Kriminal

Before I continue with my Manila Escapades, magkukwento muna ako ng mga nangyayari dito sa Batchoy Republic.

Masaya/gulo sa bahay. Umuwi na ang pinaka eldest sister namin kasama ang asawa nya at ang kyuti pie kong pamangking babaeng bunso nila. Namimiss ko man ang dalawang boys hindi sila nakasama kasi may pasok pa at nasa honor's list sila pareho.

Walang humpay na chikahan at balitaan, at shempre pa, dahil ako lang yata ang lalakeng marunong sumayaw at mag ballroom sa bahay na to, Im looking forward na ngaragin ulit. The last time kasi umuwi si ate ay nag ballroom kami, at hindi lang nya miminsang sinabi na gustong gusto nya ang pag papaikot ikot ko sa kanya at pag hahagis hagis sa dance floor.

"Mamayang gabi, kailangan mag ball room ulit tayo. Namimiss ko yun eh. Lalo na yung swing."

"Sige ba, walang problema. Mamaya it is. Gabi gabi naman yata may ball room eh."

"Sige, tawagan ko na din si Chari. Para may kapartner din ang iba." Sabad ni Ate Jinky. Si Chari ang kaibigan nyang baklush na DI.

"Huwag na! Ok na si Luis no! Magaling naman sya at alam naman nya halos lahat ng sayaw eh. Except nga lang Tango."

"Eh marunong naman mag Tango nyan eh. Ayaw nya lang."

" Oo nga, bakit ba ayaw mo mag Tango, Luis."

Quiet ako. Magtatango lang ulit ako sa gabi ng kasal namin ng magiging asawa ko. Such a slow romantic dance... Sheeeshh!

Meanwhile...

Nag uusap kami ni YJ sa Ym. Uy nag ra rhyme. Tinatanong ko sya kung ok yung design na naiisip ko. since mag bi-big 3-Oh na ako, I decided na icommemorate sya by getting a tattoo on my right chest. Pinakita ko sa kanya ang design. Ok naman daw. Symbolic kasi sa akin ang design na yun eh. Phoenix. A reminder for me na makailang ulit man akong nasunog at naabo na, babangon at babangon ulit ako at muling makakabawi!

Kahapon, ibinalik ko ang aking belly ring. Nagpa lagay na ako nito last year kaso, manipis ang pag kakatuhog kaya one time na naliligo ako at nag iiscrub ay napigtal sya. Sakit sakit kaya nun! Pinalagyan ko ulit and this time, pinakapalan ko na ang pagkakatusok. Surprisingly, hindi sya kasing sakit ng dati. Siguro nga dahil makapal ang pagkakatusok, unlike last time na manipis lang. Ayoko pang kunan ng picture muna kasi mamula mula pa.

I also did some research and finally got another piercing. Dahil wala naman sigurong shop na tatanggap gumawa nun, at dyahe naman, I did it myself. Hindi naman sya masakit nung tusukin ko ng syringe needle pero nahirapan lang akong lagyan ng stud kasi balibaliko ang napili kong hikaw kaya pinalitan ko na lang muna ng simpleng hikaw. Saka ko na ipapalit ang balibalikong hikaw pag gumaling na ang butas. Syempre, mas lalong ayaw ko kunan ng picture yun kasi, nandun ko nilagay sa... ehehehehem!

