Strawberry Fields and Oreo Forever

Strawberry Fields and Oreo Forever




Last November, we had this short vacation trip to Baguio...Yes! To the summer capital of the so called “republican country”. We went there to wind, unwind, chill, and of course to get chilled. So, me and my friends decided to lodge in in “king's tut” (I can't name the inn) hotel (I believe its near Saint Louis University). We took a room that is good enough for the four of us... Thought it will be a little cheaper if we shared the expenses. But, the room was not available until 12 pm because there were still guests, though they will soon be leaving before noon according to the receptionist. So then we decided to just leave our luggages at the reception desk for a while and have a walk at the park till our room is ready. Ok, so we went to the park downhill, it was lovely... I saw couples boating by the lake, and some are just there to feel the cool refreshing air. It was a beautiful Saturday morning. It felt like I was in a movie running in slow-mo (slow motion) while the leaves fall from the stem of the high trees. There were children biking along the walkway, groups of cheering squads practicing for the competition and some were just there to appreciate the view. The feeling was very intoxicating. That time, I was very positively emotional.

Until, I felt the need to pee. That was the moment when my illusions fell back into reality, instantly. So we walked to look for a wash room, there at the corner of the park sitting is a well-tiled decently looking comfort room. It is a pay CR by the way. As I entered the CR , there was a lady beside the entrance door and asked:

Lady: Ser, good mourning po!!! weeweep poh ba o poohpooh?

(Suddenly, I felt that my head was about to explode that time, ahhhh!!! “There goes the question I've never been asked before by a stranger”).Ok, moving forward, I replied...

Me: weewee lang po miss!?! patwitums na sagot na patanong ko sa lady.
Lady: Ok, 5 pesos!
Me: Sigh... grabe mahal naman. ( But I just kept it to myself instead)

So I went inside the rest room. There, there were men, some using the sink and some were in the urinals. Most of them I noticed that they were staring at me as if there was a dirt that they wanted to scrape off my face. What is wrong with these people in the comfort rooms by the way??? Anyway, so there I was feeling uncomfortable that is why I decided to just pee in the cubicle. As I unzipped my pants, took junior out to release some warm liquid... Someone opened the cubicle door (which I forgot to lock) half way and heard saying in her high pitched voice “ekskyusmi!!! weewee lang ang binayad mo! Kaya dun ka sa urinal! It was the lady. OMG!!! My embarrassed and humiliated blood rushed into my brain then drained it.

I finished my wee wee ceremony anyway. There I was, with my bluish face as I exited the Humiliation Room. Me being dreamy before I entered that room has all of a sudden turned to being nightmare-y. Yes! I know! I'd be nominated for having the most humiliating experience in the whole wide world. That is if there is a contest for that. Naisip ko lang. Syet, sobrang head to head siguro ang competition kung sakaling nasama si Miss beauty queen world sa contest na yun. Hehe. “My pamily, theyr, they was... first time ko kasing sumali sa pageant ever! hahaha”. Pasensya na!!! Silly me. (:
Whats wrong with that lady? (I am not pertaining to the beauty queen). I mean, Iniisip ba nila na ang mga nagpupunta doon ay makakapal ang mukha, wala kahihiyan at balat leather? O ako lang? And what is wrong with those men in that comfort room? Iniisip ba nila na makikipagtitigan ako sa kanila sa banyo mata sa mata habang hawak nila junjun nila? O ako lang? Ano kaya yun!

It was a tiring morning, so we got back to the hotel. The room was ready, we unpacked, and soon rested. At around 4pm-ish I felt the need to use the bathroom and bathe. As I opened the shower with all my excitement, as soon as the water touched my cloudy head, I screamed... OH FCUK!!! Ang lamig!!! Walang heater ang pucha!!! I felt that my soul that is still lying in my bed rushed its way back into my body. My cloudy head became vividly clear in a split of second that I thought I could extract the 5% of 5000 in no time. Hehehe. Mathematics made my life miserable. Yes It's true. Hmmmmm.... Akala siguro nila hindi lang Mine's View at walis, pati lamig ng tubig sa shower e pinupuntahan ng mga bakasyonista. Very nice!!! I mean, ano ba iniisip nila? Na ang balat ng mga guests nila ay mas manhid pa sa balat ng kalabaw na ginawang purse? Hmmm....

