Wednesday, June 10, 2009

“Singapore – a convenience”

a diary by Donard Tenoria

Intro: I haven’t seen anyone smiles warmly in the city. They were all walking fast, up and down the buses and trains. But I noticed the smell, I couldn’t define it, but I call them the dark people in the city. Singapore is a convenient place, which defines order, cleanliness, discipline, development, and civilization. I think, the only difference from the Philippines is that they are strict to the their laws and rules.

June 4, 11:50pm at Changi airport, the first time I felt discriminated. I was sent to the immigration office which looks like an ordinary counter in a mall. An officer was asking me how long I’m gonna stay and another who requested me to show how much money I got. I was sure that I looked very descent at that time and I was wearing glasses to look more appealing to them, but it didn’t work. But then, a handsome officer stamped my passport allowing me to stay for a month.

Day 1 – a warm nesvita in a cup made a really nice start and even more excitement that day. At 9:00 am we had a canned luncheon meat for breakfast.
We walked around the center from Orchard city and dropping somewhere near Arts and Museum of the city while looking at the river. We wandered along the side with a lot of small boats passing by and we came across with an ice cream vendor, a version of dirty ice cream in Manila. For a dollar, you can have an ice cream sliced and sandwiched between either wafers or a piece of colored bread or you can just enjoy it in a cup.













Buses were really convenient, I guess everything were all in full function. I had this ezlink card which I used riding buses and mrt’s anywhere. I reloaded $20 for the whole 7 days trip, going around the city.

They have this food center at the top level of Vivocity (a mall nearest to the Sentosa Island), where you can choose different cuisine around, it was literally round, ‘coz you have to go circle to choose which store you’d like to buy a meal. I couldn’t tell which one could be a Singaporean food, but it was like tasting every cuisine that you may find in Southeast Asian region, and even cuisine from India. It was my first time and I wasn’t so wary about what to spend on, so what happened was, I shelled out almost $10, which is about P320, just for the food, and I thought that would be the cheapest price if you’ll eat out in Singapore.

From then on I carefully spend my money and all throughout in this story I might tell more about the expenses than the places I’ve been to.





Day 2 – Saturday, I went to Sentosa. It was past 1pm, and something really stupid happened, I forgot to charge the battery for the camera. Instead, I used my phone cam to catch everything I went on.

We had a package tour for $62 where you can experience riding cable car from Mt. Faber to Sentosa in full glass cabin. An ordinary cabin will take you 30 to 40 minutes on queue and less convenient, but not a lot different from a full glass cabin at all. We went to the Underwater Park where I met friendly sting rays (I touched them) and huge sharks and fishes. At the beach, a dolphin show, pink smart dolphins waving to the crowd, but wasn’t become appealing to me because of too much Indian spectators and probably I’ve seen it for many times on televisions. The Cinema Blast (a 4D extreme log ride adventure), which is one of my favorites. I had so much fun on this one. This is something that will make your imagination into real. I really felt that we were actually riding a log, bumping, sliding, and rafting and falling through rivers and water falls. I enjoyed each stop and destinations, but I guess it was still a little expensive for me spending P1,984.
After that jam-packed quest, we had another experience for S$11, the Luge and Sky ride. This one was really fun and exciting. I was seemed like driving a speeding car and sliding all the way down to Seloso Beach resort and going up again through skyride, similar to the cable car, but we were like sitting on a bench while it’s moving all the way up. Then we tried to get at 8:40pm show of the Song of the Sea, a dancing fountain show with laser lights and fireworks attraction, but it was already full house. But then, I was able to see it partly after I climbed up to the top of a sort of structure with an enchanting castle theme with pretty bells hanging on its steel branches.





Day3 – Sunday, I met a friend, Jordan, at Bugis Junction. I explored the whole place, which is a Singapore’s version of “tsange” Divisoria or Quiapo in Manila, but the prices were not as cheap as the prices in Manila. Fashionable shirts and pants are on sale ranging from $10 to $50, but you can deal cutting the price off as long as they’re not raising their eyeballs and say “gowa way lah!” I bought a bag for $45 but I got it for $32 and a Chuck Taylor for $109 but I got it for $87.


