Saturday, July 19, 2014

SI GESU / ANG PANSIT NG MGA NANGAWALA AT NASALANTA

Ganun na nga.

Naubos ang Fundador at mga beer na binili nina Pareng Dante at Eboy, napagkamalan kong paramdam ni Boss Joey ang Baygon na ini-spray ni Quachin, at natalo ako ng P400 sa bating. 

Nakapagsara pa naman kami ng pulong kinabukasan kahit brownout.

At pinilit na makauwi dahil wala na akong isusuot na brief kinabukasan.

Ganun na nga ulit.

Kinabukasan ay nasa Ateneo naman ako at naghintay ng mga kakumperensiya.

Kasi nga, mabilis ang naging takbo namin

O mas maikli talaga ang biyahe sa mga expressway.

Puede ding maaga lang talaga kaming lumarga.

Whatever, may isang oras akong espasyo para pasyalan ang simbahan ni Gesu sa Ateneo na matagal ko nang planong gawin. 

Ang siste, di ko dala ang pangsimbahan kong kamera. 



Ganun na din 'yun. 

Kahit na nasalag ang panawagan kong "Resign all!" at kailangan naming iwanang mag-isa si N sa pag-upak kay L. 

Nagiging maligalig na ang mundo ng mga nangawala at nasalanta. 

Sa dulo, masarap ang inihaing pansit ni Usec Fred pero nasapawan ito ng inahing isang bandehadong sashimi, isang bilaong sushi, isang palangganang sugpo, at isang wataw ng inihaw na malasuge sa aming hapunan.



Ala-una na ng madaling araw ako nakabalik sa Nueva ecija.

Ganun talaga yun.

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

STD AT ANG PAGDATING NI GLENDA

Ang STD ay para sa bayan ng Sto. Domingo.

Katulad ng SCM para sa Science City of Munoz at SJC para sa San Jose City.

Ganyan ko sila isinusulat sa aking mga monthly report para makatipid ng panahon sa pagtitipa na mukhang nakuha naman na ng aming PME.

"Maglalakad muna ako papuntang STD," ang paalam ko para masunog ang limang bote ng San Mig Lights na nainom kagabi nang hindi na dumagdag pa sa mga nag-uumpugan kong mga bato sa apdo.

Sa totoo lang, matagal ko nang plano na ma-update ang mga kuha ko sa Simbahan ni Sto. Domingo noong kapanahunan pa ng aking unang point-and-shoot camera.

Kaya ayan, nagpityur-pityur ulit ako ng simbahan.






Bukas ay sa simbahan naman sana ng San Francisco del Monte ako maglalakad.

Pero dumating si Pareng Dante na nagpabili ng isang bote ng Fundador na dinagdagan ni Pare Eboy ng anim na Pilsen, anim na Lights, at dalawang Red Horse.

Sumunod na dumating ang umaalulong na si Glenda kaya nagsumpahan na lamang kaming mga tiga probinsiya na magkitakita taon-taon kahit wala na kami sa PRRM.

Thursday, June 19, 2014

vAn GOGh-ed

Van Gogh came after the the lingering aftertaste of my first Dutch pancake breakfast had faded and the uncertainty of feeling the tram service had settled. 

[Did he also have tiramisu melting over rivulets of thick syrup that folded like an orgasm with each morsel of a crusty pancake, and lost his cap too as he transferred seats in the tram of his day?]





And he came bigger than the overblown versions of the sunflowers he painted in Arles, and louder than the colors of the bedroom of 1888.

Six years ago in San Francisco, I stood face to face with the swirling shades of blue of a starry night that I thought was a painter's interpretation of how Lucy in the skies with diamonds would look, awed at the name behind the painting, mesmerized why what to me would be more of an amateur's work can draw so much emotion, transfixed by the failure of the mind to explain that strange sudden burst of a funny feeling, but somehow understanding why James Taylor wrote a song about him and the painting.

But the crows in the wheat field in Amsterdam was more unforgiving as I stood helpless before it, inebriated by my inadequacy to confront the birds as they came after me, intoxicated by the random strokes of a wheat field and a road whose seeming crudeness connected the simplicity of the subjects in the frame to produce a complex masterpiece that speaks more to the heart than to the mind.

And that strange funny feeling again, but more intense, and the euphoria of understanding not as I cried... 





It was only late morning but I was tired.

The Rijksmuseum and its trove of Dutch classics was supposed to be next but I was suddenly not too excited with Rembrandt.

Besides, I was sure though that Rembrandt will be more of a curiosity and the bragging rights that will come with it.

So I passed.





I thought the Amsterdam Museum looked more like a cafe than what it claims to be. 

So I passed too, hopping from one tram to another, grabbing a coke and Dutch fries for lunch, in a discreet hunt for the WC sign, until the spires of the Western Church announced that I was about to arrive at the Anne Frank House.

But Van Gogh is too much for one day and I might not be able to survive another sad story.

I took note of the long queue and made it my alibi to call it a day.