More importantly... Kriminal na ako. Hehehehe

Bago pa ako umalis ng Manila, may nakapagsabi na sa akin na meron daw akong warrant of arrest sa istasyon ng Pulis. Mismong pulis na kaibigan ko at may hawak ng warrant ang nagpasabi sa tatay ko. Reckless Imprudence Resulting to Damage to Property ang kaso.
Isa lang naman ang naaalala ko, at hindi naman ako nagkakamali ng sapantaha. Minsan kasi, may na hit akong taxi. Trapik nun at bagal ng usad ng mga sasakyan. Nalingat ako nung umaabante at di ako nakapagpreno agad. Na damage ko yung back bumpers nya pero wala namang damage sa sasakyan ko. Nung inaayos na sa pulis, pinababalik kami the next day with the estimates and necessary documents. Naloka ako sa estimate nya sa damage nya. Php23,000.00. Syempre pa, kasama ko nun ang mga pamangkin at pinsan kong lalaki na mas may alam sa pag aayos ng kotse. Nag counter offer naman kami na ipapasok na lang ang taxi nya sa kilala naming talyer at kami na bahala. Masyadong mahal ang estima nya at kahit baklasin pa ang buong likod kasama na ang lower part ng hood nya, hindi aabot ng sampung libo kahit bilhan pa ng brand new sa casa. Ayaw nyang pumayag kasi taga Guimbal pa daw sya at mahihirapan siyang i check ang taxi nya araw araw. Dahil kumpyansa naman akong mabilis gumawa ang talyer na yun, inoffer ko na bigyan pa sya ng 200php per day pamasahe para ma check nya ang taxi. In two days time, ayos na yun. Ayaw nya pa ring pumayag. Natawa nga pati ang pulis na umaareglo. Sabi nya.

"Isasaayos naman ang taxi mo eh. Kung hindi ka masaya sa pag kakapaayos pwede naman ipaulit eh. Bibigyan ka pa nga ng pamasahe ayaw mo pa?"

Naisip ko, talagang may plano syang perahin ako. Dahil ayaw nya paareglo, sinabihan na lang sya ng pulis na kung gusto nya ay iakyat na lang ang reklamo.

Yun na yun. at ngayon naka warrant ako at dadakpin ng pulis any moment from now. Hehehehehe. Natutuwa naman ako at masusubukan ko ang natutunan ko sa law school neto, samantalang worried naman ang mga panyero ko.

"Pa picture ka na. Dalawang 2x2. Para sa pyansa, para matapos na. After that, diretcho ka na sa abugado mo." Tekitext ng mamang lespu.

"Dun na lang. May mga nagpipicture naman dun di ba. Tapos, di na ako kukuha ng abugado. Ala akong pera. May PAO naman eh. Saka mag pa file pa dapat ng motion to reduce bail. Wala naman akong pera. Estudyante lang. Wala naman din akong balak umatras o magtago eh."

Masaya to! Ang Batchoy Boi ay isa nang Suspected Criminal under Warrant of Arrest!

Scared!

Not!

Hehehehehehe

Mula Silya Hanggang Kama

Kung mapapansin ninyo, ang mga huling mga posts ko ay tungkol sa mga kagimikan ko sa Manila. Pwede kong ikwento na parang talaarawan ang bawat araw na nasa Manila ako, pero mas pinili ko ang ilahad ang mga kwento na ang tampok ay ang mga taong naging bahagi ng karanasang iyon.

Mas mahalaga kasi sa akin ang tao, higit at lampas pa sa kung ano ang nangyari sa mga kagimikan na iyon. Naikwento ko na si Charmita at ang mga Sendora. Susunod pa ang kwento tungkol kay YJ at ang mga TL, at syempre pa, ang kaabang abang na "Closure" namin ni Ely.

Nakakapagsulat ako sa wikang Ingles, Hiligaynon, Tagalog/Pilipino, at Baklese, pero bilang pagpupugay sa taong sunod kong ikukwento, marapatin nyong gamitin ko ang wika kung saan sya bihasa. Wikang gamit nya sa kanyang blog, na nakakapagpapatayo ng aking balahibo, at minsan nang nagpa alab sa aking hiraya para makapagsulat ng tula. Samakatuwid, iniidolo ko sya dahil sa kanyang matulain, at napakagandang prosa sa kanyang blog. Wala na akong iba pang tinutukoy kundi ang pagkabait bait, at ang may pagkaganda/gwapong puso na si Aris ng blog na "Ako si Aris"


