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Friday, March 30, 2007

more feedbacks...

more feedbacks from Efrenmark39

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"Kudos and many thanks to Sonny Espejo for a very bright and enlightening journal!!
All that I can do now, since most of the prestine places are gone and/or abused, is to reminisce the sacred events of treking around the barrios and indulge on some
lomboy, sirguelas, mangga and bayabas. But if you choose to have lakamas/singkamas make sure to ask permission otherwise the watch will have you for dinner...he! he! he! just kidding."

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There is nothing like the taste of these fruits especially during Maytime in the Philippines.  I yearn for the taste of sinkamas when it is just out of the ground, sliced into thin pieces then marinated with vinegar laced with red labuyo pepper. It tastes so good if you are a Balikbayan deprived of tasting the delicacy for several years.

Lomboy is superb when placed inside two plates to form a container, then shaken briefly with salt. There is nothing like the taste of our Philippine mangoes esp. when fully riped and eaten with suman made with sweet rice ( diket).

I love the sineguelas sold by vendors who cram the top layer with the red ones but inside are still the green ones. Marketing ploy! Guavas too are delicious. There were lots of guava trees in  front of our house in Asingan long time ago; we would wait for the fruit to become big and ripe before we climb the tree to pick them; otherwise the birds or the worms will beat us to it..I remember during the old days, kids in Asingan are circumscised in the river by some old timers good in this kind of thing. The kids would come out of the water, the "surgeons" do their thing, for antiseptic, they used  guava leaves which they masticate in their mouths and applied to the fresh wound. Guava leaves have antiseptic properties, assuming the herbolarios' spit do not have any bacteria ( which I doubt).

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"Aratan...marikit lamet si Rain...keep up the good looks.....Don't let stress and depression bother you at all... just think of my problem...and it'll be...Napunas lan amin.."Under malinak lay labi""

( an unpublished photo )

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

more feedbacks...

Two  comments have been posted to the Blog:
THE ASINGANIAN  JOURNAL
a poem from Rain
Comments from: efrenmark39


"If only I had a time machine
I could make myself go back
Until the day I was born,
And I would live my life again
and rearrange it so that Ill be
Yours from now on.
Met you on a springtime day
You were mindin your life
And I was mindin mine, too

Lady when you looked my way
I had a strange sensation
And, darlin thats when I knew...
So I lived my life in a dreamworld
For the rest of my days
Just you and me walkin hand in hand
In a wishful memory
Oh, I guess thats all
That it would ever be."

Song from England Dan and John Ford Coley

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"Apple looks more and more like you....she's so pretty...leaning towards the faces of the Villanuevas.."

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feedback from SS

 
DATELINE: MANGATAREM
 
I have returned from Mangatarem last Monday, March 26th, and is presently resting in Cavite (Dasmarinas) from so much intoxication of the "tiki-tiki" of old age, the sweet nectar of nostalgia.
 
For the few times I could move with inebration, I opened my computer and visited your AJ blog. Behold what I saw: an untitled poem except for saying "a poem by christopher marlowe" and a picture of a nameless model. I can easily make out the title of the poem (that's how old I am) by simply reading the stanzas; its "The Passionate Shepherd to His Love".
 
And the model? Come on. On the DC, I wasn't born yesterday. The lilting torso and seraphic face unmistakably belong to a lion that I know that doesn't roar, but only sobs (sorry, this is just a metaphor, intended to humor your day); I leave you to guess who's in my mind.
 
I'm slated to leave for Infanta (Pangasinan) on Sunday, April 1st, to drink some more of the "tiki-tiki" of old age: reconciliation with relatives who seemed to have lived from another time.
 
SS
 
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To SS,
 
Maybe, if you can, bring home some of that "tiki-tiki" and share some with us old timers ( hah!). Maybe it will knock off some ten years out of our biological age.
 
Yes, I did not have to mention her name anymore. She requested that poem ( it might mean a lot for her ) and she e-mailed me that very recent photo.
 
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Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Aiden's day

in my shoppe

 
Mum had to change the Shoppe name to a more appropriate sounding company..hahah...My shoppe has been changed to Dahlia Connors Design Shoppe....
 
 here is my son trying to run the store..should I let him:)
 
Of course.. perks are all included...see the snacks in the background...and his lists to do on the clip board ....that wound up Sponge Bob's drawings..
 
 
After few hours in the store...I had to ask him to go home with Daddy because..i do not think I was able to handle the opening and closing of the cash register:)
 
 
 
 
I cannot go home yet until I put all prices on the merchandise...my store manager found out that my prince had taken all the prices and put his the next day..:)
 
 
"I made a sale of 50 bucks on my own..now can I spend it?"
 
$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$

RITES OF SPRING

I am writing down that March 27 is the very first day of Spring for Toronto. It started with a foggy morning ( may not be as foggy as London perhaps ) but as soon as the sun came out of its lair, the mist dissapeared and the sounds and colours of spring sprang to life..

