!
Hold your line,
Lita Lapid
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Dear Lita,
The next time you write me, please include a tablet of
Alaxan, Biogesic or Ponstan
Sasabog sa sakit ang ulo ko sa iyo .... bwisit.
Meron ka pang "graveyard ship"... ano ka, seaman?
Nakakaloka
Kalimutan mo na lang ang call center at magturo ka na lang ng English sa China - mataas din ang sweldo dun.
Humahanga (sa lakas ng apog mo),
Daguldol
Friday, May 25, 2007
Democracy
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Hot
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Really Gettin' Somewhere
The country has been going through some very tough times.
We sure could use some action from our elected legislators ...
Monday, May 21, 2007
Consistent Fave
Saturday, May 19, 2007
The Little People Have Moved
This is a fun place.
D' Hobbit House
1212 MH del Pilar St. cor. Arquiza St.
Ermita, Manila
Tel: (63-2) 521-7604 (63-2) 525-3415
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Close The Little Light
I tuck him in
Fix his pillow
Give him a hug
Kiss his forehead
Run my fingers through his hair
Okay okay ... so he's 20 years old now
And taller than me
But then, I guess that's just the mother in me ...
Mother ?
Okay okay ... so I am a man
But I propose that there is a little of every one's mother in us
Man or woman ...
Mothers ...
The flesh of our flesh
The blood of our blood
The soul of our soul
Nine months and a lifetime
Can't help but have some of her rub off on me
Sometimes I hear her coming out of my own mouth
I think her illogical logic
I feel her unconditional presence
I sense her inexplicable warmth
Today
I am all grown up
I am my own man
I wear the pants
I till the land
I carry the weight of life
But deep inside I know
I am my mothers son
I am she as she was me
And we are one together ...
So indulge me ..
For a few seconds each night, I become my mother
As I watch my own son
Sleeping peacefully
Bathed in the light of the moon
The promise of tomorrow before him
Friday, May 11, 2007
Gheeeeeeeeez
First things first
I have a luggage bag that is mostly filled with one and a half weeks worth of dirty clothes.
T-shirts, shirts, pants, socks and underwear ....
( hmmmm - 6 underwear for 11 days of travel -
just turn some inside out at the right time - that works out pretty well ... yikes!! )
Laundry is in order
... but the laundrywoman would not come in for a couple of days yet.
Wifey: So ... "papalaba ka ba?"
Me: "Oo - papalaba ako."
Wifey: Saan ka papalaba?
Me: Papalaba.
Wifey: Ano?
Me: Papalaba.
Wifey: Oo nga - pero saan?
Me: Papalaba nga
Wifey: Oo nah ... papalaba ka nga. Ang tinatanong ko e kung saan."
Me: Papalaba
Wifey: Ewan ko sa yo ..... (blogggggggggggggg -slamming door)
So what did I do wrong again?
Gheeeeeeeeeeez
Bwisit.
Welcome home na nga talaga.
Papa'Laba Laundry and DryCleaning Shop
Multiple locations @Metro Manila
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
I Knew
And even from the air -I knew
Brown rusty roofing
Filthy esteros
Garbage magically strewn in mystic corners
Vehicles at a standstill
Smog
I was home
I could hardly wait to feel the blast of heat
Sweat like a pig
Swat the flies away
Inhale the dust
Early evening gridlock
Car horns blasting for every unknown reason
Traffic enforcers pretending to control the roads
Jeepneys zipping in and out
Buses stopping wherever they want
Dilapidated cars proposing to be taxis
Mendicants tapping on my window
Graffiti
Stray cats, dogs ...
and ooooops even a rat crossing my path
Goshhhh - I missed home
I am so glad to be back.
Monday, May 07, 2007
Finally
Finally
It's time to go home
The States is a wonderful place to visit ...
The standard of living is admirably high
But I can't stay here for too long at a time
Its too lonely, too harsh, too introspected
Too much of a rat race
Slaves to their jobs - all running towards the same rainbow
It is not home
I miss the quality of life (as opposed to standard of living)
I miss family, friends, barkada, reunions ...