Day4 – I was supposed to meet my high school friend working in a call center, but damn! She was so stupid that she didn’t know that we were going to meet. A real damn bitch! I shouldn’t have texted her. I shouldn’t have spent load! I shouldn’t have known her! (joke…)









Day5 – Tuesday, my last day here in Singapore. I planned to take photos of Indians, but I didn’t. I went again to Lucky Plaza in Orchard (a lot of Filipinos there), wandering along the street, going from malls to malls and walking outside and eating ice cream.

I was seeing working Filipinos and Singaporeans, a lot of touring Chinese, Koreans, Japanese, Malaysians, Indonesians, Thais, mix races from India (undistinguished between Indians and Bangladesh) British (and other European people and Americans. All of them are in different colors, hues, faces, languages, accent, pronunciation, and smell. Hard to look for native Singaporean, are they rare?

I was so happy I found a Daiso store which sells $2 each in all items. I felt I discovered the cheapest store I have ever gone to. I selected 10 nice items for $20.

Day6 – Wednesday, I packed all my stuff and ready to get off. I planned to take a bus and subways going to Changi airport alone. My departure time was 10:30am and this is what I did:

I stayed at Pasir Panjang. From there I took a bus stopping at Harbourfront, escalating down and up, walking fast and slow, and tapping cards, then finally, I reached an MRT flat form (violet Line) bounding to Punggol. I Alighted at Outram Park and shifted to green line MRT (East West Line), alighted at Tanah Merah, shifted at the middle train (same line) going to Changi airport. I hitched a free ride on a shuttle bus going to the budget terminal.



I Checked in, went to the line, and I saw Eric Quizon!

Sunday, May 31, 2009

may lamok sa loob ng FX

“May lamok sa loob ng FX”
By Donard C. Tenoria

Sumakay ako ng FX, sa tabi ng driver ako pumuwesto
ang ginaw, may malakas na ugong
naririnig ko ang andar ng aircon,
humahampas ang buo at puting usok sa’king nose.

Tahimik ang mga pasahero, walang naguusap.
Medyo maaga pa kaya’t may humihikab at nakapikit
May patumbatumba pa ang ulo.
Humihikab din ako.

May lumilipad sa loob ng FX, may lamok.
Lumipad malapit sa akin ang lamok, hinampas ko,
at pumalakpak ako, nawala s’ya, hindi ko tinamaan.

Lumipad ang lamok sa harap ng mamang driver,
nakita nya ang lamok, habang kinakabig ang manabela
hinuli nya ng mabilis ang lamok. Nahuli nya…
Inalog nya ang ng parang maracas ang kamay.
Siguro ayaw nya marumihan ng patay na lamok.

Binuksan nya ang kanyang palad.
Sinilip ko, hindi ko nakita ang lamok. Sabi ko sa sarili…”Ay, magic ba?!”
Sabi ni kuya, na medyo masungit
“Oh! May highway ba?! sabi ko may high way ba?!
Ilalim na tayo, walang sumasagot eh!”

Tinignan ko si kuya, cutie pala sya.
Nakita ko ang lamok sa muka nya, nasa kaliwang pisngi, busog na.
Kinamot nya ang kanyang muka, napatay ang lamok…
“May dugo!! Kuya may dugo!!” sabi ko sa isip.

Sabi nya “Oh! Delta! May bababa ba?!
Pota! Magsabi kayo ng maaga para hindi tayo naaabala!”

Napatingin sya sa manibela, may dugo,
nakita nya rin ang daliri, may dugo.
Natakot si kuya, sabi nya, “Pakshet!”
Huminto sya sa Delta, may bumaba…

Sunday, January 04, 2009

KOKOlogy




note: these articles were taken from someone's blog ( which I forgot)few years ago.

Take this little test and read the extended entry to reveal something about yourself. Or not. Up to you. And if you do give this a try, really play along. It is pretty interesting.