What a day. I went out with my usual eskimo-like outfit and a few minutes later I have to shed off my outer jacket ( 2 more thick sweaters inside ). What can I do? Yesterday was still cold. Felt the chill while walking to the senior's home to do our regular Monday night thing.

So this morning, Miguelita started her garden rites that would carry on up to October when curtains will ring down for the end of summer 2007. But, let us cross our bridges when we reach them, not before.

In the mean time, "let us rejoice and be glad.." Spring is here at last. It is the time for change, for renewal and the inspection of whatever damage the short winter had wrought to our house and yard.

Now let me play VIVALDI's FOUR SEASONS while I am raking the dried leaves together with the fricking doggie droppings that some fricking dog owners did not pick up last winter.

the flower photos...

Each plant inside our house has a story to tell. These are a part of the batch we won in the silent bidding last Saturday. They are now gracing our front steps. They say "Welcome" to all of our visitors.. 

Blue hydrangia stands proudly on a pedestal..

 

The night before, the floral trio kept this KALAMANSI plant some company before being transfered out side on the front.

 

This KALAMANSI plant have been with us for more than 10 years already. It blooms all year round and the blossoms that do not drop turn to kalamansi fruits which in turn find its way into our dinner table as PER-RES* for BAGOONG**  or ARAMANG***.

Are you salivating yet?---#

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* squeezed juice

** salted anchovies

*** salted shrimp fry

Monday, March 26, 2007

The Road of Holiness

The Desert will rejoice, and flowers will bloom in the wastelands

The desert will sing and shout for joy,

It will be beautiful as the Lebabons Mountains and as fertile as the fields of Carmel and Sharon,

Everyone will see the Lord's splendor, see His greatness and Power

 

 

Give strength to hands that are tired and to knees that tremble with weakness.

Tell everyone who is discouraged

"Be strong and don't be afraid!

God is coming to your rescue, Coming to punish your enemies."

 

 

The blind will be able to see, and the deaf will hear,

The lame will leap and dance,

And those who can not speak will shout for joy.

Streams of water will flow through the desert;

The burning sand will become a lake,

And dry land will be filled with springs

Whre jackals used to live, marsh grass and weeds will grow

 

 

There will be a highway there, called the "The Road of Holiness"

No sinner will ever travel that road; no fools will mislead those who follow it

No lions will be there, no fierce animals will pass that way.

Those whom the Lord has rescued will travel home by that road.

They will reach Jerusalem with gladness, singing and shouting for joy

They will be happy forever, forever free from sorrow and grief.

--Isaiah 35

( Photos are by Victorio Costes from his Hawaiian Holiday album...)

 

an Ilocano story from Ayee

AY, ADDA DA PAY NGATA???

ni Marissa "ayee" Rodrigo

Napasamak datoy idi tawen ti 1997! Kasangsangpetko launay idi nga naggapu idiay North America ket maragsakanak nga makakita kadagiti agtutubo nga pos-poste ti koryente / PANELCO ditoy baryomi a Lungao. No man pay adun ti adda telebisyonna, silsilaw ken naduma-duma nga appliances iti babbalayda idiay baryomi, ti kinapudno na ket awan pay idi ti agtaray nga koryente ti lugarmi ken dagiti barbaryo ti ammianan ti karayan Ambayoan. Generator ken battery ti jeep ti us-usaren dagiti tattao. Ngem ita pagarupek nga umayen ti koryente kadagitoy bar-baryo ti nanumo ngem napigged nga ili ti San Nicolas ta ne makitan dagitoy agtutubo nga pos-poste ti PANELCO.

Umuna nga rabii idi kasangsangpetmi kenni nanangko, ayket nagimas ti turogko. Gapu ngata ta nabannugak iti naka-at-attiddog nga biyahe. Kabigatanna sige pasyar dita ti inaramidko. Maragsakanak launay nga makakita kadagiti kabaryoak, kakailliak, kaklasek nga saanko nakitkita ti nasursurok nga duwa pulo a tawen, kakabaggian nga di nga nakitkita agraman dagitay saanko nga am-ammo nga kabagyan met gayam daydi tatangko. Sige ket nagumaak nga nagpaspasyar ken nangnangan ti lut-luto nga nabayagen nga saanko naramanan. "Hmmm, naimas ken nagpintas nga talaga ti agawid iti nakaiyanakam", kunak ngarud itoy panunotko.

Kalpasan ti sumurok kumurang nga dua a dominggok ditoy Lungao, isun ti pannakareknak ti naidumduma nga eksperyensiya. Maysa nga rabii, ne adda mareknak nga kumalaiseg idiay ngato ti sim ti balaymi ken pumadak-padak ti paraanganmi. Naalak ti nagbuteng ta malagepko nga adda idi is-istoryaenda nga bungbungkalo wenno pugot nga aggigian kano ditoy compound mi nga isu ti paggigianan amin dagiti kakabsat ken pampamilya ni nanangko malaksid datay dua nga kabsat na nga lallaki, pareho nga suldado dagitoy; datay maysa ket adda idiay California ken tay buridekda ket adda met idiay Mindanao. Ditoy compound da nanangko adu ngamin ti darakkel nga kay-kayo; mangga, santol, mabolo, chico, bayabas, baybana, kalamansi, katuday, kapas ken dadduma pay. Ngem ita adun ti napukan ken natumtumbada idi nagbagyo ken naglayos nga gappuanan daydi Bagyo Didang.