Merienda, siesta, lamon, lafang
Five-thirsty, kitakits, let's c'mon
Kwentuhan, tuksuhan, joke lang
Lambing, himas, labing-labing
Pakikisama, bahala na, tira sa buwan
Sawsawan, bagoong, chocnut
Tingi, kuwan, ano
Mangga, atis, santol
Burong talangka, itlog na maalat, tuyo
I miss my life ...
I am going home
What a joy
Can't wait
Isang tulog na lang ...
And so I fidget as I wait at the airport
Like Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz who follows the yellow brick road ...
I close my eyes, think of home, click my heels and just follow the balikbayan boxes
Boxes - always as if the Pinoy is fleeing a war zone
Boxes - that have that sweet "stateside" smell when you open them
Boxes - that contain everything or nothing - basta mapuno lang
Boxes - scotch tape, masking tape, duct tape
Yes ... the boxes will lead me home
Home ...
I am going home
Sunday, May 06, 2007
Storm
Friday, May 04, 2007
Never Sleeps
Start spreading the news ...
This is a fun place
A city that never sleeps
Times Square, Broadway, Greenwich Village, Soho South Port, Rockefeller Center, Radio City, 5th Avenue - Saks, Waldorf Hotel, Trump Tower, Empire State Building, the Statue of Liberty - gossssh - endless things to see - to do
Hot dog and sausage stands
Sidewalk bands
Hiphop
People - wired to weird
Inebriated to high
Happy to out of control
Tourists galore to pimps on the prowl
Militant rednecks to wandering Flips like me
This is not a city where you can spend just one day
But one day is all I had
So I guess I just had to do the best I can ...
Hmmmmmm - okay buddy , gimme a hot dog, everything on and a diet coke. Yo momma - bring me to heaven ....
Thursday, May 03, 2007
Clouds
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Really ?
Tony Bennett sentimentally croons ...
" I left my heart in San Francisco"
And true enough, SFO is one of the most romantic cities there can be ... cool weather, afternoon fog, steep rolling hills, the world's crookedest street, cable cars, Golden Gate Bridge, Marina, Fisherman's Wharf, a drive to Carmel or Napa Valley, the Pacific Ocean surf, San Francisco Bay, Oakland Bay Bridge, Sau Salito, Alcatraz, a curious mix of Victorian architecture and modern skyscrapers, Union Square, Embarcadero, restaurants and bars galore ...
This is not a city where you want to be alone.
But alone I was ...
Maybe when I come back ... I will be able to bring my "heart" with me
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
Hungry
And I am hungry ...
It's 11:30pm and all restos are closed or are closing.
Where to eat ?
Neon lights, blaring music - 24 hours OPEN
Thank God for diners ...
Diners trace their history to 1872 when horse-drawn dining wagons were equipped to serve hot meals to workers in Rhode Island. It was a small business opportunity that allowed the entrepreneur the ability to serve multiple downtown locations without having to buy expensive real estate (parang jolly-jeep ).
Eventually diners became fixed resto establishments with preference for 50's and 60's decor - serving Americana foodfare - hotdogs, hamburger, chili, french fries, club sandwiches, breakfast omelets,pancakes, French toast ...
Decorated with memorabilia of the dance intense 1950's to 70's - it is characterized by neon, Wurlitzer jukeboxes, vintage automobile parts and Hollywood or rock n' roll icon picture displays .
The diners are typically open 24 hours - a lifesaver for me.
My first meal is a typical 100% ground beef burger with giant french fries and a huge glass of cola. All this and the music of Elvis Presley ...
I was going to order spaghetti but aside from the fact that one order is so much that it can feed my whole barangay, it looked like walang halo na hotdog ... so - baka hindi masarap (as in spaghetti ng pinoy)
At the end of my meal, I typically motioned the rectangular shape with my fingers and asked for the "chit" . Siempre nakatikim ako mula sa waitress na higante ng ... "say whaaaat? "
Welcome to America .