Our 2nd day in Baguio was more exciting... we had everything planned out. We decided to start our day by having our breakfast/lunch at a cafeteria near the hotel. The food looks very pleasing. There was kari-kare, dinuguan, menudo (which btw is my favorite dish), and more. So we placed our orders, I called for the bulalo with rice and extra rice.. As the waitress served our food into our table, guess what!!! Solid fats floating over the sabaw of my bulalo! Ang nilagang baka ko at dalawang kanin ay mas malamig pa sa asawang nagangaliwa! Uminit na naman ang dugo ko sa napakalamig na temperatura ng Baguio. Paksyet naman! But I tried to be calm (cos I've learned never to argue with a food server if I don't want to eat a tuuuuttt..(excuse me po)) then called the waitress and asked,

Me: Miss, malamig yata yung food??? Pacute kong tinanong. dahil ayoko maireta sya sakin.
Waitress: Ahhhhh (tagal sumagot)... Sir, ganyan po talaga.
Me: Opaksyet! Papatayin mo bako sa bulalong may lumulutang na taba? Ano to sa ingles? Heart attack soup? At yung kanen nyo, bahaw? Nagiisip pa ba kayo ha???
(pero I just kept it to myself for the second time around)
Me: Ahhh ganun po ba? Pwede po paki-inet?
Waitress: Pwede po Sir. Ngumiti sya sabay sabi, May extra charge pong limang piso. (:
Me: Uuuuuuuwhat!? (sabi ko sa sarili ko). Cge miss, Pleaaaaseee.. Patwitums kong sinabi sa kanya. (:

Hayyy... ever felt like you were eating and you don't taste nor feel the food in your mouth but then you were so hungry that you just ate the food anyway? Well, what I felt was nothing like that. I ate the food anyway and for me it was the best preheated bulalo ever. Hehe. Ang mga kabayan nga naman. masyadong matatalino. Kilala tayo sa buong mundo as magagaling. Hmmm... alam nyo na siguro kung saan patutungo ito. Well I guess the best way to have your investments returned is to make extra mile service then charge an extra mile after. Very well said! Thank you! Of course that is a lie! Wait, I'm loosing focus.

Ok, going back to my article. Later that afternoon we talked about going to Nevada Square after having dinner. That time, I was feeling restless (if you know what i mean). I felt the urges to get laid by someone and maybe hoping to go bar hopping with him later that same day. Just near the hotel entrance is an internet cafe were I decided to rent a computer and chat with someone via Mirc. There i was, at #baguio channel advertising my need to meet someone. There were exchanges of hi's and hellos, pictures and web pages. But the one I liked most went like this,

prettybaby(Me): hi. Ctc
baguiochatter: hello asl
prettybaby:25 m qc. now in baguio for 3 days. Looking for someone I can party with sa Nevada later.
Prettybaby: asl pls
baguiochatter: 28 F Baguio pics pls.

When I saw her pictures, I thought I was looking at woman in her early 40's. I know I'm not in the position to judge her but she does really look 40ish and she is not attractive either. Then the awkward part of chatting came, how do you reject someone politely but effectively? Here it goes,

Prettybaby: Thank you maam.
Prettybaby: I'm sorry but I like younger women
Prettybaby: Thank you and it was nice chatting with you.

Message: you were kicked from the channel by....

Ohhh. Nakicked ako sa channel. Why? What happened? Who kicked me out?

Prettybaby: /join #baguio

Message: your IP address 1.1........... is banned by....

Ohhhhh... na-banned ang buong internet cafe dahil sa kagagawan ko...
What's wrong with these people? I was polite and was just trying my best to get laid but because of that insecure, incompetent amoy lupang old woman!!! hmp!


I didn't get laid!


The end




Despite these unfortunate events, Baguio is still close to my heart and for me is still the best place to stay during summer or any season of the year. Thank you Baguio. -Oreo Forever

The Inversion Of i Is An Exclamation Point

The Inversion Of i Is An Exclamation Point

“Arriving at Betty Go-Belmonte Station, paparating na sa Betty Go-Belmonte Station”, Saying these words in my head till I reached Recto Station has been a lot of help. I needed to keep my mind preoccupied just to not think about whats bugging my head. I thought that thinking about it would jeopardize my sanity.