"Ayee, nakariingka pay? Adda kadi madlaw mo?" impukkaw ni antek nga Pia. Ti balayda antek ket kaabay latta daytoy balaymi, agpareho nga bungalow ket pareho met nga nababa. Ti sango ti balayda ket adda nagdakkel nga mangga ket ti sango met ti balaymi ket tallo nga darakkel nga chico ken mangga idiay likudanna.

"Wen auntie" insungbatko.

"Nangngegmo datay kumanalbuog ditoy sim tayo?"

"Wen auntie" kinunak manen.

"Shhh, ania dayta? Ne apay nakariingka pay? Kinuna ni nanangko sa nagbalikid. Agkaidda kami ditoy makindaya nga kuwarto ta mabutengak nga agmaymaysa.

"Wen, ‘nang ket saanak nga makaturog ta adda nadlawko ket nadlaw met gayam ni auntie Pia".

"Umay sa met umiliw kenka", inyangaw ni antek nga agkatkatawa.

"Ewww, dikayo man agang-angaw ti kasta ta ni mabutengak ngaruden. Nanang i-lockyo man dagita jalosy ta amanganto ket no gaw-atennatayo ditoy uneg", kunak ken nanangko.

Ti daras met nga in-lock ni nanagko dagiti jalosy diay tawa nga ayan ti kuwartomi.

"Auntie, saan kadi nga alingaas datoy mangmangngeg tayo? Baka met alingaas dagitoy um-umay maki-basbasketbol ditoy sango ti balay."

"Ammo payen", insungbat ni antek.

"Shhh, maturogka ketdin", kinuna met ni nanagko.

"Dumenden kayo ngarud ditoy ayanko ah ta mabutengak" inyarasaasko saakto naturogen.

No mano nga aldaw ti panaggianko idiay Lungao, kasta met siguro ti umay panangpasyar dagiti pugot wenno bungbungkalo.

Ket ita 2007, Marso, kaaw-awidko manen. Nagdakkelen ti nagbaliwan ti il-ili ti Pangasinan ket saan nga naiduma met ti baryomi nga Lungao. Maikawaak ngarud nga makakita kadagiti nagdarakkel nga babbalay kasta met kadagiti nagado unay nga lugluganen. Uray met datoy balay ket nasukatanen, saanen nga bungalow.

Idi sumangpet kami, dinamagko nga dagus kenni adingko Eddie (isu ken ti pamilyana ti aggigian ditoy family house mi) no adda pay la bungbungkalo wenno pugot ditoy compoundmi ket kinunana nga awanen. Ngem uray kasta kada rumabiin, rekreknaek no adda agay-ayam manen ditoy ngato ti balay… Ket ngarud maysa nga rabii bigla nga adda nangalbuog idiay ngato ti sim.

"Ay, ania dadiay, addan sa pugot", kunak kenni adingko nga Jing (kaduami kenni mother nga nagbakasyon).

"Ni manangen, takrot nga talaga. Bunga ti chico dadiay", insungbat ni adingko. "Awanen ti pugot wenno bungbungkalo ditoy, nadugsakda metten ah", kinunana manen.

"Pakiserram man ketdi dayta tawa ken ibabam dayta kurtina", kunak manen.

"Bunga ti chico kunak ke’", insungbat ni Jing.

Nangngeg met ni adingko nga Ferdie idiay bangir nga kuwarto (adda amin dagiti kakabsatko ken pampamilyada idiay balay idi simmangpet kami), "Hayna manang, no birbirukem dagitay tagahangam idi, awandan, nagtalawdan! Maturogka ketdin ta intayo pay ag-shopping intono bigat", kinunana nga agkatkatawa.

Agpayso siguro ta bayat ti maysa nga bulan nga kaaddami idiay Lungao ket awan metten ti narekreknakon nga immay bimmisita.---###

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hi manong vic,
 
kumusta kayon... i'm back here in toronto... it is so nice to be back again but it is nicer to be home longer (in the philippines). we passed asingan many times and it is a beautiful municipality, naglinis ken nagpipintas ti babbalayyo idiay.
 
kasta met idiay san nicolas, too many changes, makapaikawa...
 
manong, attached is an ilokano short story para idiay asingan journal. dedicated kenni DO. I think he was the one requesting an ilokano story before i went home to the philippines. i know this is not much of a story ngem mabalin metten siguro. 
 
ayee

 

 

Sunday, March 25, 2007

one night to remember...

at the church gala night

"Oh no!" I muttered when I woke up that morning of Saturday, March 24. My left big toe was swollen and I for the first time, I could not walk without limping about.