Building a new tomorrow

The clock struck twelve, the ball dropped in Times Square, and the sound of champagne corks popping was heard around the globe. And after all the buildup, hoopla, and hype, after the apocalyptic anxieties and eager anticipation, the world somehow managed to find its way safely into the new millennium. Looking back, we can see the prophecies of doom were overblown and the Y2K bug seems more like little more than a ploy to sell system upgrades. But we, the last children of the twentieth century, all shared for a moment that sense of newness and opportunity--the chance to make the world better than the one we inherited and create a legacy to share with our children and theirs over the next thousand years.

1. You are working for an urban planning corporation and have been assigned to the community development team for a major new millennium project. You have been asked to come up with an inspirational theme for the city. What theme do you propose?

2. The project team has a number of members, each with a certain set of experiences and skills. Why do you think you were selected to participate in this project? (Give as many reasons as you like.)

3. What kind of person is the project manager? Describe his or her personality and qualities as a leader.

Key to Building a New Tomorrow:

Towns and cities are natural symbols of social life. Most of the cities we are familiar with sprang up unplanned and spread outward and upward in a seemingly random fashion. But the scenario asks you to deliberately plan a city for the future, giving your mind the chance to express its vision of an ideal setting for human interaction. Your answers reveal your approach and feelings about the social world around you.

1. The theme you selected for the new city is something you feel is absolutely essential to your own happiness as a member of society. And for most people that means the very thing they sense is most sorely lacking in their environment at present.
Was your theme something ideal, like "harmony," "peace," or "Mother Nature"? We all feel the need for more of those these days. Or did you pick something along the lines of a cartoon fantasy world where everyone smiles all the time and the sun is always shining? That may actually be an easier goal to achieve, but you're facing some strong competition in Orlando, Anaheim, and Tokyo.

2. The reasons you gave for being picked for the team are the strengths you see in yourself that no one else recognizes. That may be because those "strengths" are not quite as strong as you might like to think. The people around you are the most objective judges of your potential. Don't be afraid to listen to what others have to say about your abilities--their evaluation can steer you away from the dead-end streets of overconfidence and self-deception.

3. The team manager reveals your own image of yourself in the future. Do you see yourself developing into a supportive, motivated, and inspirational leader, or a harsh and unreasonable slave driver? If it's the latter, you may want to start reconsidering the particular path to personal development you're currently heading down. Even Scrooge got the chance to repent.
So I had no idea you all thought I wasn't the kind of person who could get things done but there you go. Kokology says that's what you think and now that I know where we stand with each other, well, don't expect a birthday card.

Cat got your tongue

A dog may be man's best friend, but a cat always seems to be its own best friend. You may love them or hate them (as if they cared either way), but cats have shared as long a history with us humans as any species of animal on earth, and it's safe to say that they'll be around for ages to come. It's not that cats actually do much for people--they can't fetch the newspaper, shake hands, or play Frisbee--or perhaps it's just that they choose not to. But their cool indifference, quiet pride, and utter impenetrability seem to justify them a place in our world regardless.
We all have our individual perceptions about the cat. Which of the following four phrases strikes closest to the image you hold?
1. Basking in the sun.
2. Mysterious and inscrutable.
3. Pleasantly soft to the touch.
4. A companionless creature.

Key to Cat got your tongue:

In Jungian psychology, the cat is representative of the feminine principle know as the anima, or your true inner self (as opposed to the social role you play). The description you selected as applying best to cats reveals the nature of your own true self, in its positive and negative aspects.
1. Basking in the sun.
In describing the catlike activity, rather than the cat itself, you show a sensitivity toward the natural actions of things within their environments. This makes you an accepting and easily acceptable person, capable of getting along well with everyone you meet. On the positive side, this means that people perceive you as comfortable in almost any situation. But that same uncanny sense of comfort can also make you appear a little superficial or unconcerned with others.

2. Mysterious and inscrutable.
You instinctively choose to describe the cat in terms of its personality, almost as if it were human. And the attributes of the cat's character that drew you attention are precisely the ones you share with it. Your true inner self is a kaleidoscope, changing and renewing itself constantly. This makes predicting your behavior an endlessly intriguing challenge to the people who love you, but it can also make you seem like more trouble than you're worth to those without the time or inclination to ponder riddles and enigmas.

