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Remembering Ninoy inside the Jeepney
For the nth (was it second or third?) time, I was caught inside a jeepney with not enough coins, except for 500 peso bills. It was really stupid of me! I could have checked for coins and smaller bills before hitting the jeepney. Or I could have flagged down a taxi, instead.
Thank God, a savior came with her five 100-peso bills. That was kind of a relief. If not for that, I could have gotten a free ride, which I did once (or many times?) when I left my wallet.
How I wish I have so many “Ninoy’s” in my wallet! It would then be “keep the change” for me. No worries.
500 peso bills (c) flickr: martindabu
Q: What would you do if you found out that all you have is a 500 peso bill while you were in a jeepney ride for 8 pesos?
a. Tell the jeepney driver the truth as you hand him your fare. Keep your fingers crossed and be prepared to be cursed by the driver. The chance that he has a change, though, is very least.
b. Keep silent and pretend as if you already made your fare. If the driver (or the conductor) calls your attention, tell him that you already paid. If not, look for other choices.
c. Ask the driver if he has a change to your bill. So as to avoid being condemned by the driver. If he has none, then think of options again.
d. Give the driver your money and forget the change. Really?
e. Disembark immediately even if the jeepney is still running. Be sure your cellphone is ready to call the ambulance.
f. Ask (kindly or not) other passengers to pay for your fare. Alms for the poor rich.
g. If you know you won’t be able to pay, just “bark” for new passengers to the jeepney. “Lili! Colon! Carbon!!!”
h. Ask the driver for his route. Then, after hearing his reply, tell him that you made a mistake. Disembark immediately.
i. Wait for some friend to save you. A one-in-a-million chance. While waiting, think of other ways.
j. Sing “Merry Christmas” to the driver. “And a Happy New Year”. Chances would be, other co-passengers would give you coins.
Irreplaceable
To the left. To the left.
That goes the introduction of one of Beyonce hits, which was introduced to us by Daizuke, though indirectly, from his “divalicious” playlist in the office. Those lines, I think, is more famous than the title itself. Funny it is, some people are only caught by those lines (a case which happens to any song, especially when the title is not found in the lyrics — say, Simple Plan’s “Untitled”).
This song was featured on Studio 23’s Break the Bank as one of the questions. The given clue was IRRE______ABLE; the song was also played on the background and more clues were given by the game show host, Mo Twister. I thought it was one of the easiest question for everybody, but I was so damn wrong. Contestants answers were IRRESISTABLE and IRRESEPARABLE. How could they missed the chance for a hundred thousand pesosesoses and tickets for Beyonce’s concert! (I bet *magningning* si Daizuke for those tickets ;)) I also heard someone in the background said, “To the left”. Dang! I left the channel without knowing if somebody had figured out the title. 
Oh Carol! pt. 2
Part 1 here.
Two kids clung onto the same 15-minute trip I took homebound. Their other hands rocked their improvised rattles of flattened soda crowns as they sang their favorite Christmas song I presumed.
Their carolling continued, expecting someone would hand some alms, but nobody dared to care and share for early Christmas gifts. The two brats just went on with their rattling and singing to tunes I tried not to decipher. But I was so intrigue I involuntarily focused my hearing to them as if I was in a contest of Name-That-Tune.
I could have burst into laughter the moment I found out what they had been singing. The other fellow sang the famous “Christmas in Our Hearts”, and the other one, “Narda by Kamikazee.”
“Awit na nananawagan, baka sakaling may pakikinggan…”
“Anthem of His Dying Day”
A boxing match (mostly international) has grown to be more exciting and entertaining. Aside from the duel of the pair of red gloves, nationalistic pride commences every boxing event with the vocal rendition of each boxer’s national anthem, generously sung by professionals like that in a grandiose singing contest. In every tournament, the boxers are not the only people in constant training; those singers, too, rehearse and vocalize for that few minutes of international fame, and sometimes, shame.
It’s really a shame if you dont meet people’s expections because you just failed to reach the notes a fret higher (maybe because you were so shaky before the international crowd). Worse thing can happen, too, when Alzheimer’s steal your memory, resulting you to jump off to the last line of the song to end that invasion happening in your grey matter.
I think Christian Bautista, Asia’s Pop Idol, got goosebumps and was horrified after his rendition of the Philippine National Anthem at an exhibition match between Gerry Penalosa and Bernabe Concepcion. How could he have murdered the last two lines of the Lupang Hinirang? Filipinos may understand his explanations and excuses but the shame is already done. LOL! And I cant help it to LMAO.
For you, pinoys, here’s the national anthem for your review.
Oh, Carol!
It’s nice to start the late morning over a cup of vanilla-flavored coffee while I toweled myself to dry and checking for new text messages. I got a Sunday feeling on a Thursday because of Mandaue Charter, which made it a no-work-no-pay to my subordinates. Too bad!
Then there was a guitar intro like some soundtrack for a next movie scene. I knew Christmas would start as early as September. But this guitarist sans opportunist couldn’t wait until Saturday. Not a later, he then begged for some donation after a few random strokes on his stringed instrument that created a unique melody an amateur musician would appreciate. He waited for some grace and he kept on yelling and knocking the door with his plucking while I kept on texting my friend who was in the office doing some free overtime work. Because nobody in the apartment dared to get to the doorstep, the “beggar” left empty-handed with “strings attached”.
Unsurprisingly, Christmas is a not a new season for this kind of modus operande…
Pop-parap-pap-f*ck
After the hunger devoured a double cheeseburger and a sundae, the thirst wanted me to pee as soon as it would be quenched.
So I sang VIVA to the cashier in a happy-meal mood.
He said, “Dine in?”
I went obnoxiously speechless…
Aside from the fact that it costed double the suggested retail price…