"Could this be gout??" I said after coming out in the bathroom and settling down in the living room couch. Then I thought of my son who at one time could not walk because his foot was also swollen, because of gout, at least that's what  his physician  said. He was a beer drinker. And he loves red meat.

Please, not today, I said silently. We bought a couple of tickets two weeks ago for this church gala dance, 65$ each. A ticket holder is entitled  to heaps of food  and barrels of drink ( it was an open bar to a mainly Italian crowd ) and you know how the Italians love their food. It said on the ticket, "anti pasto bar". What the heck is an anti-pasto bar? Oodles of noodles? Noodles with what? Well, I gotta attend the affair to find out what it is  and not to waste the 130$ spent for the tickets. But how, with this sore big toe?

The pain lingered on the whole morning, and it was carried over into the early afternoon until I decide to try a couple of tylenols just to ease the pain. An hour later the pain started to subside and I said.."Alleluia, Somebody up there likes me.."

When Zeny, a church friend came at 5:15, my foot pain was almost gone.

 

We reached the Banquet Hall, one of these grand looking joints with chandeliers and pretty curtains draped around and we saw waiters setting up some tables in the middle of the hall. At precisely 6:00 pm, the food bar ( the antipasto ) opened. There were two sections: one section was mainly pasta, ( all kinds ) and the other one were seafoods, mussels, sliced calamare (squid ) mostly cooked with vinegar and tomatoes.Then a huge pile of boiled lobsters split in the middle and laying about with their claws cracked. For veggie lovers there was this sliced eggplants broiled and cooked with roasted pepper swimming in oil and vinegar. The other section is the actual pasta ( all kinds of pasta ), but the line was so long I did not have the patience lining up. Miguelita did and she said there was a whole palanggana of sliced cheese. The Italians really love their food!

Wine was complementary. Two bottles, one red and one white were already in the middle of our table. I thoughtof my toe, looked at my plate of food, pondered for a minute then I said,' What the heck.." I poured myself a glass of red wine.

 

And there was this silent auction. Items were displayed at the back section. Items that caught my interest were: a set of 3 Samurai swords patterened after the ones used in the movie KILL BILL..Starting bid is 160, black colored wooden stand included. Then there was this golf club bag, brand new starting bid was 50$,..Farther on there was a small Nikon camera 7 Mb pixel, only 80$..A clipboard with a pen and an info sheet was displayed right in front of each item..

Miguelita placed a bid on 6 Hydrangia plants : 20$ for all 6 . "One plant in the plant store cost about 20 $," she said. I put a bid on the golf club bag because Miguelita, in a United Way raffle about 3 months ago won a set of 9 brand new golf clubs (Golfsmith, a minor brand ) but no bag was included. My grandaughter Mia learned how to play the game and so we were thinking of giving the set to her ( clubs and bag ) someday if we will not be able to learn how to play the game.

I also put a bid on the digital camera. But more people would also bid as the night went on until the time all bidding closes. Then you check the last name crossed with a red marker and if it's your name, then you take the slip and pay for the item to a couple of cashiers at the lobby.

 

At the end of the bidding session, we found our names with the hydrangia plants and the golf bag. The Nikon camera ended at 220$. I dropped out of the bidding at the 100$ mark. The bag started at 50 $ and went up to 110, the price I paid. The plants ended at 45$. Zeny's car trunk was crammed with our loot for the evening.

And as I write this piece this morning, I checked my big left toe. Alleluia! No more pain. Not even with all the yummy appetizers I ate the night before!---#

The golf bag I won during the silent auction..

 

Arriving from the party, one of the the azaleas Miguelita won during theauction is on the table..

 

Two azaleas and and the hydrangias beside the TV and the table lamp..

 

a close up of the hydrangias..

The rest of the batch..Twas not a bad evening after all!...



Saturday, March 24, 2007

from SS, enjoying a holiday in Pangasinan

DATELINE: MANGATAREM

 I took a sabbatical 'leave" as contributor to your AJ blog; I came home to Mangatarem to imbibe the sweet nectar of nostalgia, the "tiki-tiki" of old age. Presently, I'm typing this message at an Internet Cafe along Zamora Street, the 2-km stretch of road which joins our parish church along the National Highway and our town cemetery in Bgy. Torre, along the road to Urbiztondo, Pangasinan.

In our high school days 48 years ago, we call Zamora "The Street of No Return". Let me give you a short backgrounder of Mangatarem. It sits on the crossroad of two cultures --- Ilocano and Pangasinan --- making Mangataremians generally fluent in both dialects. This attribute allows the Ilocano and Pangasinan translations of the English word "rat" to peacefully co-exist in the town peoples' minds. It is bounded in the south by San Clemente, Tarlac, a purely Ilocano town; in the east by Urbiztondo (purely Pangasinan), and in the north by Aguilar (purely Pangasinan). In the west lies the Zambales mountain range which serves as the province's "relief valve".