Last night, I thought I was an insomniac, I could not get myself to fall asleep as my mind is being bombarded by questions spontaneously. I was tempted to do the best remedy I know, to tire myself then eventually fall asleep. There I was again, dreamy and lusty when I realized, I can't!!! It was my 2^nd day of abstinence from doing sinful acts. That was another problem for me to solve then. I lusted myself but cannot consummate. When I heard the door next to my room opened, I knew that my flatmate is gonna grab a stick of cigarette to smoke. I rushed myself off the bed, put on my shorts and undershirt. I ran my way downstairs as fast as I could. There!!! Like a child's first candy. A stick of cigarette diverted my urges to having a quick chat with him. At 4 am I tried my best to rest for at least 2 hours before I prep myself for my final interview by 8am.

I was on the train to Recto when my head started to do its habit of thinking freely. What is wrong with me??? Thinking about the people that I have met in the last six months triggered my head to question myself. Am I not normal, unacceptably different, or maybe to some people... weird?

What is our basis for being normal exactly? I personally think that, it is based on the highest percentage of people having similar patterns of thinking and personality. But, what if the patterns that I think are normal have the lowest percentage in contrast with the percentage of patterns that I think that are not normal. Then the question will be, do weird people think that I'm weird?

These people that I have met lately have these prominently similar thinking and personalities. As for me, best described as “insensitive, egoistic and numb”. I was once told by a friend that insensitivity is synonymous to being selfish as he was complaining about his partner. Complaining about his partner for making big deal of small things that he knows he is not liable of. Or is it my friend being insensitive that he did not notice the deal that is being made big? Is insensitivity really synonymous to being selfish? Literally, insensitivity and selfishness are not synonymous. But they correlate with one another figuratively.

46 hours later, I finally got the answer to my questions. The answer was too simple but contentful, leading me to having my peace of mind. I simply thought of the people whom I know have the patterns similar to mine. It turned out that we were great in number contrasting to the number of people that I have met lately.

I am normal and not weird after all!

Random Thoughts

Random Thoughts

Today, I was half awoken by the thought of losing my sense of time and date. I thought, today is Monday morning, the first day of my seven days abstinence from having sex as a part of my sacrifice for the holy week. Yes, I thought it through, some of you might find it unbelievable that I can do it. I know!

I thought, if it is Monday... OMG!!! I have a schedule for a job interview at 8 am, today! oh!... I'm late! What should I do? Ohhh!... I can never forgive myself for having forgotten it and being so irresponsible.

I was still lying on my bed, my mind was panicky and regretful when I heard our dear Chandler barking. The sound of her woofing (for no reason at all) hobby snapped me back into real time. And realized, it is not Monday!!! Today is not Monday! I felt relieved and breathed... Yehey! Today is not the first day! I can still nail the interview tomorrow and have sex with myself later. Hep hep Yehey!

Palm Sunday, but not just an ordinary day for the occasion. I know that most of us watched the Pacquiao versus Marquez fight. And I was thinking, it's not that I can't think of anything, what was Morales thinking and feeling as he watched his former opponent and his fellow fight??? Being curious about it made my head simulate random questions spontaneously. Does he feel bad for himself that instead of him throwing punches to our Pacquiao, was Marquez? Does he feel bad for Pacquiao having received those upper-cuts? Was he praying for Marquez to win the fight? Will he ever see Pacquiao again? Did he predict where Pacquiao would want to go after winning the fight? Or he never thought anything about it at all.

Too many questions, too many thoughts. Hence, not enough for the brain to stop thinking.

What makes us distinct and different is the way we think. We always want to present ourselves to our friends uniquely. Our certain characteristics are presented consistently according to our likes, dislikes, mannerisms and attitude. It is normal that we want other people to think that we, as an individual, are distinctively unforgettable. What is not normal is when people never really think that you exist, nor touch their lives...

Thank you for sharing your time in reading this article and I hope that I made a mark in your life. Once again. Thank you. - Oreo Forever

*This article was published day after it was written.