Alam ko, bilang dayo sa Manila, na ang mga tao sa lugar na yun ay laging gahol sa oras. Kaya naman, maaga pa ay nagpasabi na ako, para naman mapaghandaan nila. Samakatuwid, ibinandera ko na nga ang aking numero sa aking blog para naman kung sino ang nagnanais o may panahon para makipagkita at makapagusap usap ay maari na lamang magtext. Ayaw na ayaw ko kasing inoobliga ang iba, o pinagsisiksikan ang aking sarili sa mga taong wala namang panahon o ayaw akong makasama. Pero syempre pa, di ko man sabihin, ay sasama ang loob ko kung lilipas ang pagkakataon na hindi ko makikilala o makikita man lang ang iilang taong tinuturing ko na ring kaibigan. Isa si Aris sa mga yon. Bago pa man, nagsabi na sya na hindi sya makakapagpakita sa akin dahil meron nga siyang kasalang dadaluhan. Nalulungkot man ako at nasasayangan sa pagkakataon, dahil nga hindi naman ako madalas lumuwas, ay naintindihan ko pa rin na may mga mas mahahalagang bagay siyang dapat pagtuunan ng pansin.

Masayang masaya na ako at sulit na sulit sa concert ng Eheads, na ayos na sa aking humilata sa aking kama buong gabi pagkatapos ng palabas. Nanamnamin ko na lang sa pagbabalik tanaw ang mga kaganapan sa konsiyerto. Ngunit mahal talaga ako ng Makapangyarihan dahil hindi pala sa ganun matatapos ang araw ko. Nung malapit nang matapos ang konsiyerto ay nag mensahe si Aris sa akin. Hindi na raw siya tumuloy sa kasalan, at gustong makipagkita sa akin sa Malate. Tutuparin nya ang pangako nya sa aking dadalhin nya ako sa Bed.


Matapos magpalit at mag ayos, dumiretso na kami ni YJ at NJ sa Silya. Andun naghihintay si Aris. Papatunugin ko pa lang ang kanyang telepono, nang biglang may tumayo at lumapit na sa akin. Matangkad, maputi, makinis, matipuno at gwapong lalaki.

"Luis? Ako si Aris"

At hindi na ako nakatutol nung niyakap nya ako. Pinakilala nya ako sa mga kasamahan niya, at pinakilala ko din sila kay YJ at kay NJ. Nalungkot lang ako dahil nagpahiwatig na si YJ na mauuna. Naiintindihan ko naman siya. Syempre mas uunahin nyang intindihin ang pangangailangan at kagustuhan ng kanyang minamahal. Sa bawat minutong itinagal ng usapan namin ay parang taon ang nilalakbay ng aming pagkakaibigan. Tawanan, buntong hininga, at kung ano ano pa ang mga naging reaksyon ko sa mga kwento nya. Nakita at nakilala ko ang ilan sa mga tauhan sa kanyang mga kwento sa blog nya. Nalaman ko rin na wala palang alam ang buong mundong ginagalawan nya na nagbo-blog sya liban sa isa nyang kaibigan, kung kaya't nakapalayaw ang mga tauhan sa mga kwento nya. Halos hindi maubos ubos ang kwento nya. Mangha rin ako na halos lahat ng nadaan sa Silya, ultimo mamalimos at nagbebenta ng yosi ay kilala nya at kilala sya. Tuwang tuwa ako sa kanya, at bilib na bilib ako sa pagkatao nya. Parang ayaw ko maniwala nung sinabi nyang tinitingala nga daw nya ako dahil napaka "prolific" ko daw magsulat, at may mga International at National na Awards sa pagsusulat. Hindi ko naman maitago ang pag hanga ko sa kanyang pagsusulat at napakagandang pagkakagamit ng wika sa kanyang blog. Makaraan ang di matapos tapos na "last yosi,' ay tumayo na kami, at tumungo na sa Bed, gaya ng naipangako nya.


