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Monthly Archives: May 2011

Kagagaling ko lang ngayon sa baranggay hall dito sa amin. Meron kasing pa-bingo (for a cause) ang pinsan kong konsehal. Di sana ako pupunta pero narinig ko na pwera sa isang kaban na bigas na premyo sa unang bingo game ay merong digicam/videocam din na pwedeng mapanalunan sa blockout game(active listening skills in action). So nagpunta ako kasi inisip ko na “pag nanalo ako ng bigas ay pwede kong ibenta ng P1,500 para maidagdag ko sa pusta ko sa tatlong manok (breeding ko) na isasali ko sa 3-cock derby dito sa amin sa 25th at pagnanalo naman ako ng digicam/videocam ay magiging pinaka masaya akong tao sa amin dahil mabi-bidyo ko na rin sa wakas ang mga kawalang hiyaan ng mga kaibigan ko”. hehehe

Naisip ko rin na P30 lang naman ang isang bingo card at parang pangit naman kung di ko susuportahan ang pinsan ko sa hangarin nyang makatulong sa mga kapos dito sa amin.

Ayon, nagpunta nga ako.

Ayokong magpaka-plastik at sabihin sa inyo na nagpunta ako para makatulong kundi nagpunta ako doon para manalo, yun po ang totoo!

Pagdating ko sa venue at bibili na sana ako ng bingo card(actually, 300+ ang dala kong pera), sabi ng kalihim ng aming baranggay sa akin, “Jubert pira na card it im paliton?” (Jubert, ilang card ang bibilhin mo?) bigla akong napatigil at nag-isip. Sabi ko sa sarili ko, “kung uubusin ko ang pIra ko sa bingo card MAHIRAP kasi di naman sigurado na mananalo ako. Sa sabong nga na dalawa lang ang pag pipilian e mahirap pang manalo, ito pa kaya?” Atsaka ‘HELLO‘ ang hirap kayang mag bantay ng sampung bingo cards kung mag isa ka lang.” Kaya sabi ko sa kalihim ng aming baranggay ay bibili lang ako ng isa para pampalipas oras(kunwari).

Ayon, pagkatapos ng ilang minuto ay nagsimula na ang pa-bingo!

Sa totoo lang, excited kaya akong maglaro kasi sa katunayan ay di pa talaga ako nakakapag laro ng bingo at kung nakapaglaro man ako e baka toddler pako noon kaya nakalimutan ko na. (Okay talga ang blog kasi nakakapag sabi ka ng totoo, ano? hehehe) Pero syempre, di ko sinabi sa kanila yun na ‘virgin’ pako sa ganitong larangan kasi baka lokohin lang ako at pagtawanan ng mga hinayupak na mga kaibigan ko sa aming barangay.

So yun, nagsimula na nga ang laro.

Puro numero at nakakalokang adlib ang aking narinig na sa totoo naman e minsan nakakatawa rin. Sabi ko sa sarili ko, “Totoo nga at di ako inuuto(para magpunta) ng pinsan ko kanina ng sabihin nya sa akin na mag e enjoy ako!”

Nga pala, sa oras na yun e alam ko na ang mekaniks ng laro. Kailangan lang palang punuin yung mga numero na nasa card ko(Ay sus, ang dali lang naman pala! hehe)

Yung unang apat na nabunot ng anawnser e meron ako at para bang nagtakbuhan ang lahat ng daga sa loob ng dibdib ko! Sabi ko sa sarili ko, “Aba, e mukhang swerte nga!” (FAST FORWARD ang haba ng storya eh! hehehe)

Pero doon na talga ako NASARAPAN sa larong ‘BINGO’ noong ta-tatlo na lang ang kulang sa card ko at mapapa sa akin na ang digicam/videocam. Aaminin ko na sa mga panahon na ito ay medyo nangangati na rin ang aking mga kamay. Di pa naman namumuro PERO malapit na.

Mga anim pa na numero ang nabanggit kaso wala sa card ko ang mga lintik na numerong yun at biglang nagkagulo.

Sa totoo lang, akala ko kung ano na ang nangyari sa kanila. May naka BINGO na pala! hehehe

Sa banda ko ay meron din panghihinayang pero ano ang magagawa ko e natalo ang card ko?! Alangan naman na magwala ako doon!