Strawberry fields and oreo forever

Strawberry Fields and Oreo Forever

Last November, we had this short vacation trip to Baguio...Yes! To the summer capital of the so called “republican country”. We went there to wind, unwind, chill, and of course to get chilled. So, me and my friends decided to lodge in in “king's tut” (I can't name the inn) hotel (I believe its near Saint Louis University). We took a room that is good enough for the four of us... Thought it will be a little cheaper if we shared the expenses. But, the room was not available until 12 pm because there were still guests, though they will soon be leaving before noon according to the receptionist. So then we decided to just leave our luggages at the reception desk for a while and have a walk at the park till our room is ready. Ok, so we went to the park downhill, it was lovely... I saw couples boating by the lake, and some are just there to feel the cool refreshing air. It was a beautiful Saturday morning. It felt like I was in a movie running in slow-mo (slow motion) while the leaves fall from the stem of the high trees. There were children biking along the walkway, groups of cheering squads practicing for the competition and some were just there to appreciate the view. The feeling was very intoxicating. That time, I was very positively emotional.

Until, I felt the need to pee. That was the moment when my illusions fell back into reality, instantly. So we walked to look for a wash room, there at the corner of the park sitting is a well-tiled decently looking comfort room. It is a pay CR by the way. As I entered the CR , there was a lady beside the entrance door and asked:

Lady: Ser, good mourning po!!! weeweep poh ba o poohpooh?

(Suddenly, I felt that my head was about to explode that time, ahhhh!!! “There goes the question I've never been asked before by a stranger”).Ok, moving forward, I replied...

Me: weewee lang po miss!?! patwitums na sagot na patanong ko sa lady.

Lady: Ok, 5 pesos!

Me: Sigh... grabe mahal naman. ( But I just kept it to myself instead)

So I went inside the rest room. There, there were men, some using the sink and some were in the urinals. Most of them I noticed that they were staring at me as if there was a dirt that they wanted to scrape off my face. What is wrong with these people in the comfort rooms by the way??? Anyway, so there I was feeling uncomfortable that is why I decided to just pee in the cubicle. As I unzipped my pants, took junior out to release some warm liquid... Someone opened the cubicle door (which I forgot to lock) half way and heard saying in her high pitched voice “ekskyusmi!!! weewee lang ang binayad mo! Kaya dun ka sa urinal! It was the lady. OMG!!! My embarrassed and humiliated blood rushed into my brain then drained it.

I finished my wee wee ceremony anyway. There I was, with my bluish face as I exited the Humiliation Room. Me being dreamy before I entered that room has all of a sudden turned to being nightmare-y. Yes! I know! I'd be nominated for having the most humiliating experience in the whole wide world. That is if there is a contest for that. Naisip ko lang. Syet, sobrang head to head siguro ang competition kung sakaling nasama si Miss beauty queen world sa contest na yun. Hehe. “My pamily, theyr, they was... first time ko kasing sumali sa pageant ever! hahaha”. Pasensya na!!! Silly me. (:

Whats wrong with that lady? (I am not pertaining to the beauty queen). I mean, Iniisip ba nila na ang mga nagpupunta doon ay makakapal ang mukha, wala kahihiyan at balat leather? O ako lang? And what is wrong with those men in that comfort room? Iniisip ba nila na makikipagtitigan ako sa kanila sa banyo mata sa mata habang hawak nila junjun nila? O ako lang? Ano kaya yun!

It was a tiring morning, so we got back to the hotel. The room was ready, we unpacked, and soon rested. At around 4pm-ish I felt the need to use the bathroom and bathe. As I opened the shower with all my excitement, as soon as the water touched my cloudy head, I screamed... OH FCUK!!! Ang lamig!!! Walang heater ang pucha!!! I felt that my soul that is still lying in my bed rushed its way back into my body. My cloudy head became vividly clear in a split of second that I thought I could extract the 5% of 5000 in no time. Hehehe. Mathematics made my life miserable. Yes It's true. Hmmmmm.... Akala siguro nila hindi lang Mine's View at walis, pati lamig ng tubig sa shower e pinupuntahan ng mga bakasyonista. Very nice!!! I mean, ano ba iniisip nila? Na ang balat ng mga guests nila ay mas manhid pa sa balat ng kalabaw na ginawang purse? Hmmm....