3. Pleasantly soft to the touch.
To you, the cat presents itself as a physical object, defined specifically in terms of how it affects you. You see the world as something created to stimulate and serve you. This tendency may manifest itself as an aura of calm self-assurance or simply as excessive self-involvement. But it's likely that until you perceive that it has some direct effect on your life, this insight will be of no interest to you either way.

4. A companionless creature.
You define the cat in social terms, showing the emphasis you place on the role of the individual within (or apart from) the group. And your choice of "companionless" to describe the cat's condition is more than a little tinges with feeling, a sense of loneliness that the animal itself does not necessarily share. You are most deeply attuned to the emotional and social realms, making you appear caring, warm, and genuinely concerned about others. But it can also make you seem somewhat overly sensitive and melodramatic when you give full expression to your feelings.

When the party’s over

You drew the short straw and ended up with the unenviable task of being designated driver for the night. You resign yourself to a long night of club soda and cocktail nuts and manage to make it all the way to the agreed-upon twelve o'clock final round. But your jolly companions have different ideas, and with eyes out of focus and beer on their breath, the call goes out for "just one more for the road!"
Nobody like to be a wet blanket, but you've had enough. What do you say to convince your drunken friends that it really is time to go home?
1. "If you stay out any later, there's going to be hell to pay when you get home."
2. "If I don't get home soon, I'm going to have to sleep in the dog-house."
3. "You've already had enough. Let's go before you make yourself sick."
4. "Come on, party's over. I've got to get up early tomorrow."

Key to When the Party's Over:

There's a reason they call it "baby-sitting a drunk." Drunks are like children in many ways: they laugh and cry at the silliest things; they have difficulty finishing their sentences; sometimes they even wet their pants. But the most relevant similarity in this scenario is that both can be a a nightmare to control for the people who are supposed to be responsible for them. The way you tried persuading your partying friends to call it a night tells us something about your current (or future) parenting style.

1. "If you stay out any later, there's going to be hell to pay when you get home."
You don't want your children to think of you as an ogre, but sometimes the coercive power of a believable threat is too much to resist. That's the nice things about having a partner. You can scare the kids into behaving with, "just wait till Dad gets home!" or, "Mom is going to freak when she sees this mess," and still come away looking like the nice half of the good cop/bad cop routine. But you can't always be your kids' best friend. Sometimes you have to settle for being their parent.

2. "If I don't get home soon, I'm going to have to sleep in the doghouse."
You take the "best pals" strategy (see #1, above) to the next step, asking your kids to protect you from the consequences of their misbehavior. But in this approach, not only do you turn your spouse into the bad guy, but by abdicating all responsibility, you relinquish your own authority as well. It may be time for a a refresher course in Parenting 101.

3. "You've had enough already. Let's go before you make yourself sick."
Your no-nonsense, "stick to the facts" approach may not win you any nominations in the "Coolest Parent Ever" awards, but you always have your kids best interests at heart. And in the long run, that more than anything else will earn you their love and respect."

4. "Come on, party's over. I've got to get up early tomorrow."
You have a tendency to put your own priorities ahead of those of your kids. Parenting involves self-sacrifice, and that isn't always easy to do. But once you've drawn that straw, it's a reality you're going to have to come to terms with. Who knows, you may even learn to love it.
I'm going to say that my version of #4 is a "take care of me, so I can take care of you" approach that I can live with.

Deep in the Mountains

The mountains and the sea—nature has a power that draws us to her. After all we are all nature’s children, born into her world and fed on her bounty. No matter what marvels technology may develop, getting back to nature lets us feel truly alive. Medical science may make advances, but the best medicine will always be nature’s own healing power.
Your next journey will take you back to that green world, and what better setting for you to rediscover your natural self?
1. You have set off to climb a mountain, in search of a fabulously rare stone. What is your impression of the mountain as you stand at its foot?
2. After a hard search, you still haven’t found the stone, and now the sun has fallen. What will you do next?
3. You have finally discovered the stone you were seeking. What kind of stone is it? Describe its size, weight, and value.
4. Now it is time to come down from the mountain and return home. What parting words do you have for the mountain, and what is its reply?

Key to Deep in the Mountains:

The mountain that looms before you represents your father, or a father figure in your life. In psychological terms, it is a manifestation of the archetype of the wise old man. The stone you seek symbolizes abilities and strengths you must discover within yourself on your own journey to adult independence.

