Monday, March 09, 2015

THE [REAL] SECRET LIFE OF WALTER MITTY

Walter Mitty is not Walter Mithoff.

Neither is he that "ordinary, often ineffectual person who indulges in fantastic daydreams of personal triumphs" which Wikipedia cited The American Heritage Dictionary to have defined.


Walter Mitty is in fact an Ilocano-Tagalog born in Bambang, Nueva Vizcaya some 45 years ago.


And he was first named Super Lolo for his seeming penchant for unmatched segunda manos, not because he liked it but because he had no other choice then, before jersey No. 6 of the legendary Jawo-era Ginebra San Miguel bad boys transformed him to the infamous Ampalayo whose fondness for the Holy Smoke and rustling free ranging poultry eclipsed the only two points he scored in an amateur basketball league, thus ostracizing him from those who determined what's right from the wrongness of it all.


In Hogwarts, Walter Mitty metamorphosed into Kimat T. Amianan who wrote poetry for an unrequited love, sometimes plagiarizing a line or two, and whoring left and right as the Sons of Lam-ang battled the Triskelion Knights and the ghosts of his sad story.


Thus was begotten Bertong Langis of the Kingdom of Pee who chased shadows until daybreak, gorging on tons of kapal muks and crispy pata and chicharong bulaklak which earned him his name and the stones now swimming inside him, until he reluctantly and then happily retired from it all.

Today, the real Walter Mitty is nameless.


He likes to lunch on sashimi at Dad's and recently Sambokojin, and prefers to wash down his lugaw and tokwa't baboy with ice cold Mountain Dew.




Walter Mitty, aka xxxxxxxx xxxxxxx of the present day, also enjoy watching the sun rise as he goes on chasing shadows with Ariel [Marana] [Carlo] Guieb [Ryan] Tangilig.  



Because he who was born and raised in Bambang prefer to play hide-and-seek with the sun in the uncertain trails of the of the mountains, detesting the boring predictability of the flat lands, regardless of the places where Major Tom took his protein pills and wore his shirts...    

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