Nagsinungaling ako sa kanya nung sinabi ko na dapat ay dalhin nya ako sa Bed para makita ko naman kung ano ba ang meron dun. Samakatuwid, hindi iyon ang unang punta o pasok ko sa Bed at alam ko naman ang mga nangyayari dun. Na "touch" ako sa pag aalala nya at pasilip silip sa kung ano na ang nagyayari sa akin at sa kalagayan ko. Tingin ko nga ay sinadya nyang hindi magkaroon ng hada para mabantayan at matignan kung okey ako. Natutuwa naman ako tuwing makikita ko sya na may kasayaw at ka- "alam mo na..." Go lang ng go. Okey na okey lang ako!

Nung wala na halos tao, ay lumabas na kami. Hindi pa nakuntento, sumaglit muna kami sa "O". Pagkatapos nun, lumabas naman kami at dahil putok na ang araw, nag breakfast muna kami sa Silya. Andun ulit ang barkada nya kanina. Tuwang tuwa naman ako dahil kung kanina ay tahimik at nauna nang pumasok sa Bed ang barkada nya, ngayon naman ay sali sali na sa usapan at nagkakatuwaan na kaming lahat. Mababait ang mga barkada ni Aris, at inaasahan ko na hindi ito ang huli naming pagsasama sama. Sigurado ako, hahanap hanapin ko ang saya at usapang ito. Tuwang tuwa ako. Hindi lamang ang mundong ginagalawan nya sa Malate ang naikwento nya sa akin. Pati personal nyang buhay, trabaho, paglalandi, pag-ibig, kasawian at kung anik anik ang naikwento nya sa akin. Hindi nauubusan ng kwento si Aris at tuwang tuwa naman akong nakikinig sa kanya. Kahit pa ba magdamagan ulit eh. Walang nasayang na oras. Sa lahat ng kwento nya, lumalabas ang ganda ng kalooban at busilak nyang puso. Hindi naman sya dalisay at walang bahid ng dumi, pero isang salita lang ang mailalarawan ko sa kanya... TUTOO! Ito ang mga klase ng taong nakikita ko ang sarili kong kasakasama sa haba man o igsi ng buhay ko sa mundo. Mga taong hindi mapagimbot, walang kiyeme, at makulay ang buhay.

Kay igsi ng mga oras na nakasama ko sya, pero naipangako ko sa aking sarili na hindi ako babalik ng Manila na hindi ko sya nakikita o nakakasamang muli. Sa mga sandaling yun mismo ay nangako ako sa aking sarili na pakaiingatan ko ang magandang pakikitungo at pagkakaibigang ipinakita nya sa akin. Napakaswerte ko naman at ikanararangal ko na makilala siya. Pinapangako ko rin na hindi lang iyon ang una at huli namin pagkikita. Masayang masaya ako. Yun ay simula pa lamang ng isang magandang pagkakaibigan naming dalawa.

Siya si Aris.


Sa yo Aris, maraming maraming salamat at napagdamutan mo ako ng iyong oras at pansin. Asahan mo na ano mang oras, magsabi ka lamang ay nandito ako at nakahandang makinig sa walang katapusang mga kwento at paglalahad mo sa akin. Wag kang mag atubiling magkwento dahil nakahanda akong makinig sa yo. Salamat at hanggang sa muling pagkikita. Mabuhay ka!

Photo Credits:

http://www.richard-seaman.com/Travel/Philippines/Highlights/index.html
http://www.flickr.com/photos/hitherto/1243689015/
http://tl.wiktionary.org/wiki/silya
http://flickr.com/photos/kuron/2310459680/
http://akosiaris.blogspot.com

Senate Sessions

A trip to Manila would not be complete and would be an utter waste if I do not set a Senate Session.

We the Honorable Senators must have a coffee session!

Our friendship started in College. I was an experienced debater and have been team captain of winning debating teams, as well as coached some, and they were younger inexperienced ones struggling with a class project.

It was at a coffee shop I frequent. I was doing a mind unfreeze and a breather from a long day of press work for the publication when I noticed their group. How could you not notice them when they were bickering and audibly arguing with each other on some highly important matter that would spell catastrophe if not resolved soonest? Irritated as I was, I calmly took a puff, lifted my mug from the table, stood up and approached the group. It did help that the group was composed mostly of girlalettes. With a calm voice I spoke.