Our 2^nd day in Baguio was more exciting... we had everything planned out. We decided to start our day by having our breakfast/lunch at a cafeteria near the hotel. The food looks very pleasing. There was kari-kare, dinuguan, menudo (which btw is my favorite dish), and more. So we placed our orders, I called for the bulalo with rice and extra rice.. As the waitress served our food into our table, guess what!!! Solid fats floating over the sabaw of my bulalo! Ang nilagang baka ko at dalawang kanin ay mas malamig pa sa asawang nagangaliwa! Uminit na naman ang dugo ko sa napakalamig na temperatura ng Baguio. Paksyet naman! But I tried to be calm (cos I've learned never to argue with a food server if I don't want to eat a tuuuuttt..(excuse me po)) then called the waitress and asked,

Me: Miss, malamig yata yung food??? Pacute kong tinanong. dahil ayoko maireta sya sakin.

Waitress: Ahhhhh (tagal sumagot)... Sir, ganyan po talaga.

Me: Opaksyet! Papatayin mo bako sa bulalong may lumulutang na taba? Ano to sa ingles? Heart attack soup? At yung kanen nyo, bahaw? Nagiisip pa ba kayo ha???

(pero I just kept it to myself for the second time around)

Me: Ahhh ganun po ba? Pwede po paki-inet?

Waitress: Pwede po Sir. Ngumiti sya sabay sabi, May extra charge pong limang piso. (:

Me: Uuuuuuuwhat!? (sabi ko sa sarili ko). Cge miss, Pleaaaaseee.. Patwitums kong sinabi sa kanya. (:

Hayyy... ever felt like you were eating and you don't taste nor feel the food in your mouth but then you were so hungry that you just ate the food anyway? Well, what I felt was nothing like that. I ate the food anyway and for me it was the best preheated bulalo ever. Hehe. Ang mga kabayan nga naman. masyadong matatalino. Kilala tayo sa buong mundo as magagaling. Hmmm... alam nyo na siguro kung saan patutungo ito. Well I guess the best way to have your investments returned is to make extra mile service then charge an extra mile after. Very well said! Thank you! Of course that is a lie! Wait, I'm loosing focus.

Ok, going back to my article. Later that afternoon we talked about going to Nevada Square after having dinner. That time, I was feeling restless (if you know what i mean). I felt the urges to get laid by someone and maybe hoping to go barhopping with him later that same day. Just near the hotel entrance is an internet cafe were I decided to rent a computer and chat with someone via Mirc. There i was, at #bi-baguio channel advertising my need to meet someone. There were exchanges of hi's and hellos, pictures and web pages. But the one I liked most went like this,

prettybaby(Me): hi. Ctc

baguiochatter: hello asl

prettybaby:25 m qc. now in baguio for 3 days. Looking for someone I can party with sa Nevada later.

Prettybaby: asl pls

baguiochatter: 28 m Baguio pics pls.

Prettybaby: http://www.guys4men.com/members/!)&$@%#

Pretttybaby: pics pls?

Baguiochatter: http://www.guys4men.com/members/######

When I saw his pictures, I thought I was looking at man in his early 40's. I know I'm not in the position to judge him but he does really look 40ish and he is not attractive either. Then the awkward part of chatting came, how do you reject someone politely but effectively? Here it goes,

Prettybaby: Thank you man.

Prettybaby: I'm sorry but I like younger men

Prettybaby: Thank you and it was nice chatting with you.

Message: you were kicked from the channel by....

Ohhh. Nakicked ako sa channel. Why? What happened? Who kicked me out?

Prettybaby: /join #bi-baguio

Message: your IP address 1.1........... is banned by....

Ohhhhh... na-banned ang buong internet cafe dahil sa kagagawan ko...

What's wrong with these people? I was polite and was just trying my best to get laid but because of that insecure, incompetent amoy lupang old man!!! hmp!

I didn't get laid!

The end

Despite these unfortunate events, Baguio is still close to my heart and for me is still the best place to stay during summer or any season of the year. Thank you Baguio. -Oreo Forever