1. Your impression of the mountain show the image you have of your father. Was it difficult and unforgiving? Gentle and easily conquered? Or did you have an idealized image of a magnificent peak that somehow seemed to welcome you and encourage you in your quest?

2. The stone you are searching for represents your as yet undiscovered talent or strength. Your response to this question shows whether you will ever realize that untapped potential.
People who say they’d keep searching for the stone no matter what tend to show the same persistence and determination in their own lives, never giving up even when efforts seem fruitless.
Those who said they’d call it quits for the day but come back again to continue the search are the type who pace themselves, spreading their efforts over a long period of time. There are probably more than a few late bloomers in this group.
People who gave up looking for the stone altogether are in danger of never fulfilling their true potential.

3. The way you described the stone shows your feeling of self-worth. How big and heavy was it, and what did you think of its value?
“Oh, about twenty dollars or so" Hmmm, that’s not much of an appraisal, is it?
“It turned out to be a huge diamond worth millions! Hold on now, let’s not get carried away with ourselves.

4. Your parting words to the mountain reveal what you have always wanted, but never been able, to say to your father. Do you recognize any of these patterns?
You: Thanks for everything.
Mountain: You take care of yourself.
Did you have that kind of ideal exchange? Or did it go more like this:
You: Well, it looks like I’m finally through with you.
Mountain: You can say that again!
Maybe it’s time you and your father sat down for a talk.

A desert journey

Scenario 1: You are at work… You still have lots of pending jobs to do. Overtime. Everybody is already going home. You are unsure if you can finish the work you are doing.

Scenario 2: It’s time for the most boring subject you have in your class. There’s still 2 1/2 hours left.

And now… let’s imagine ourselves in a desert…

1. You are riding a camel in a desert. You really feel tired and exhausted. What will you say to the camel who has been with you all throughout your journey in the desert?

2. You are really thirsty. Luckily, you saw an oasis. But you are surprised to see that someone has arrived before you. WHo is he/she? (A person you know).

3. Finally, your destination is already in sight. How do you feel now?

4. You have to leave the camel now since you already reached your destination. Another person will now ride to the camel. Who is he/she?

Key to A Desert Journey:

The desert and camel theme symbolizes the journey toward personal independence. Specifically, this scenario reveals your feelings about parting with a lover. Your answers show how you might react when the time comes to go your separate ways.

Meaning of your answer to item #1: The words you spoke to the camel reveal what you might say to yourself when you realize love has been lost.

Meaning of your answer to item #2: The person you encountered here could be someone who has helped or comforted you in the past or one you might turn to in times of need.

Meaning of your answer to item #3: Your feelings upon reaching the town are your true feelings about finally getting over a lost love.

Meaning of your answer to item #4: The new rider is a person toward whom you feel a secret rivalry, jealousy, or resentment.

The blue bird

One day, a blue bird suddenly flew to the window of your room and was trapped. You got attracted to this bird that’s why you kept it. The next day, you were surprised to see that th ebird turned into color yellow. On the third day, it became red, and on the fourth day, it became black. What color is the bird when you wake up on the fifth day?

1. It stays black.
2. It turns back to it’s original blue.
3. It turns white.
4. I turns golden colored.

Key to The Blue Bird:

The bird that flew into your room seemed like a symbol of good fortune, but suddenly it changed color, making you worry that happiness would not last. Your reaction to this situation shows how you respond to difficulties and uncertainties in real life.

1. Those who said the bird stays black have a pessimistic outlook.
2. Those who said the bird turns blue again are practical optimists.
3. Those who said the bird turns white are cool and decisive under pressure.
4. Those who said the bird turns golden can be described as fearless.

Friday, January 04, 2008

Haikus written by Donard Tenoria



Haiku is the shortest type of poem from Japan written in 3 lines and 5-7-5 syllables.
Here are some of my Haikus.


