Happy New Year to all!
Merry Christmas, everyone!
Titili ka rin! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
The world is an exciting place again. More in Carlo Vergara’s site
. Thanks to Mugen
for the heads up.
Goodbye, LJ. You have always been a decent channel for The McVie Show’s syndicated version. But now I’m simplifying. Again.
Go to http://mcvie5.blogspot.com/
. Or click on the link HERE
(Kung tamad kang i-bookmark yung site na yun, then I guess hindi ka ang audience ko.)
One of my resolutions for 2008: more audio & video posts. And to start, here’s the one-minute-and-forty-seven-second long version of the “This Sh*t Is Bananas!” bentahan with friends at The Farm.|
Ladies and gentlemen, presenting “Hollabakla (The Bentahan Mix)” by Gwen Stefani feat The Stefunnies!
|» Pawn Da Replay|
Going to Subic one cannot miss this little town called Lubao in Pampanga. It forces you to pay attention to it because of the traffic; the narrow national highway becomes even narrower thanks to the very busy town center. Huge buses stop to let off their passengers, their sheer size blocking off half of the street. Delivery trucks, backing in and out of factories and stores on the side of the road, block the whole street causing pile-ups that stretch all the way to the next town. And worst of all are the tricycles; they all seem to have a top speed that’s just fast enough to overtake a pregnant woman walking. In heels. Who’s just about to give birth.|
But I suspect the residents of Lubao recognize this, and as a concession to the travelers who would like nothing better than to bulldoze their town off the map, they decided to make the crawling through their place rather entertaining. How? Apparently, Lubao is the cosmic pawnshop center of the universe. (Phillip, whose family is into the pawnshop business, immediately noticed that when we went to Subic last year.) Passersby will be amazed and amused to discover that almost every other establishment at the busy town center is a pawnshop. One can just imagine the cutthroat competition amongst these pawnshops. So much so that they’ve started offering something extra for doing business with them: Libreng sabon sa bawat sangla mo! (Free soap every time you pawn something!) said one banner; Libreng noodles sa bawat sangla mo! (Free noodles every time you pawn something!) claimed another. Pretty someone will come up with pasa load as their promo offering. I wonder what other offerings will they come up with: eggs? Bags of lahar? Copies of Mark Lapid’s “Saging lang ang may puso!” movie?
Speaking of which, there is a dance mix of “Saging lang ang may puso” and it’s out now!
Check out the music video:
Now that shit is bananas!
|» The Season Of Freedom and Choice|
Welcome a brand new year, and with it a brand new theme. The start of 2008 is The Season Of Freedom and Choice. Will this be my underlying theme for the rest of the year? Maybe I’ll change mid-year. Who knows? After all, the only thing constant is change.|
And so to start the year, let me leave you with an early Oasis song:
I’m free to be whatever I,
Whatever I choose
And I’ll sing the blues if I want.
I’m free to say whatever I,
Whatever I like
If it’s wrong or right it’s alright.
Always seems to me
You only see what people want you to see.
How long’s it gonna be
Before we get on the bus
And cause no fuss?
Get a grip on yourself,
It don’t cost much.
Free to be whatever you,
Whatever you say
If it comes my way it’s alright.
You’re free to be wherever you,
Wherever you please
You can shoot the breeze if you want.
Here in my mind
You know you might find
Something that you,
You thought you once knew.
But now it’s all gone
And you know it’s no fun…
Yeah, I know it’s no fun…
Oh, I know it’s no fun.
Whatever you do,
Whatever you say,
Yeah I know it’s alright.
– “Whatever”, Oasis
|» Happy New Year To All!|
New year, new changes; I’ve always been partial to change. Part of change is embracing the new and letting go of the old, especially if the old is bad for you.|
In the Chinese calendar, next year is the Year of The Rat. How fitting then that a couple of “rats” revealed their real selves to me, so I’ve cut them off from my life. It’s amazing how easy it is to cut off people who are not worth keeping around anyway.
Meanwhile, let us toast to the new year!
|» Here Comes The New Year|
I was never really as enamored with New Year’s Day as compared to Christmas. Oh, I loved how the New Year ushers in hope and change; but to me the holiday seems like the homier cousin of Christmas. This despite the fact that, as kids, we would wake up on the morning of New Year’s Day to find a second round of gifts under the Christmas tree. (Our parents told us Santa Claus decided to come back through the Philippines on his way back to the North Pole and decided to reward us kids for being good the whole year. I bought into the whole Santa-doubling-back-in-his-tracks bit; as for being good the whole year, who was I to argue with The Man in the Red Suit?)|
What really ticked me off during that time of the year were the firecrackers. Let’s differentiate firecrackers from fireworks: the former are primarily the noise-makers (5-star, bawang, Sinturon Ni Hudas, etc.) while the latter are the ones that make spectacular light shows (lusis, baby rockets, fountains, etc.). The Chinese invented firecrackers to ward off evil spirits; it’s no surprise then that I hated them. I remember how embarrassed I was to cover my ears in front of my cousins or my neighborhood friends whenever I see a firecracker about to explode; I knew it was less manly to cover one’s ears, and at that time I was already conscious of not wanting to look too weak and unmanly in front of others. I saw firecrackers as a crude form of outing: “Aha! You’re afraid of firecrackers! You must be gay!”
Another peeve of mine was the smoke. New Year’s morning I’d pick my nose and my finger will be all black and sooty. Ugh.
Since 2000 we’ve ushered in the New Year in Bohol (once in Baguio). I especially enjoyed celebrating the New Year in our little town of Bilar. We’d first attend the midnight mass then proceed to my aunt’s place to eat (there was always lechon and sotanghon). Before and during the mass we could hear intermittent explosions from firecrackers, often few and far in between. The moment the bells clanged to signal the end of the mass and the faithful started to pour out of the church, that’s when the noisemaking swings full-blast. Which often goes, pak-pak-pa-pak… pause… pak-pak… pause… pa-pak-pa-pa-pak… pause… pa-pak… pause… pak-pak-pa-pak… longer pause… pak… pause… pak-pak-pa-pak. In about five minutes it’s over. Not surprising, given that most of the folks in Bilar are simple farmers. They must have seen a year’s worth of savings go up in smoke in those five minutes.
Last year I decided to treat my family and the Bilar folks to a rare treat. I bought a box of fireworks worth more than Php2,000; that would give us about a minute of non-stop fireworks blazing at the clear starry New Year sky of Bilar. So after the mass ended we walked over to our aunt’s place which is just about a minute away from the church gates. People from all over Bilar were piling into their vans and buses and motorcycles to celebrate the New Year in their respective homes. I wanted to light the fireworks then, but my aunt insisted we eat first before the lechon cooled. So by the time we were ready to light the fireworks, everyone had gone home and there was no one left by the basketball court in front of the church. We ended up enjoying the fireworks display by ourselves.
This year is the first in a long time that I’ll be greeting the New Year in Metro Manila. We’re keeping it simple: we’ll just have spaghetti and ham and champagne (besides, I’ve already consumed enough to feed a small province in China). I’ve long mastered the art of not flinching and covering my ears when a firecracker explodes. I’m seriously considering just switching on the aircon in our parents’ room and staying there until the merrymaking ends (nah, we don’t believe in leaving the windows open for luck). And I’ve long stopped jumping so that I’ll grow taller.
Whatever happens let us embrace change, for the only thing constant is change. Happy New Year, folks!