462nd blbg … tbak tbak sa buhay ni pinga … parasapinga!

we watched the noontime television shows, palipat-lipat sa 8 at 12 ng skycable na nag-advertise ng eklat na gold at platinum pero wala namang area capacity, kaya naunsiyami ang gusto ng misis ko …

inis ako sa bastos na si willie kaya lipat na lang kay joey na bastos din, pero ngayon kina vic, jose, at paolo na lang ako natutuwa kaya lang mawawala rin silang lahat katulad ko, so please be careful with your hearts guys …

at pag nainis na naman at makalusot, punta naman ako sa boksing, ufc, national geographics, discovery o history channel at namumulot ako ng mga dunong na hindi ko makita kina willie, koring at kris, heheheh!

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ganoon lang ang buhay … kapag inis, umalis, pero sa skycable, hindi kami makaalis hanggat wala pang mas reliable at matinong cable service provider…

at about 3:00 p.m., we decided to take a walk from home to tiendesitas and back, as a form of exercise, instead of enduring fx or any taxi to commute…

it was supposed to be an afternoon walking delight, a slight drizzle or little rain, no sun yet, we brought an umbrella just in case the rain really pours …

i put on a black beach short with tangerine stripe on its side, and an old printed long sleeved shirt over my colored orange sando, katerno kuno ng rubber shoes para mabilis akong makagalaw, plus a yellow baseball cap for my head, laban sa sipon, kaya kitang-kita nila ako kahit malayo.

my wife protested saying said that I should change my shoes to tsinelas, so I did, but not only that, nagsuot na rin ako ng pantalon, para hindi naman alangan sa kanya’ who was so smart in her dress …

mas disente siguro ang tsinelas sa gomang sapatos saking palagay para bumagay sa kanyang majestic na porma.

our journey to another tranquil afternoon began when we got out of our worn-out red gate and decided to take the left direction going to sandoval, the bridge that was not there before …

i remember this route that i took a few years back the first time i experienced the attack of vertigo under the overpass at C-5 going to rosadyo as pronounced during my younger years, isang madaling araw sa buhay ko noon, stroke na pala yun.

i still remember the mornings when I would briskly walk on the well paved inside road along C5 when the development in the area was still in their early stage …

when ortigas road was still being paved to block the flow of water along the creek known as marquina fault, when ortigas was in its final stage of owning the ancient daang-hari of our maginoong taga-ilog …

i knew then that sooner or later a gargantuan flood will arise somewhere in the area, dahil sa mga kamkaman nina quezon at ortigas sa lupang payatas of our tagalog noblemen …

it was safer then, no traffic, compared to now … this was really before the 3rd? stroke i suffered that confined me to cardinal santos hospital for about a week ….

then transferred to san juan medical hospital of erap because of financial restraints while my wife was in london doing the role of a “nanny” for our own three grandchildren …

natiyempuhan namin si donya mary doon na nagpapahinga … na sa tingin ko,  ni hindi alam ng donya na pinalitan ng mga ninuno niya ang pinga nila at ginawang marcelo, pero ok lang, yumaman naman sina erap na naging presidente pa, gaya ni romulo na pena naman ang ginaya ng angkan niya sa ina …

only to be bothered again by the acute peptic ulcer due to medication drugs lodged in my stomach since the stroke ….

to cut the time and get rid of my alibis, i will just confess that those were really the results of long years of “happy hours” spent in makati, kalookan, pasig and numerous far-flung islands   …

as far as surigao, cebu, davao, iloilo, zamboanga, palawan,  baguio and several islands and places beyond,            boozing to the wee hours of extremely glorious sleepless nights of escapades ….

so, we started the slow and well calculated steps, passing by the old allied thread compound and kermak that was longer there, as we turned left to the sandoval bridge …

like a dancing walk, skipping and hopping, keeping our line na parang in tandem, on the sidewalk littered by parked tricycles, cars, vans and name it we have it,  along dsaa na dating juan luna, to avoid accident that was always there …

we were hoping that luck would be on our side, that it would continue to be a rainless afternoon without bumps, slides or anything until we reach our destination …

upon reaching the bridge, the rain started to fall and we decided to go on silently, unmindful of the ambon, as we whiled our time looking down the wawa river that now people know as marikina …

with the small umbrella on top between us we looked down the river and focused our eyes to our backyard site by the river on the left, mga puno lamang ng kawayan at mga itinanim kong bangkal ang nakita namin …

waterlilies na hindi maanud-anod dahil inihahandang pamahayanan ng mga lamok, at nakausling baybay ng ilog na pilit tinatambakan ng basura ng aming kapitbahay para maging kanila …