Gawa na rin siguro ng panghihinayang atsaka sa inis ko na rin na tatlong numero na lang ang kulang e di ko na binalik ang bingo card at dali-dali akong umuwi ng walang paalam(di naman ako naiyak). Alam nyo kung bakit? Naisip ko kasi na i-share ang karanasan kong ito dito sa blog ko at ayoko rin na magtagal doon kasi baka makuha pa ang bingo card ko at makalimutan ko pa ang ideyang saksakan ng likot sa isip ko.

Two days ago, when I was driving on my way home something happened. A bunch of assh*les on a motorcycle overtook recklessly and I felt that they were not that sober after they gave me the “bird” (which was actually annoying). I could have pumped up the gas and bump them (to give them a dose of their own medicine) but I did not. I thank myself for attending the Sunday mass in which I’ve gained some wisdom. I reached home. No problem. I was actually planning to write the experience I had but I thought- it wasn’t worth it. Well, not until this morning..

April 13, 2011 9:00am

My buddy and I were inside my uncle’s old rice mill doing something (it’s not what you’re thinking so please, STOP!) and suddenly we heard this disturbing sound, about one million decibels.. If I were to describe it, it was like Mars colliding with our beloved Earth. We paused, looked at each other and proceeded with what we were doing…  After about two minutes, we decided to take our dose of carcinogen outside. There, things dawned on me that there was a vehicular accident (a motorcycle VS. a tricycle (let’s see who wins 🙂)- approximately 50 meters from my uncle’s rice mill) but I didn’t dare to care because I thought that it was not that serious. To tell you frankly, I even wished that it was the assh*le who gave me the “bird” few days back.

My buddy and I continued our little talk. After few minutes, there was total chaos. I remember hearing cries from an old woman. “Tabag, tabag, tabag!!!”  (a cry for help) I was like, “sh*t, this must be serious..” You know what, I’m not the type of a person who would interfere with other people’s affair but I just don’t know  what happened back there. I felt like there was something inside me that urged me to go to the scene. So, there I went.

With a cigarette on my left hand and a spare on my ear, I’ve witnessed the outcome of what recklessness can actually do and the ruins. I saw  the driver; broken everything and if you’d remove the flesh on his knee you’d have a 100-piece jigsaw puzzle. His wife was bleeding, it looked like somebody had just smashed a baseball bat on her head. Her left knee cap was almost hanging and the other fat lady with them broke her nose and some minor bruises.  On the other hand, surprisingly, the one who hit them, two of them were not that serious. For some reason, one of them even asked for a glass of water. I thought, “look what you’ve done and all you care now is your thirst!”

I was observing, calculating on who will have the best chance of dying. Two of them were. I said to myself, “Sh*t, the funeral homes nearby will once again earn some. well, at least two boxes will be needed!”

“God, I’ve once again sinned through my thoughts. Please, forgive me”

THE DAGGER

When I was already about 2 meters away from the driver, I intensely looked at his face and there- I was shocked! Man, it was one of my neighbors. I wasn’t able to recognize him for he was so pale (if I were to slit a razor blade on his lips it won’t probably bleed – that pale!!!), probably he was nervous or something similar to that effect and/or he freaked out realizing how serious his injuries were And I don’t even know if he was conscious or not. I don’t know, something rang inside my head that I asked the people in there if they’ve contacted the Brgy. Chairman for him to assist/facilitate the transport. I heard somebody saying, “they’re on their way to let him know” and I thought, “d*mn, that’s another 1 million kilometers and a zillion minutes for them to contact the chairman!”

I volunteered to transport them to the nearest hospital which is about 7 kilometers

With the help of some people, we lift them one by one to my truck and one thing I’ve noticed, it felt like they’ve doubled their weights. I was thinking that perhaps the woman, in her mid 50s, would only weigh about 110 lbs BUT when we were trying to lift her- it felt like she was 1 thousand pounds. Seriously, they were heavier than I thought.

I lit a cigarette and drove.