Mother
I remember you
you touched my little fingers
so safe and so love

You
you made me feel this
captured me, stolen heart
now, I want you here

I Hate Myself
we've faced each other
now, here with unspoken love
oh, I hate myself

Shine
shimmers me over
dry my tears, warm my spirit
heal my heart, my soul

Declining Expectations
they notice me failed
it's hard to be consistent!
I'm just a human

Friday, June 15, 2007

"Bkit ako umalis sa Korean School at kumanta nalang sa bar?"



A MONOLOGUE by Donard

Tuwang tuwa ako ng matanggap ako sa trabaho as an ESL instructor sa Korean School bandang Don Antonio... bumili ako kaagad ng mga palamuti, magandang pambalot sa mesa, mga sabi-sabit, at mga pangdisplay para sa cubicle na itinalaga sa akin ng head teacher.

Excited ako nung araw na 'yon. Inayos at pinanganda ko ang cubicle...naglagay ako ng sabit-sabit sa ding ding...nilagyan ko ng mga picture frames at kung anu-anu pang kalandian...

Noong unang linggo ko sa korean school na yun...natutuwa ako sa mga korean students...kakaiba sila...mababait...hindi nga lang ako natutuwa sa kakaiba nilang amoy... pero tiniis ko yon... tinanggap ko na lamang na parte iyon ng aking trabaho...kahit nakakawala ng brain condition...ok lang...tiniis ko yon...pinilit kong maging masigla sa pagtuturo kahit humihiwa sa ilong... hanggang sa na kasanayan ko nalang... dahil parang humalo na sya sa aking sistema...araw araw ka ba naman makalanghap ng mabahong amoy...
Meron akong isang student, 24 years old n sya...naging student ko sya for less than 2 weeks...malaking bulas...parang higante...5'11' ang height...mataba...parang wrestler...
Everytime na pumapasok sya sa cubicle may dala syang candy...ang sweet sweet nya...binibigyan nya ako ng candy...minsan na iipon nalang yun sa cubicle, at nilalanggam.
Unang meeting namin, inivaluate ko sya. Kasi, kapag sa unang klase, kailangan mo na iivaluate ang student mo para malaman mo kung anung level sya.
Unang meeting...nagdiscuss ako ng lesson according to his age...mega english english ako, pero wala ata syang reactions...hindi nagsasalita...ni yes or no, walang sinasabi...nakapagtataka...
Ginawa ko lang yun araw araw, hanggang sa hindi ko na kinaya...hanggang sa nag ABCD nalang kami...ayun! nagreact!..nagsalita rin sya sa wakas...

Nag ABCD kami ng isang araw...nung sumunod na araw...may words na...A is for apple..B is for Boy... C is for Cat... and D is for Dog... sumasabay sya sakin...okay lang sa akin na ganun ang ginagawa namin every meeting basta ang importante may interactions sya...

next day... nag nursery rhymes kami...with music...and mega dance ever ako...tuwang tuwa naman sya...at natuwa rin ako kasi may cooperation na sya...

haggang sa sumunod na araw, habang mega dance ever ako sa nursery rhymes namin...parang di na sya natutuwa...naloka nalamang ako ng biglang pinagsusuntok nya ng malakas ang mga langgam sa cubicle...natakot ako...kasi tumabingi ang cubicle...natanggal lahat ng mga dekurasyon ko sa pader...ang mga piture frames at ang mga sabit-sabit, nahulog lahat...nakakaloka talaga...medyo natroma ako...kamuntik nakong masuntok sa dibdib...

kinabukasan nakausap ko ang yaya nya..may yaya pala sya...doon ko lang nalaman na mongoloid pala sya...hindi ko napansin...hindi kasi halata...parang pareho lang...di ko napansin ang difference sa normal na koreano at hindi...

Nung sumunod na linggo... hindi na ako masyadong nag alala...kasi mga bata naman ang tinuruan ko, about 7 to 12 yrs. old...magagaling ang mga bata...mabilis matuto...makulit nga lang...minsan magugulo...hanggang sa mga sumunod na araw...pakulit na ng pakulit sila...apat silang makukulit...misan napipikon na ako sa kakulitan...pero pinapalagpas ko lang yun kasi mga bata sila...ganun talaga...

pero isang araw...nag karoon kami ng topic about "Who's your favorite cartoon character?" bigla nalang silang nagtawanan ng malakas ng sinabi ng isang student ko na..."Teacha you look like shrek!" Shrek...kamukha ko nga si Shrek...walang duda...medyo nasaktan ako dun...napikon ako...gusto ko mang sakalin sila isa-isa di ko magawa...kaya kinurot ko nalang...

