how to eat a danggit

danggit is probably one of gogol's favorite foods, in addition to bananas and putos.
because it's his favorite and gogol is well-loved by his lolo, his lolo always brings him packs and packs of danggit as pasalubong from cebu.
but his parents are still wondering how he was able to acquire fondness for danggit. they recall that when gogol was just a baby learning to eat solids they didn't have much in their fridge except packs and packs of danggit.
that's how gogol got to like danggit.




step 1: take a small bite.
just enough to get a salty taste of the danggit.

step 2: take a bigger and harder bite.
which is usually the case if nanay fails to cook it well.

step 3: SHARE!!!!!!!!!!!
one good deed gogol has mastered.



the end.

how to eat a banana

this is how gogol eats a banana.
He likes all types of banana -- lakatan, senorita, rikondal, sab-a (cavendish), even mundo!
it's his nanay and tatay's best therapy for his diarrhea.




step 1: peel the banana to expose the tasty fruit inside.

step 2: take a BIG bite. chew well.
but gogol does not really do that.

step 3: if biting off won't work, try it with your hands or fingers.

step 4: yum yum banana!



THE END.

that's what i call gamuni-muni.

06 September 2008

Last night we said goodbye to a friend leaving and hoping to comeback, and said hello with lots of hugs and miss you’s to somebody who’s been away for 6 months.

Iloilo is always a sadly happy place…or a happily sad place and right now I feel so normally abnormal. Missing college and the singleness of being inside cramped rooms in college boarding houses. Missing even the 3 hour dusty trip back home. I feel like leaving and going home. Daddy has repeatedly asked gogol if he wanted to come with him to my hometown.

So now I’m so corny.

and listening to susanna hoffs, suzzane vega, joan wasser and the Sundays.

All the moody songs these ladies could muster. I thought of making that mix CD that’s long overdue. For alfredo. A HAPPY MIX CD for now.but this is such a depressing saturday and wet at that.  Well. Alfredo Diaz already has 2 and I still owe him a happy mix because everything I gave him was just moody and melancholic.

So. I won’t make one until I’m sure I feel happy. (when will it ever be?)

It’s funny, every time I get excited about giving somebody a mix tape/CD all the songs that come up in my list are moody and melancholic ones. I have been trying to forget about 1997 and 1998 but it keeps on coming back. All I had were these songs to hold on to. Then I crashed again in 2003. And these songs were already gone. NU was gone. My cassette player is a goner. I’d though I’d be a goner soon.

Now it’s much easier to laugh although but still a little hard to live. And from time to time I’d still feel so 2003. and I have been wanting wanting wanting wanting to write funny but I end up with this. It’s like the mix cds…been wanting wanting wanting wanting to give a happy mix and I end up giving something that could almost facilitate suicide.

If Professor Diaz was right, I still have so many things to settle. With the world. but I’ve made peace with the fact that the world never really owes me anything. I’m not as angry as I was in high school. And in 1997.

Maybe I need another of those weekend writing your pain sessions. Under the beautiful ficus tree in the enchanting garden of Dot. With pandesal ni paa.

Just maybe. 

ang lolo ko.

damo damo ko gusto isulat.

andami kong gustong isulat.

damo bi mapinsaran ko kung gasakay sa dyip.

andami kong naiisip pag sumasakay ako sa dyip.

galing pagabot sa opisina, pagtubang ko sa lolo ko

pero pagdating ko sa opisina, pagharap ko sa lolo ko

gatabog tanan nga mga manami ko nga napinsar.

(at hindi ko alam ang equivalent ng "tabog" sa tagalog) lahat ng mga magaganda kong naiisip.

hainaku lord.

hay naku lord.

CHROME.

this browser is so beautiful.

in the jeepney i tell him about entitling a poem chrome. in the august weekend writing your pain workshop. it's funny if you come to think how some things just sort of...fit in. perfectly.

now i'm digressing. which is something i'm used and loved to do.

as long as you follow me
this is what i do, like i do
i've been on the ride before
it never stops at all
it never stops at all

now i confide something to somebody and how she laughed and said how appropriate.

or how doomed we are.

or how how how how...HOW.

i'm tired and want to go to a rock concert.

have you been to a rock concert.

i'm tired and want to fall in love with this rock star i see on my computer screen. 

it's 5:18 and i have to go home but i wnat to listen over and over and over and over to this...

this rock song.

this rock. song.