"Hi. I overheard you discussing debate proposition. Since you have already disturbed what I was looking forward to be a quiet afternoon, may I join your table, and perhaps, give you pointers or two?" With out waiting for a response, I grabbed an empty chair, sat down, put my coffee mug on the table and said, "You see, it's like this... whats your debate proposition again?"

I informally coached their team, regularly meeting at the coffee shop, and they managed to trump all their opposing teams. They had brilliant minds and great argumentation skills. They just needed to pull themselves together and steer towards a common goal, and not bicker against each other within the team. That started a friendship that went beyond the rudiments of argumentation and debate, politics, love, spirituality and the likes. Since our friendship started with something as political as a discussion about the abolition of the pork barrel, it couldn't be helped when we started calling each other "Your Honor." Hence, the Senate was born.

Years later, most of the Senators have found employment in the City of Man, so when I was in Manila, the Senate Convened.

Senator Loren Legarda with yours Truly, Senator Defensor Santiago

Senators in Session. from Right to Left -Senator Anna Dominique "Nikki" Coseteng, Senator Pia Cayetano, Doc (Senator Legarda's lover) Senator Loren Legarda, and Senator Defensor Santiago

After the Senate Session, Senator Coseteng took me to Palawan 2 Bar. Senator Legarda begged off since she is swamped with work and has a 'jealous' boyfriend (sheessh!).

With Senator Coseteng at Palawan 2

It was so much fun! I immensely enjoyed the impersonators and their funtabulous numbers.

Palawan Beauties strut it in a Dream Girls Number

Another friend from Iloilo who now works in Le Manile also came to be with us at Palawan 2. The effervescent Spice Girl, Geri "Schizophonic" Ginger Spice Halliwell.

With Ginger Spice Geri "Schizophonic" Halliwell

What happened when the show was over seemed to be the highlight of this bar. People started undressing, uhmmm I mean dancing. The show starts way past midnight and ends by the small hours of the morning, so people where a bit more anxious to get hooked before the sun rises and reveal their Cullenish Foundations and shinning shimmering splendid body glitters. The scene shocked my provincial sensibilitites (chos!) Oh well... If you would ask if the Batchoy Boi got hooked up, well... ahem... ask the chubby guy on the far lower left of the picture. He said he's a chef, so, surely, we cooked up something scrumptuous.

Oh well... How could I resist a chubby chinito bumping and grinding and throwing suggestive winks at me? Marupok ako. Besides, I went to Manila to have a pre birthday bash didn't I? Can't help it if he wanted to blow my candle, can I?

Coz You Gotta Have Faith

I woke up too late for Thursday Nights. I intended to continue telling my Manila tales, but I checked my emails and stuff first, and I stumbled upon this test. It is supposed to measure your personal beliefs and matches it through percentages with known belief systems. I am not big on religion and religiosity and what is important for me is spirituality, so I do not consider one singular religion to define or label my faith. For the longest time though, I have associated myself and even called myself a Catholic Wiccan Bahai. Catholic by birth and tradition, Wiccan by practice and Bahai by intellectual convictions. I was aghast to read in the links that the Bahai faith does not condone homosexuality and that they believe in reformatory measures to 'straighten up' gays. Here is a snippet from religioustolerance.org. It was a case of foot in mouth disease for me. Then again, never too late.

The Baha'i Faith teaches beliefs about homosexuality that are quite similar to those of many conservative religions. They teach that:

	The only acceptable form of sexual expression is between a one man and one woman after marriage.
	Homosexual feelings and behavior are improper, and in opposition to God's plan for humanity.
	Homosexuality as a disability for the individual to overcome. Through prayer, medical treatment, counseling, and much personal effort, they believe that a homosexual can become "straight."
	Unless gays or lesbians can convert their sexual orientation to bisexuality or heterosexuality, and enter a marriage with a person of the opposite gender, they are expected to remain celibate.

