Quick Reflections

Please shoot me for deciding NOT to go home, with Celso and Kenneth, this January 2007. Ay ki, indi’t ang ka-uli sa aton. Goodbye Ati-atihan, at ang pinaka-importante (super important), goodbye eating along the streets of Kalibo. As ya’all know, owa gid’ang it huya basta sa pagkaon!

Who can forget d delicious banana BBQ sold along the sidewalks of the church? Fat, whole, semi-ripe plantain bananas… dumped in searing hot oil…deep fried until golden brown… sprinkled with brown sugar… eat ‘em with a bottle of 8oz ice-cold coke….. AAAAGHHH!

Then the ‘BBQ nga tinapay’ near Cinemars:  monay bread served on a BBQ stick, braised with who-knows-what sauce, tsk, who cares. I eat those BBQ nga tinapay with pork BBQ (mostly fat), each piece a pitiful size of a penny. Oh, at tsaka yung atay na tinitinda nuon sa may NAWASA side ng Pilot for only 5 centavos per piece, may sawsawan pa!

The biggest secret I hid from my Dad (a respected doctor in Provincial during that time) was that on top of renting the forbidden Wakasan komiks for 25centavos and playing the 41 card game, I drank THOMPSON GULAMAN! Holy crap, that was some serious, dangerous, lethal drink! I had a hard time resisting those green carts during summer months, when I had to walk and walk to find a tricycle mercifully lingering the deserted XIX Martyrs in mid-afternoons after guitar practice. Thank God I have such tough stomach, for I love this refreshing drink so much, only for 25 centavos per Nescafe glass!

          Jeez, I wish my husband can bring me home some of these foods. Well, I don’t think customs allow it anyway (sourgraping). Okay na lang, baklan nya man ‘ko sang biscocho ah. Greenwich pizza pa tani o Lapaz batchoy nga may puto, no egg.

  This is so pathetic L . Kaoeogot!