Showing posts from May, 2007

Pray for the sick

I needed the reminder. Yesterday my mother came home from work looking stressed out. She'd been to one of her patients who was—and probably still is—struggling for dear life. The man came to her days ago to have his tooth extracted. Nanay noticed that his throat was swollen and about half his face paralyzed. The infection caused by the tooth abscess may have caused these. Without tubes attached to his nose, he couldn't breathe. The paralysis was spreading rapidly throughout his body. The antibiotics were his last hope. It wouldn't have gone that far had the man come for treatment earlier. But he was poor. Obtaining a few pesos to pay for the long jeepney ride was hard for him, let alone getting the payment for cheap medicine. “How old is he?” I asked Nanay. The answer shocked me: 28 years old. He hasn't even reached 30, and he was facing the prospect of an early death. Nanay gathered us at the dining table to pray for him. That's the most significant thing we could

Eye candy

1. The Autumn of the Patriarch by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. It's a complicated piece: sentences run wild, spanning pages upon pages, and quotation marks are never used, general sir. Arguably one of Marquez's most ambitious works, it reveals how absolute power can corrupt absolutely. Thanks for the book, Dianne! 2. Short Stories of Guy De Maupassant. The copy Kuya John lent me is so old you can tear the pages by blowing. I'm still working my way through it. The best story I've read so far remains to be The Necklace. Everytime I read it I feel the urge to tell Madame Loisel: check your diamond if it scores high in the Mohs Hardness Scale ! 3. Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. When I asked Dianne to lend me her copy (she has a great book collection, mind you), she immediately warned me that it's a love story, knowing fully well my epileptic tendencies when it comes to matters of the heart. I told her, don't worry, Dianne, if it's a Marquez

El laberinto del fauno

I knew what a labyrinth was--a maze you can enter if you want to get lost. Or if you want to lose somebody. Hence the line: "I don't want to talk to you for days. So hand me your GPS device, cover your eyes, and get inside." That covered the first part of the title. But who is Pan? What is a pan? A gadget for cooking that owns a labyrinth? Or is he a distant relative of Peter, having also come from Neverland? I had no idea. So I watched Pan's Labyrinth to find out, and I hope you will, too, because it won't make a waste of your time. It's so good it will inspire you to learn conversational Spanish and forever make you wonder how eating two pieces of grapes can make one's life utterly miserable. TAGGED AS: Pan's Labyrinth

Varsity 1.0

A new look is up at Bottled ! I call it Varsity One-Point-Oh. My blog needed an overhaul. I changed the fonts of the text to Georgia, just like what Jac did. I made the entry titles bigger. I also updated my links list. I'm still thinking of a concept for my header. Any suggestions?

Mouth ajar

"I don't want to make a dramatic entrance, but I guess I don't have a choice," Nanay tells me as I hurriedly pay the taxi driver some crumpled bills. She's already 30 minutes late for her conference, thanks to the infamous Manila traffic. We quickly make our way past the bell boys, the security, and the people loitering at the lobby. "Lance, please meet me at two this afternoon," my mother tells me as she finds the nearest elevator. "Okay. So what do I do while waiting for you?" I ask. "You can stay in the lobby, read a book, do something useful. The meeting will take long...and go eat a good breakfast." "Sure, 'Nay. Basta don't be late. Two o'clock is two o'clock," I warn her. It's waiting for people that irritates me, especially if they take too long to appear. I kiss her good bye, see you later. I realize I don't want to eat in the nearby restaurants. The prices are expensive, and I don't have


My parents recently went out on a date to watch 300. On their way home, Nanay asked Tatay, "So how did you find the movie?" "Sumakit ang ulo ko," Tatay replied, "ang dilim eh."