It was my first time driving injured people to a hospital. I was on ‘hazard lights’ on my way and people, by-standers that we passed by kept on looking at us. They probably thought that I was the one who hit them. At the back of my truck: 5 injured people (two were dead serious) and about 6 good souls who helped on lifting them. We reached the hospital .

They were rushed to that room (definitely not the delivery room and/or the ICU) were doctors, nurses would instantly apply some first aid. I heard the doctor saying “they must be rushed to Tacloban City”, and I concluded that the two which happens to be my neighbor were indeed serious.

FUNNY EXPERIENCE

While the nurses were applying first aid to the one with severe injuries and while I could see how in pain he was- his phone rang. Perhaps a friend or a relative texted him to say “kumusta” or “kailan mo babayaran ang utang mo?”. It doesn’t matter. The text message tone was “a voice of a somewhat cute baby saying “MUAHHH.. MUAHHH.. MUAHHH.. MUAHHH MUUUUAAAAHHHHHH” and I was like, “WTF!!!”

MY ODD SIGNS

  • Early this morning I woke up late(7am) which is so unusual for me because last night I planned to do something which requires me to get up early and I needed to wake up early and when I plan to wake up early- I wake up early! (just figure it out)
  • I kept on thinking of those m*th*rf*ck*rs who gave me the ‘bird’.
  • I felt like I was heavy waking up.

THE PRAYER

 “GOD, please let my two neighbors live..”


April 22, 2011 3PM

On one lazy afternoon, two hours ago, I was in front of our newly acquired 35-inch LED TV. Perhaps I was on a test mode or something because I haven’t spent too much time on it except of some pay per view events. AND I’m speaking of boxing events in here not ‘Ms. America’ pageant or something. Excitement was building up for I haven’t watched much (programs) over it because of the harvest season that required much of my time outside the house. I took my computer chair in my room (as I feel very comfortable sitting on it) and another sofa chair for my feet to rest and placed myself 10 feet in front of the said TV. I had some food and a glass of water with me while I was on search for something sensible to watch over the Bio(graphy) channel (Channel 36 on Cignal satellite TV) when the program that was currently playing was the one I hated to the core. So, I would call this one a BUMP!

PLAN # 2

I won’t let this glitch screw up everything!”, I said to myself. And so, I started looking for the remote control to give myself another chance. After all, there are many available channels to choose from and by this time, I was already eager to experience the things I heard from the maker’s advertisement regarding the product which was I should say, promising. Problem was – the remote control was missing. Feeling lazy to get up to just manually change the channels, I got my ass off the said PC chair and I started looking and just to put things on record – it was against my will. (Remember a time when you’ll have to change the channel manually? Like you’ll have to get up every time? If you’ve experienced this then we’re in parallel lines)

God, I was supposed to enjoy watching lives of people that I love BUT this remote control is trying to spoil things out for me!

I looked everywhere; under the chair, under the sala set, corner set, heck- I even checked my stomach thinking that I’ve swallowed it!

ARrrrGgggg!!!”

Feeling hopeless, I asked my buddy and my Nanay who was in the kitchen that time about the remote control and I said, “Nay, nakit-an mo ba an remote?” (Have you seen the RC, Mom?) and they almost simultaneously replied, “Waray!” (dagger!)

Feeling pissed and disappointed, I said to myself, “Ikaw na remote control ka, makapurungot ka na, hikit-an ka ngani nak adto ka gud puruta sa gawas!” (I’m going to throw you out of the window you f*cking remote control! )

AFTER LIKE 20 MILLION YEARS

With the help of my buddy, at last, the said remote control is in my hands now! My ears clapped, I was happy and fulfilled and I felt like I’ve just passed the exam to be the president of the world. Well, by the way, he (my buddy) found it in the fridge! Yeah, funny!

BUT this story is not about a remote control who ‘ran’ away from me and was found in the fridge.

BACK TO THE STORY

I was again in my favorite sit. Now, I have the pleasure of changing the channels all I want. The sad part was, there was nothing to watch that would satisfy my urge. I once again surfed.

I’ve surf and surfed until I saw mixed clips of poor people on monochrome. Things like you see in third world countries. I was intrigued and so I watch this documentary by Jessica Soho which was just starting. The Topic was Kidney transplant patients and its donors. At first, I was like, “I salute those people who’d give their kidney to save a human being!” 