pati nga ang rooftop ng building namin na hindi matapus-tapos ni hindi namin maaninag sa dami ng puno sa gilid ng ilog … hindi naman pala talagang kailangan ang mga riprough na mga pader o bagong kalsada para hindi gumuho ang lupa sa gilid ng ilog …

kailangan lang tamnan ng mga punong matitibay sa baha at hukayin ang ilog para umanod ang mga waterlily,  iyon lang at ayos na, ecology friendly pa …

wala pang iintindihing 10% para sa mga pulitikong kaya lamang pumasok sa pulitika ay para lang kumotong sa mga proyekto ng gobyerno na tinatawa nilang pork …

malapit na kaming bumaba ng tulay, naisip namin na sumakay na lamang sa jeep-ugong na papunta sa pasig dahil daraan naman ito ng C-5 …

at the waiting shed by the corner of eagle street, i noticed a guy standing by my side rushing to the left far corner and discreetly positioned himself to pee making me wonder about the use of the urinal just across street …

the jeep came in time as I continued my mental exercise searching for a reason why the guy urinated in a place behind the bush denying himself the comforting smell of the urinal stand …

ah, maybe he was not a mmda or bf fan at all, and that is a way of showing his personal campaign against politicians who littered the roads with their propaganda photos come elections …

we alighted at the other side of C-5, hipped and hopped tiptoeing on the wet asphalt street till we reached the cemented sidewalk, guiding our way on the street to the sheltered comfort room with a sighed relief …

not yet pala, kailangan ko rin palang pumasok ng toilet to sigh a relief, pagkatapos, lumakad na kaming muli, magkasunod habang patingin-tingin sa mga paninda, nagtitinda at pag-usyoso sa mga binebentang aso sa tiendesitas …

habang ipinapagpag ko ang pantalon kong basang-basa, hindi sa ihi,  pero sa ulan kaya nga ipinapadyak ang mga paa para matuyo ng kaunti ang basang tsinelas na lumubog sa baha.

inside the pavillon area, we took a table to sit and rest, and reminisce for a while; inorder kaagad ni misis ang paborito niyang pansit luglog, masarap, mura pa at kasya sa aming dalawa …

ako, umorder ng kape para naman hindi sumama ang loob ng waitress doon sa mesang pinag-iwanan namin ng isang paper cup ng ininom naming yogurt na hindi sa kanya binili, tapos sa ibang puwesto pa kami umorder ng pagkain …

habang kumakain at nagkakape, nakapag-isip-isip na naman ako … kung may kotse lang kami, hindi kami magtitiyagang mabasa ng ulan, lumakad sa baha, sumakay ng jeep o tricycle, taxi o fx, para lang makakita ng taong umiihi sa daan …

nangingiti na lang ako habang nagmumuni-muni dahil alam kong may mga taong nag-iisip na malungkot kami dahil wala na kaming sasakyan gaya rin nila …

hindi nila alam na blessing in disguise ito para sa akin dahil ito lamang ang paraan para ko maranasan iyong mga hindi ko masyadong natikman noong mga araw na sagana …

everytime we ride a taxi, i always take the leisure of asking the driver the same set of questions and comments: okey ba ang takbo ng taxi mo, lpg ang gamit mo ano, matipid ba talaga …

ilang percent ang mura kumpara sa gas, ano mas mahusay, macro o naiyads, me problema ba sa hose, kasi balak kong iconvert sa lpg yung mazda ko (kahit wala na) kasi ang mahal ang gasolina …

finished or not finished, paglapit sa babaan namin, tapos na rin ang usapan namin ng driver … ganoon palagi,              kaya natatawa na lang siguro si misis habang sinisimulan ko na at tinatapos ang usapan namin ng taxi driver …

ang buhay ay ganon lang, sadyang ganyan, palaging umaasa na sa susunod na pagkakataon ay masasakyan ko ulit ang taksi para maituloy o matapos ang kuwento ko sa driver na laging bitin sa alanganin …

pero, hindi pa rin ako makatiyempo-tiyempo ng milagro …

this time, we were not riding a taxi, and i had no other to listen to my nonsense, and I would not touch on the lpg with my wife, dahil kabisado na niya ang sasabihin ko …

nasa tiendesitas lang kami at umuupo ng upong mayaman, at pagkatapos makapagkape, tuloy kami sa paglalakad papuntang hypermart …

