Of Turo-Turos and Carinderias

To relieve myself of my evening ritual of preparing dinner, I checked out one of those turo-turos along Boni Avenue just to peek at what could be dinner. The covered chafing dishes could prove to be a treat or a surprise not intended for the faint of heart.

As manong tindero approached to explain what I should expect behind each covered container, I was wondering if he was cursing me in French or humiliating me in Russian. "Igado, atay, sinampalukan.... and some other foreign sounding viand were my choices.

As I motioned to check if I am about to have an epistaxis, manong opened all the containers masterfully like a magician showing his craft. The food looked either suicidal or in dire need of psychological evaluation. They were screaming for help. Mission failed.

This is the part where I search for KFC Delivery in Safari.

A Certain Kind of Sadness

The problem with knowing the truth and keeping it to yourself is that the lies and the bullshit you hear seem to irritate you, especially if there is extra and committed effort on the part of other people to make you accept such lies as the truth. 

On the other hand, knowing the truth makes you see things clearly, but it doesn't exempt you from the sadness knowing that there isn't a soul who knows and understands why you feel towards all the lies parading in front of you as the truth. 

There is a certain kind of sadness in the air, and it breaks my heart that I alone can feel it.

All Cried Out - Blonde Feat. Alex Newell (Oliver Nelson Remix)

Election 2016

While I am witnessing my friends fighting each other in defense of their presidential bets, watching schoolmates unfriend each other on Facebook and unfollow each otgher on Twitter and Instagram, I chose to take things lightly....