Imagine the doctors would rip it all off your body and they’d probably use some knife that you’d see on TV shopping network. Sh*t, I won’t sell mine for a million! BUT for 10M? I’ll think about it! 😉

TRIVIA

There I learned that a human being can live with one kidney. So, why did God designed us to have a pair? Why? I thought, maybe God wants us to have a spare. Like what we do have in a car, a spare tire. Well, I really don’t know the medical reason of it but God is not like me and you who’d claim to be geniuses and so I continued watching.

Oh, before I proceed with this, let me just give you some points for you to see the complete picture of what’s really going on with this “Philippine kidneys for sale” business here in our country. These are the key players;

·         The poor pinoy – He’s the one who’d sell his kidney for P70,000. (Yes, you got it right! For only P70,000 you’ll have your dying kidney replaced. See? Now, you can abuse/do whatever you want with your kidney like drink some gasoline everyday JUST make sure that you have some money in your savings account(70K) plus an additional cash for hospital bills and medicines, no worries.

·         The broker – This one’s also a Filipino. He’s the person who’d spend 1000 hours every day in two to three hospitals trying to spot patients who are in need of a healthy kidney. (Say, your kidney now is useless and you already have the figure above (70k) + another 30 – 50K for his fee, he’s the one to contact and BANG you have a 25 year old fresh kidney. That simple. By the way, this dude hates to complicate things! “Kabilaan dito pare!”)

·         The Baranggay chairman – Hmmm it’s hard to give an adjective to this character (I’ll try my best) BUT he’s also a Filipino. A Baranggay chairman in Tondo, I forgot the name of this particular place but I know for a fact that it is one of the poorest. The broker and this Brgy. Official has a special bond. Let me explain further, the broker and this Brgy. Official has a special bond since the Baranggay chairman would serve as a recruitment agency. “Wow, parang papuntang Dubai lang!” The broker would tell him that “Boss, I need 5000 fresh kidneys now!” and he’d be the one to tell his constituents “Guys, I believe that you’re all suffering from this effing poverty. If you want 70K to start with a small sari-sari store and/or if you want your twisted face configured by Ms. Belo then just sign the paper and we’ll have your kidneys removed!” Wow, that’s what you call PUBLIC SERVICE.

·         The patient – This one is a Filipino or a foreigner with the figures stated above and is excited for his new kidney! I bet the excitement is like unpacking a new iphone from apple store!

BACK TO THE STORY (again)

As the documentary was rolling, drama filled the air. Tears fell down my face watching the interviews of these poor victims of poverty. I remember a poor donor who was about to have his spare kidney removed and probably, out of the thought of getting his kidney removed, this patient changed his mind and run away – only to find out that the police was already outside his house trying to force him to be operated for reasons that he has already signed the “contract” and IF he really doesn’t want to do it, I mean, to have his other kidney removed, he’ll have to pay for the hospital bills/money spent on check-ups done prior to the said operation. Imagine, the primary reason why these people would sell their ‘cleaners’ is MONEY – NOW, how the hell can he possibly pay for those damn bills?! This makes me think of how shameful Filipinos are! Call me lame, but I really thank God for giving us Manny Pacquiao and his accomplishments. At least, we have someone, as a Filipino to be proud of!

LIGHTER SIDE OF LIFE

The said documentary ended up with a somewhat love story. It involved a couple with the husband needing a kidney donor and his wife volunteered to have her kidney removed. Prior to the operation things were caught live on cam. The one that touched me the most was the line of his wife.

JS: Ano po yung masasabi nyo po sa asawa nyo na kukunin na ang inyong kidney para sa              kanya?

Wife: Ang masasabi ko lang(teary eyed) mahal na mahal ko sya at ngayon di lang puso ang binigay ko sa kanya noong kami ay magka asawa, ngayon pati na ang kidney ko…

NOTE:

“Waray” – is a Visayan term which means “wala” in Pilipino.

Waray – is the name of the dialect that we speak here in Leyte.

Bisaya- is the dialect that they speak in Cebu.