Nagsumbong ang bata sa magulang at nakarating sa head teacher...last warning nalang at sisesantehin na ako....

Pero...di kalaunan nag resign na rin ako... kasi hindi ko na talaga matiis.
Halos lahat ng mga students sa korean school ay may digicam...nakasabit sa mga leeg nila..di ko maintindihan bakit picture sila ng picture ng kung anu-ano...

One time, umakyat ako sa canteen...isang matarik na hagdanan iyon na medyo madulas...delikado...natyempuhan ako...

minsan ng umakyat ako sa canteen para bumili ng makakain...pero wala akong nabili...kasi puro noodles at kimchi...kaya bumaba nalamang ako... at sa labas na lang bibili ng turon...

Natyempuhan ako...may natapakan akong pechay...may putang inang naglagay ng Kimchi sa hagdanan...ayun nadulas ako at gumulong pababa...una ang mukha...putok ang labi ko...dumudugo...hiyang hiya ako kasi ang daming nakakita sakin...nakita ako ng mga koreano...sabi ko... Help!...parang di nila naintindihan...sabi ko ulit...emergency!...parang di pa rin nila naintindihan...sabi ko ulit...moh-ree-gga a-ppa-yoh!...(ibig sabihin masakit ang ulo ko)...parang di parin nila naintindihan...nakakaloka!...sa halip na dalhin nila ako sa clinic...pinagpyestahan pa nila ako at pinag pipicchuran! Shet...
At iyon ang nangyari sa akin....sobrang sama ng loob ko...

Hindi ko na natiis...kaya nagresign nalang ako...at pumasok sa katapat nitong sing along bar...

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

“Putang Ina”

By Donard Tenoria
habang lasing 12:30am, during preparations for a stage play OH MY GODS

Masama ang magmura.
Dati nung bata ako ang lakas kong magmura.
Naisip ko, ang pangit para sa isang tao ang nagmumura…pinilit kong huwag magmura…
Pero ngayong malaki na’ko hindi ko na mapigilang magmura.
Saan at kailan ba natin nagagamit ang Putang ina?

Kapag galit ka.
“Putang ina mo!”

Kapag nakita mo ang close friend mo, magmura ka.
“tang-ina kamusta ka na?”
Close na close di ba?

Kapag masaya, kapag nasabi mo ang totoo
Kapag naiparating sa kaibigan mo ang tunay nararamdaman.
Nagmumura ka kapag in love…
“tang ina mahal ko s’ya”

Kapag heart broken.
“…putang ina ang sakit ng nararamdaman ko! Parang sasabog dibdib ko!”
O di ba masgumagaan?

Para maging masaya ang pagsasama…masayado kasing seryoso.
Nag mumura ka kapag naglalabingan kayo ng mga kaibigan mo.
“tang ina ka! Ha! Ha! Ha!

Napapamura ka kapag masarap
“…tang ina ang sarap ng pagkain.”

Nababanggit mo ito pag sobrang concern ka sa isang tao
“tang ina anong nangyari sa’yo?”

Napapamura ka kapag sobrang natakot ka o nagulat.
“Ay putang ina!”

Nagmumura ka kapag may nakalimutan ka o may hinahanap na may kasamang inis..
“Nasaan na ba ‘yong putang inang ‘yon?”

Nagmumura ka kapag malungkot ka
“tang inang buhay ‘to!”

Minsan kulang ang iyong pangungusap kapag walang putang ina.
“putang ina” independent clause bago mo sabihin ang nakakaexcite na balita
“tang ina ang ganda ng movie”
walang buhay o impact kapag ang ganda ng movie lang.

At marami pang iba…

Kailangan nating magmura paminsan minsan,
kailangan kasi natin ito sa linguwahe ng totoong buhay.
Kahit nga teacher, abogado, presidente, senador, businessman, pari at madre nagmumura
Sabay sabay tayo…PUTANG INA…

(tang inang tula ‘to)