When Pangasinenses (mostly) get fed up with the present dispensation, they seek refuge here and live as non-entities with no permanent address. When their number grows, they spill over to Sta. Cruz, a town on the other side."Foreign" Easterners (from Urbiztondo and beyond) or Northerners (from Aguilar and beyond) are easily spotted where they're in town. I was told by a story of a "tahong" vendor from Binmaley (purely Pangasinan) who loudly advertises his merchandise in the public market one Sunday morning this way: "Gumatang kayon, tahong nagimas, saan pay nga nakaraman ti yelo". One scandalized Mangataremian immediately siddled up to him and whispered in Pangasinan: "Don't shout the words 'nagimas' and 'nakaraman' in public. In Mangatrem, those words can be erotic and titillating to the ear!" ---#

Hopefully SS will send more articles of local color written first hand in Mangatarem..:)

Friday, March 23, 2007

ON THE BEACH

During one of those lazy afternoons in our Hawaiian Holiday, we spent a few hours at the  Waikiki beach. On that after noon, we

..saw a free hula dance show under a huge Banyan tree..

 

..two hot babes asked me to have their photo taken ( my wife was beside me of course ).

THEN there was this surfer who brought his dog right out into the sea, and he was surfing with the pet..The dog seemed to enjoy riding on the surf board!

Check the following photos...

I do not think this blonde lady over looking the view was his wife..:)

 

 

Thursday, March 22, 2007

Dagupan or bust

visiting Dagupan in the '50s

 ( and beyond)

At a certain point in my childhood, I began to hate my hometown ( I was wrong of course ).

"This place is the pits, it is a swamp full of crocs, it is so boring!.."

So for sheer escapism,  every Friday, I always asked my Daddy then.."can we go to Dagupan tommorow?"

Since my dad always said YES to most requests from his children, we would wake up early the next day so we can spend lots of time in the city.

I frequently saw  movies with my dad in Dagupan. And  always, it is an action movie from Hollywood.

 After the movie, I would go a few doors away into a restaurant called SANITARY RESTAURANT. My Mom, going there for the first time said, "They should call this place UNSANITARY RESTAURANT." But my dad loved it. It is a greasepoon place, it has a certain appeal to certain people. Besides there was always free soup to whatever menu you ordered. We always ordered their PANCIT GUISADO then and my, I still could feel the taste of those noodles as I write.

Then came the day when I found that I can ride the Pantranco by myself and from that day on, I was a weekly visitor to this commercial center in Pangasinan sans my dad. That would cut the expenses, I supposed.

At that time, there were just 2 ways to go to Dagupan: The Binalonan Liner ( owned by ex mayor Guico, I heard ) on the same route as the Pantranco.  It was Asingan-Binalonan-Manaoag-San Jacinto-Mangaldan then Dagupan. It was a straight ride, no hassle in switching to another bus. Besides you can always flag the bus which passed by in front our house. On on your way back, you can always bang the side of the bus loudly for the driver to hear or scream: PARA!!!! Almost always, the bus would stop dead on in front of our house.

The other way, of course, is to take a jeep to Urdaneta. Then take either a bus or one of those mini busses to Dagupan. Those small busses are driven by speed maniacs who could traverse Urdaneta-Dagupan in 30 minutes! I always waited for the ride to go up the bridge at Sta. Barbara  because it was quite elevated and when it went down,  I felt like riding in a roller coaster. After Sta. Barbara is Calasiao and then you would know that Dagupan is already very near.

The first thing I would do is to check the posters pasted on the building walls. Each theatre would be plastering their ads in each conspicous place and Dagupan Theatre then seemed to be the one carrying the action movies: which was always a fare for 12 year-olds: something to brag to the other kids the following Monday in class.

After the movie would be lunch. Soon I found that there are other eateries in Dagupan aside from SANITARY. There was De Luxe, New Asia ( the pancit con caldo here is yummy!) and in the market area, you have the Eli Nito. The place is small but sealed tightly. That means you can eat your lunch safely without being bugged by those pesky houseflies.

Then in the afternoon I spent the remaining hours, walking about in Bugallon street. I visit the comic store ( Marigold or Agsalud's ) Or go to the lobbies of the other theatres there to check what is on for next Sunday. While walking I would be muching on the fried peanuts with garlic that the vendors sell on the sidewalk. They tasted good, even if the peanuts were there uncovered and exposed to the swirling dust on the sidewalk!

When the clock struck 3:00 pm, I know it is time to walk back to the Pantranco station. I have to catch the last trip to San Jose or Tayug that passed through Asingan.

Otherwise, man..It would be a long hike from wherever last town you are stuck in back to Asingan.--#

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

chocolates, anyone?

IN PRAISE OF CHOCOLATES

So I received this forward that said:

Can't eat Beef ......Mad cow 
  Can't eat chicken . bird flu 
   Can't eat eggs .. Salmonella 

Can't eat pork .. fears of trichinosis... 