bumili uli kami ng murang prutas bago bumaba para maglakad uli sa c-5 papunta sa overpass patawid ng highway, kase nahihiya nako sa libreng masahe ng silyang de kutson sa mall …

dahan-dahan lamang ang pag-akyat sa hagdanan ng overpass, ingat na ingat sa bawat hakbang dahil mahaba-haba na rin ang aming nilakad …

at ng kami ay nasa itaas na, gusto na namang makialam sa akin ni vertigo … naliyo, nahilo at naramdaman ang pag-inog na parang nagpapaikot sa katawan ko, ramdam na ramdam ko ang galaw ng mundo …

dulot siguro ng yanig ng tulay na bakal ng overpass dahil sa lakas ng hangin at daan ng mga sasakyan, kaunting tigil konting pahinga habang kunwari ay naglilibang-libang sa pagtanaw sa hypertmart na aming pinanggalingan;

siempre, tinanaw ko rin ang lugar ng max restaurant na kinainan namin nina raem at mga alaya, with their mom and dad na mga abogada at abogado before their flight back to SG …

naka camouflage jacket ako noon at buggy short pants on a pair of rubber shoes, nakasombrero rin ng camouflage to complete my attire para umiwas ang mga holdaper sa aming paglalakad ng mga dalawang kilometro mula sa bahay at pabalik …

looking down the footbridge over C-5, I saw a number of people peeping into a large glass window across the street to see the chevrolet car displays …

i knew these were only mansized photos of people supposedly admiring the cars inside, pero sa akin parang totoo silang tao dahil sa aking pagkaliyo …

we went inside the showroom and talked to the salestalking lady who was offering their new 1.0 engine spark, a real gas miser, which was not on display yet …

nagtanong ako ng hydrogen o water-fueled car kung meron sila, na alam ko namang wala, para hindi mahalata na gusto ko lang ang aircon nila at hindi masayang ang pagpasok ko sa malamig na showroom …

i remember the vans and cars we used and owned in the past, an owner type jeep that i was about to own then from my eldest brother if the custom built antique car with simca engine caught my fancy …

brand new corolla sedan, brand new ford laser sedan, brand new mitsubishi lancer, brand new kia pride, brand new mitsubishi van L-300, brand new mitsubishi van space gear, a honda civic car …

a mazda 1.6 second hand car which i hoped not to be the last na napunta sa iba after more than 1 and a half years of service …

that was the car I used to drive bringing 3 london kids to and from montessori and kumon schools and other places in metro manila, as a glorified driver …

not to mention of course the suzuki, honda and yamaha motorcycles I used to own and drive in my lonesome times in far flung hills and roads of the ancient lalawigan of kalilaya, kumintang and mabunga.

at iyon nga palang shimano racer bike na ubod ng gaang, which I used sparingly and briefly pag merong time, pero pinahiram ko lang isang bobong trabahador na hindi marunong magsoli …

sayang, binibili sana ng isang elita yung huling kotse para magamit naman namin para sa amin kapag wala na ang tatlong bata, pero wala naman siyang pera, kaya ayun, iba ang nakinabang …

okey lang naman kasi hindi rin namin magagamit, ngayon pang ginto na ang gasolina pero nangako naman siya na reregaluhan kami ng bagong car pagtama niya sa lotto …

kaya lang hindi niya alam na uunahan ko siya sa pagtaya para kami ang manalo at makapagregalo ng mga kotse sa kanilang dalawa, hindi ba mas maganda? pero hanggang ngayon hindi pa kami tumatama …

at the foot bridge we stood for a while to watch the flow of traffic below, but the real reason was to catch my breathe after the agonizing steps i took in climbing the stairs …

like my last climb to the peak of the mount banahaw that i conquered in my mind … i really did in spite of age predicament, so many mountains that I descended and ascended when I was younger that made my personal life wealthier than most …

my reminiscing kept flashing back and forth the memories in my soon to be senile mind … the manpower agency with a more than thousand contract workers including the long list of promo girls, salesladies, merchandisers, factory workers in our payroll …

the computer shops and internet cafe, the pharmacy with full time pharmacist, sellers and cashier,  beauty shop and salon for men, a bakery and convenience store, three fish cages and a small farm somewhere in a hill overlooking laguna bay …

and of course, the ponzi scheme of mateo and rose balajadia of multitel into which my wife was lured by a rich kumare to my great dismay.