Naloka naman ako sa clincher dun about conversion to bisexuality. May ganun? Well, it is official. I now dissociate myself from the Bahai faith. Too bad. I always thought it was perfect for me since it is a 'thinking' faith. I hope they would reconsider. Oh well. Getting back to the test, results showed that I was tops NeoPagan, and bottoms Catholic. That does say a lot!

Here's my result:

1.	Neo-Pagan (100%)
2.	New Age (95%)
3.	Unitarian Universalism (93%)
4.	Mahayana Buddhism (91%)
5.	New Thought (85%)
6.	Hinduism (83%)
7.	Liberal Quakers (82%)
8.	Reform Judaism (78%)
9.	Scientology (75%)
10.	Baha'i Faith (72%)
11.	Christian Science (Church of Christ, Scientist) (69%)
12.	Mainline to Liberal Christian Protestants (69%)
13.	Jainism (65%)
14.	Theravada Buddhism (63%)
15.	Taoism (60%)
16.	Orthodox Judaism (59%)
17.	Orthodox Quaker (57%)
18.	Sikhism (57%)
19.	Islam (54%)
20.	Secular Humanism (52%)
21.	Mainline to Conservative Christian/Protestant (34%)
22.	Nontheist (33%)
23.	Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints (Mormons) (32%)
24.	Seventh Day Adventist (30%)
25.	Jehovah's Witness (21%)
26.	Eastern Orthodox (19%)
27.	Roman Catholic (19%)

Interesting discovery! If you wanna take the test yourself, click here.

Now tell me...

How's your faith these days, father?

And to keep things light, here's a song about faith... Enjoy... Manila Stories from the Batchoyan resume later




Photo Credits:

http://www.wunderground.com/blog/iamblessed0816/comment.html?entrynum=0&tstamp=200701

Charmita, my "Sanity"

Palayain ang sumpa kay Zenki! Draguna!!!

Ours was an instant friendship, just add yosi, bond.

I met her at the Dean's Office of the College of Law four years ago. A look at each other and a shared 'taray' slap back for the enlisting faculty was all it took, and we were bonded like stamp to a letter and birds of a feather.

"Birds of the same feathers fly together in V formation." -Charmita

"Birds of the same flock feathers together." -Luis

To enumerate the things we share in common will easily become a long winding list. To enumerate the differences we have will produce the same effect. We are each others sanity in the madness that is law school, and life, per se! To fall in love with each other is to commit a sacrilege to a higher level soul bond we share. When she got pregnant with Cherish Naysha, we calmly and caffeinatedly discussed about how the kid will bear my surname. Upon careful discussion however, we realized that it we won't be the kid or Charm's reputation that would be saved, but would actually let the effin' sperm donor be scot-free. That should not happen. Besides, no reputation was besmirched to date.

Ayoko ng masikip!

When she dropped out of law school to work in Manila, a part of me died. My sanity fled from me for a moment, but we knew we had to weather this one. This, too, shall pass. So every chance we can get to catch up on each other's madness, we grab.

Our conversations range from topics as mundane as the ten thousand uses of a chewing gum to the highly technical discussion of how airline companies, being a public conveyance, should be put under governmental regulations, or how exactly should child support be computed as to be responsive and yet guarded against scheming and unscrupulous 'serial mothers.' With just a look, we are able to convey to each other messages such as, "I NEED MY F@CKING KOFI NOW NA!!!

We play good cop, bad cop most of the time. When she flares at others I act as regulator and vice versa. Most fun of them all is when she and I flare together simultaneously, and when that happens, boy, do make sure to give us what we want, and fast, plus a hot towel and a back rub! =)

Hindi ka pa ba nagliliyab jan?