I believe that leaves Chocolate!!!!!!!!

Indeed, there is nothing like the nerve soothing and mouth tickling taste of chocolates.

I became addicited to this brown stuff since I was a kid.

In Asingan, there was this corner store owned by a Chinese merchant ( named Monyang ) and as far as I remember I would always visit the place every time I receive some loose change from my dad. Because he was so kind and uncomplaining, I would also hit him for some coins almost every time I see anywhere in the house. Sometimes I justify my asking him money  by pulling his gray hair. One centavo per gray hair. After 20 hairs pulled, I would just say: "20 hairs, dad" Then he would give me 4 nickels ( called then as micol ) or 2 dimes ( diez). Frequently he did not even count the hair anymore because by that time, he was so sleepy. So he would just give me my money and I would run off to Monyang's store.

That place is Paradise then, as far as I am concerned. It has rows of the old fashioned glass jars all containing various mouth watering snacks. My favorite then was the jars with different brands of chocolates. These were US made even. At that time ( late '40s), inflation was not still so bad, so it was easy for US import  products to the Philippines.

So there was MILKY WAY by Mars. I must have eaten so much of this chocolate I would not know how I survived without it. And at that time it was only about 15 centavos. I also remember the Hersheys kisses, wrapped in foil. Most of the time, it was mixed with a locally made chocolate snack, shaped like Kisses, wrapped like Kisses, but after unwrapping it, you would find the color pale brown and it tasted mostly like ground peanuts.

They had also THREE MUSKEETERS or BOUNTY ( made with coconut filling ) , BABE RUTH, BUTTER FINGER, CHUCKLES and some other brands which are still available in the US. Thus each time I travel to the US, right in the US airport stores, I already start foraging for these brands while waiting for my connecting flight.

After a few years, I found out that the US chocolates dissapeared in Asingan. You have to go to Baguio, Dagupan or Manila in order to buy these delicacies. By then, I already lost most of my teeth because I hated going to the dentist for check ups. I just go when I felt a tooth aching and by that time, a big cavity have already grown in it, thanks to the chocolates.

Immigrating to Canada in the '70s was the most exciting trip I made. Only when I was already inside the Philippine Air Lines flight ( Manila - San Francisco ) that I discovered I had the fear for flying. Each time a turbulence shook the plane, I keep repeating the last prayer ( Prayer to say when you know you are about to die ). But I survived the long trip without losing my sanity.

So I arrived in Toronto. After waking up from a 2 hour nap on my first afternoon, I asked my sister if there are  stores nearby. She said, there was a small plaza just a 5 minute walk from our apartment. I went out with my brother on my first afternoon in Canada, walked to the store, and guess the first item I bought in Canada?

Right! A few bars of Hersheys chocolate. For some reasons, Milky Way, up to now, is not being sold in most Canadian stores. Otherwise, i could  have bought a whole box of it!---#

---victorio costes

 



 

an article from Ricky

In Memory of my Father

Justiniano Palcimon Tucay

January 01, 1920 – March 23, 1995

 

He jumped out of the house not minding the five steps of stairs, thrusting a bolo in one hand, facing heavenwards, challenging God himself. He had just learned that one of his sons had died of bronchial asthma attack. There was no time to say goodbye, no time to say he loved him, no time for anything but curse the heaven above.

 

My father barely had a fourth grade education but had the skills of a master and the know-how of a genius. He traveled across the northern provinces mindful of the heartaches he left at home, earning a hard and honest living to support the needs of his burgeoning family, which came first and foremost. Respect and family values were ingrained to his brood of nine, now eight, next came education, which came with a hefty price. He was a jack-of-all-trades and a man before his time. He pampered his family with a house he built himself, furnished it with furnitures he carved out of Narra, and ran indoor plumbing when there was none in our barrio, at least not for the likes of us. He was harsh on discipline as well. One look, the set of his lips, the tone of his voice made us kids hunker down to do our homework or went running doing our chores. But often, he would also have that look when the younger ones would gather around him or sit on his lap while he listened to his favorite radio station, our high tech entertainment.

Neighbors either respected him or were terrified by him, but they also knew to turn to him in their hour of need. His house was always open to all the manongs, manangs, and adings alike. He would call people from the street and feed them our food, which was almost never enough to begin with. He would loan his last peso even if it meant placating the nuns with our tuition bills. He had one pair of black pants, white long sleeved shirt, and a pair of shiny leather shoes, which he often loaned to graduating young men in need of ceremonial attire.

When he finally made it big and ended up acrossthe Pacific, his American dream was realized again through backbreaking labor. He cut lettuce, leased his own farm and grew peas, and through word of mouth was hired to do carpentry work. The proof of his diligence, determination, and bright mind came through as he passed and received his carpentry license with a fourth grade education to boot. His claim to fame was being one of the people responsible for building Vandenberg Air Force Base’s rocket launch facility back in the late seventies.