it was about 5:00 when we reached the boat, after passing thru narrow alleys and streets of ugong and seeing the small entrance across the chapel …

we inched our way down to the river bank and waited for the banca to arrive, and again I saw the silhouette of the unfinished building across the river …

my resting place for retirement free from the noise of the roads, pedestrians and motor vehicles, away from unwanted intrusions from anyone, a life devoid of intrigues and wagging tongues, a simple life of peace and tranquility and joy …

noong unang panahon, ang mga bangka ay gawa sa kahoy o kawayan, ngayon hindi na, gawa na sa fiberglass, mas matibay daw, hindi nabubulok …

kaya nga naalala ko pa ang mahabang bangka na inuwi ko mula sa halayhayin kasama ang 8 caballos na motor … ginamit ito para sa pagbisita sa tatlong fish cages namin noon sa lawa, na hindi naman nagtagal kasi nga hindi ko naasikasong     i-maintain ng tama …

gaya ng salon sa bambang na pinuhunanan namin pero ng nag-ar-o-i oi after a year ay ginusto ng nagpapaupa na sila nalang ang magnegosyo, kaya naman nilayasan ko, kapag hindi matiis, umalis! …

pag bumabaha noon, siempre lumulubog ang bangka, eh hindi ko naman kayang mag-isang asikasuhin, kaya ipinamigay ko na lang yung motor, pinadala ko sa asawa ng katulong naming bisaya sa laoang, samar …

na pinagsisihan ko dahil sa paninira niya sa aming pamilya kaya sinabihan ko na makakarma din kayo, kaya nga eto ngayon, binagyo at natsunami silang lahat;

at yung mismong motor ng bangka na ipinamigay ko rin sa isang pamilya bisaya na hindi hindi man lang nagpapakita para magpasalamat  … ewan ko kung ano na ang mangyayari kung gantihan din sila ng tadhana …

going back to where i digressed, the banca stopped at the small pier, naks pa pier pier pa, at the back of the maybunga barangay building, and we climbed the stairs to reach the road going back to our residence …

our journey was exhilarating time and again because I have done it many times in the past, like walking to and from rhs during high school days after practice time with the brass band on daily basis.

it was not the same place in my childhood or even before that when it was still the domain of the replica of our pinga ancestor that was enshrined in a chapel, shrine or temple as anito that later on was erased by stella maris road …

and the location was transformed from sambahan to simbahan of the intruders which posted a replica of their saint named san antonio abad, at sinabi pang sila mismo ang gumawa ng gusaling bato  …

i looked back at the direction of the river to the west and i could not help but wonder if the place really was the home of our forefathers who were claimed by true but few historians as the tagalog nobility or “maginoo” of the long forgotten past …

from now on, i will try to remember the things I have done before and more! like owning a manpower agency for laundry factory workers, promo girls and mall merchandisers all over the country …

a decent grooming pad for men and women with bading staff, a botica with more than a million peso inventory, fish cages in a lake with “pahulugan” on the side, the pyramid scam which was a debacle of our own waterloo, titled subdivision lots, and so on and so forth …

golfing sprees, tournaments complete with trophies and give-aways when I was still an employee, chartering of single-engine six-seater plane for work and pleasure with golf buddies and friends …

duckpin bowling almost every night, and 10-pin bowling that I tried in the conferences in palawan, iloilo and manila for a lions club, riding a yatch in visiting a number of islands …..

climbing the peaks of the mountains in luzon, visayas, and mindanao, trekking, spelanking, biking and motorcycling the jungles and boondocks of bataan, zambales, bulacan, pampanga, nueva vizcaya, aurora, quezon, laguna, rizal, cavite, batangas …

and places in the bicol area like caramoran, cobo and pandan ni catanduanes , and other small things and tidbits in my inventory of memories, and I cannot forget the archipelagic hopping trips from islands to islands …

and I still hear the shots from the thousands of rounds I fired with my berreta 9mm while honing my firing skills in a private range owned by my kumpare somewhere in baras …

i actually and practically walked the nooks and corners of the islands mentioned in my blogs in our parasapinga multiply site which now are part of my hidden and lost wealth …

and now, myself is also lost in this never ending blogs which could be the last of my episodes, and small other things worth remembering …

the names that I nurtured … daisy, moolah, capri, ella 1, kimbel, ella 2, hershe, kumag, dida, bayani!  they were the beagle, lhasa apso, japanese spitz, mini pincher, askal dogs, and now, a very small choco-nut chihuahua from mexico …

and now again, the siete infantes de chihuahua, my most trusted friends and companions, with trudis my favorite, the intelligent and playful black labrador that died before he could be mated for her breed.

maybe, I am missing a few things in my inventory, but on second thoughts, there might be reasons why baggages must be unloaded or at least lessened as I travel more in my private time space …

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