Last time I was in Manila to grab me my Palanca, she was my host and my plus one for the night. By then we discussed how I should give working in Manila a try. I never considered working there as an option. I always said that if made to choose between a job in Manila that would pay Php25,000 and one in Iloilo that would only pay me Php8,000, I'd grab the Iloilo offer without any hesitation whatsoever. Not until Charm and I talked about living, working, and yes, even dating/loving in the City of Man. 72 hours later, and being with her all those hours, my logic did not seem water or air tight as it was before. I now actually look forward to giving it a try. As long as we live together and stay stuck with each other, I feel I can brave the Metro. It's not that I am crowd shy or Metrophobic. It's just that I do not want to sweat it when I can have it easier. It's my provincial sensibilities. I long for my slow walks, lazy afternoons and random musings. To which she answered-that's exactly why you should try it out here; it would be fun to fill our provincial sensibilities together and find quick get aways together. Sound logic I should say! When I told this reason to Mike, another friend from Manila, he also countered by saying "No, you do not live in the province, nor a Promdi; it is the province that lives in you."

Buksan nyo toh!

This visit to Manila further bolstered the plans. There would be a chance for a go-see when I review for the Bar Exams next year. We made plans. She'd look for a place, she'd move in with me while I'm drowning in Legal Stew, she'd find me a side job, and when the exam is over, I will find a semi permanent employment to tide me over and keep me sane from the dementing wait for the results. Sounds good to me! We have it down pat, with some minor details like shared dsl connectivity, housekeeping schedules, and periodic hie aways. I could not even register a proper objection when she started discussing which review center I'd enroll at.

Laging mayroong umagang kay ganda! Now, who needs a wife?

One fine morning, after her shift, I picked her up in Ortigas. We were walking in search of our morning brew, and she pointed out to a condo building being constructed, saying "Luis, mabakal ta ni soon ho!" (Luis, let's get one of these very soon.) Without skipping a beat I answered "Huo ah!" (Surely!) And we both guffawed at how, we make buying a condo as casual as buying Hot Americano, Venti in Starbucks!

If there is one thing that softens the harshness and tames the savagery of Manila, it would be Charm and being with her. Hours after being back in the Batchoy Republic, I already miss her terribly. There are times when I would think how she fares in the jungles of Manila. Then again, two words... till then!

Legally Bond! Friendship Bond!

DO not forget that the next time I'm around, we hit Ongpin to pig out and hunt for my ever elusive Chubby Chinito!

AHLABIA and AHMISHA Charmita.

Back to your Embrace

I have had too much of big Metropolitan Manila. I have wandered far and wide, and I am tired.

I seek comfort in your arms. The warmth of your embrace, and the familiarity in your caresses.

Oh to be back here where I should be.

Welcome me back to your Embraces Iloilo.

A sip of coffee, though, non designer but bittersweet as well.

A slurp of batchoy; heaven in a bowl.

And of course... the laughter of friends...

There will be stories, for sure! There will be...

For now, a long peaceful sleep in your loving arms, with my head upon your chest.

When darkness falls, the street calls to me, and there will be Thursnights with the Thursday Group...

A side street leading to Molo Church... A structure I pass by and marvel at every single day.

Welcome me back, Iloilo... Back to your embrace!

Chos! Parang ang tagal tagal ko nawala no?

Photo Credits:

http://lesliebocobo.blogspot.com/
http://www.pbase.com/hammerslag/iloilo

Right Now Na Na

Yes Batchoyan Denizen... The Batchoy Boi has landed in Manila


Right Now Na Na... I'm at Starbucks Malate, riding on the Wi-Fi Netwrok to compose this entry


Right Now Na Na... I'm with the Supercalifragilistic Bonggang bongga at fabulosang si YJ ng blog na "In Your Arms Manila"

Right Now Na Na, We're processing his buhay pag ibig and then some... Mega bonding na to!

Right Now Na Na... wish ko may bluetooth tong lap top para ma message ko yung kyuting Chubby Chinito na nag wa w-fi din sa kabilang mesa.

Right Now Na Na... Tatapusin ko na tong entry na to para maka gala gala na...

Right Now Na Na... naghihintay na ako sa mga tekitext text nyo Le' Manile Populi...

Right Now Na NA! Text text text! 09189248460... Don't forget to identify yourself... DALI!

Make my pre birthday bash Funtabulous!