 

In the early mornings of Christmas days, when life in the barrio was much simpler, before our parents would take us to Misa de Gallo, my brothers, sisters, and I would race out of bed to find our knee socks hanging by our living room windows filled with the much sought after Tootsie Rolls, Curly Tops, Pop Rice, and loose change, and if we’ve been really, really good, a red shiny apple still wrapped in a tissue paper. Santa was never found out. My father was never one to take credit for anything. Ninoy simply did.---#

submitted by Ricky

Monday, March 19, 2007

feedbacks

Feedbacks and photos from Rain

On Sonny's article:

"my comment for sonny's article SPRINGTIME IN ASINGAN.....Rain is always a blessing from the sky..."

Good one, I think most people now know you more by the name RAIN  rather than by your real name, huh?-Vic

Yesterday, Rain attended a 3-hour seminar at the plush Fairmount Hotel in downtown Vancouver. During a break, she had some photos taken which she's sharing with us...

At a grand piano. Maybe she could have played something there, but the damned thing was locked!

 

RAIN'S close up...Posing in front of the SNOWFLAKES store...

Sunday, March 18, 2007

photos from Deedee

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If you want your kid's attention do not get them PSP2:)..a life saver that backfired on us..now we cannot get him to pay attention to us..

 

blurry but needed to take the opportunity before the show..inside the theatre before the start of the performance of the broadway musical Tarzan..
 
 
think we are wee bit too close to the stage...we were right on the first row before the stage..
 
 
 
 
Our future Nascar Champion!
 
 
 
 
 

an article from Sonny espejo

SPRING TIME IN ASINGAN

There is no spring season back in my hometown Asingan, Pangasinan but there is its equivalent – when life seems to be resurgent and suddenly asserts itself from the withered earth of the dry season.

During the sizzling months of March and April just after the mongo harvest, the fields of masicampo turns into a dustbowl where the only remaining signs of life are the toughest weeds in the tambakpuriket, cogon and talahib and the hardy tantandoc. And even these are burned in preparation for the next planting season. Seeing masicampo at this time of the year, it is hard to believe that it actually sustains the livelihood of the farming population of dupac and kalawagan. It's a sun-soaked place full of beige, stone-like lumps of soil called bingkol, with patches of scorched earth that seems to wave and dance in the intense heat of the April sun. As boys, masicampo at this time of year is a huge airfield for our homemade kites fashioned out of bamboo sticks and papel-de- hapon. We take our carabaos and cows further east towards the river banks and pasture them to some patches of land that remain verdant near the river. There, in places called Labak and Aragaag, our band of cousins and playmates would feast on damortis and lomboy which grew plentiful in the wild. We would hunt for spiders among the bushes and encased them inside matchboxes intricately partitioned with coconut leaves. During the day, the spiders are not on their webs but are hibernating inside some old leaves which they curl and tie around them. It's not easy to hunt for these cunning creatures if you don't have the wiles of a barrio boy. We would shade our eyes with one hand, crinkle them a little bit and look for the silvery thread which would glow from afar under the sun and test for its tensile strength like you would pluck a guitar string. The tighter these are, the more chances of bagging a fierce warrior. We would starve them in captivity for a day or two and then let them fight on the ribs of coconut leaves. These gladiatorial contests are a real spectacle in our childhood days. A UFC match would pale in comparison.

Butoverhead, the cirrus and the stratus clouds would unexpectedly give way to dark, rain laden  kind in one of the afternoons. And soon, the floodgates of heaven, amidst the claps of thunder and the fireworks in the nimbus-cumulus, would pour the first rains of May.

While the old folks would be scrambling to gather their sinampay or to bring in some firewood, we the little boys would strip to the waist and run wild under the copious outpour, basking in that large open-door shower – what a celebration it was. Pure, innocent and spontaneous eruption of joy and revelry!

As suddenly as it would begin, the rain would stop before dusk. The whole place would be pervaded by the refreshing smell of the still warm and smoking but newly drenched earth of Asingan. The scent is something wonderful and inimitable and remains  in my nostrils up to  the present. The night after the first outpour is totally magical. Gone is the hot and humid air of April. Out comes the inabel blanket from its lakasa storage, still quite stiff and raspy from all the rice starch. The cicada violins will be noticeably melodious this night doing a duet with the newly released frogs, lulling everyone to a deep and sweet slumber.

In the next morning, the sunshine would glow a little brighter perhaps because the air has been washed of its dust. The acacia, the bayabas, the kaimito and the mango trees would be radiant like their hairs have been shampooed and conditioned but also because their old and yellowed foliage now mats their feet. The gumamelas and bougainvellas and sampaguitas would glow from the moisture. The clumps of bamboos would seem to be harried and suffering from a few fallen comrades but give it a few more days and it would grow swords from the ground. Give it a few more days and everything would come back alive. Why, even that old madre-de-cacao fence post at the corner of the yard- long given up for dead- would sprout tiny little leaves. Even the bamboo legs of the fixed benches in our tambayan would be growing mushroom ears. The saluyot and the kalunay will reclaim their turfs. The open fields of Masicampo will be verdant again - putting golf courses to shame. Herbivores of all sizes would be dotting its wide expanse. The chickens would be extra frenzied scratching for the newly exposed wealth in the ground. From out of nowhere, thedodon, the kuriat, and the araarawan will be merrily starting their colonies.

Life has not gone, definitely. It merely hibernated and waited for the right moment. Now it has resurrected with a vengeance, thanks to the first rains of May. You couldn't pray for a more profound miracle than this! This is springtime in Asingan, by all means!

-Sonny Espejo

 

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NOTES by Vic Costes

mongo-a very common legume in the Philippines

Masicampo, Dupac & Calaoagan - well known parts of Asingan

lomboy-a kind of black berry

papel de hapon-very thin paper

inabel-woven

bayabas-guava

kaimito-star apple

saluyot, kalunay-popular Filipino veggies

dodon -locust

kuriat-cricket

ararawan-a kind of burrowing insect, smaller than the cricket

sinampay-clothes hung on the clothes line, usually made of wire

addendum

There are only 2 seasons in the Philippines: the rainy and the dry seasons.

Nov-April ( roughly ) comprises the dry season, the rest covers the rainy season. The hottest months ( at least in Asingan )are March and April and comes May, the rains start usually in the afternoon, to the relief of the townspeople.

May 1st is a unique day on Pangasinan, some people save the rain that comes down on this day. May 1st marks also the Pistay Dayat, (Feast of the Sea) and the whole sealine of Pangasinan is crowded with tourists who come to watch some fluvial activities: beauty queens parading on decorated boats, movie star guests and of course, family picnics...

In Asingan, in the '60s, there is a daily floral offering in church in honor of the Virgin Mary during the whole month of May..On the last Sunday of May, there is a procession of beauties commemorating Sta. Cruz de Mayo..There are Queens and Princesses plus their consorts.

But now a days do not be surprised if some of the beauties are not really women. Some Filipino cross dressers, when garbed to the hilt including layers of make up would really look like Hollywood movie stars!

Saturday, March 17, 2007

something to think about

a short lesson in astronomy..and pyschology

 

 

I certainly thought this was enlightening.

Beyond our sun ... It's a big universe.

At this scale, JUPITER is invisible..

At this scale, our SUN is already invisible...

 

Antares is the 15th brightest star in the sky.
It is more than 1000 light years away.

Now how big are you?

And how big are the things that upset you today?

Or, for that matter, the things that are important?

Keep life in perspective.

submitted by Nanci Lucey

 

 

comments from all over

Re:TREES by Joyce Kilmer

This is my favorite poem of all time. The very first poem i memorized when i was in grade 5, Asingan North Central School (1970). Extend my thanks to Yoli who shared this poem to your readers. Certainly it brings back and refresh faded memories of the past. The photo journals are excellent and amazing, only a professional can do.

Sammy D. Antonio

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From Ricky..

Hi Manong Vic, 

 I really did find DC by sheer accident. I googled puto recipe and pang.org came up. It was around the time when you guys were discussing "great leaders" I think. I didn't follow it regularly, but I would check in once in a while and would be amazed at this little cyber space community you guys had going..

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From V. de Leon

Nice poem.Yes.I love nature.So sweet to mingle with them.Soporific poem.
Thanks for sending,Vic.Good day.

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Thank you so much for sending this.It reminds me how limited words are to give us a mental picture of the universe.Indeed the earth is just a small dot in the universe.Now, how about the problems we encounter, indeed , how silly they are!!!.It reinforces the idea of a person I talked to.I asked him "Who is God?".he said"It is the sum total of all the forces.GOD is Force.Could he be technically correct.?These pictures are very enlightening-

Thanks for sending.

Van

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Vic,
Amazing universe.I never mentally pictured universe   this way.Very enlightening.indeed..It took away my headache literally at this moment.
Thanks.I printed it showed it to my kids.


VAN

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Friday, March 16, 2007

for flower garden lovers

The Flowers that Bloom in Spring

It is never too soon or too late to think of Spring. Here in Toronto, Old Man Winter is packing up his bags, ready to leave.This 3rd week of March has above zero predictions and just yesterday, March 14, it was a sunny day and most of the mini ice bergs in front of our house had almost dissapeared.That's the good news..

The bad news is that it uncovered all assorted kinds of debris, garbage including doggie droppings that hibernated in there during the whole winter long.

Welcome Spring from all Torontonians..!!

Here are photos from our garden's 2006 Spring flower Collection..:)

No captions; the photos will speak for themselves...

 

 

 

 

Thursday, March 15, 2007

for poetry lovers

Trees

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

 



A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

 



A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

 



A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

 



Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

 



Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree

 

By Joyce Kilmer1886-1918