Farm Pharm Party Part 2

While use of illegal substances like speed, heroin and pot has declined over the past decade, abuse of prescription drugs has increased sharply.

In today's world, people including children cope up with their life's misery thru the help of prescription or illicit drugs.
Thus born a society of pill poppers. Attendies of Pharm parties. School kids Fruit Salad parties. Alcohol binging parties. Parents who are not aware of this, please be mindful of your children activities. I am tired of looking at a hapless body of another young victim killed by ingesting of unknown substance. When is this going to stop?


"Now what is that again you're chewing? Dried Mango?"

Farm Party part 1

Back in the old days, my summer time means, spending time with my relatives in Negros Occidental, and be able to learn the ilonggo language.That means, having to spend 3 months with my cousins in this manner:
To wake up early morning, so we can wash our clothes frolick sa suba (on the river) all day . We pack food that we are going to cook, like pospas (congee), sinugba nga Tilapia (Grilled tilapia), or just nilaga nga sab-a ( boiled banana). We would stay in that river `til my tiyay (aunt) will call us holding a barakol (dried tubo) ready to whip our arse. In the afternoon, we listen to the Bacolod's drama radio, while one of my cousin will iron our clothes using an iron heated by charcoal fire.
While the elders are taking their daily afternoon nap, we kids will start traversing my grandmother's house surrounded by fruit trees consists of lumboy (blue plum), sab-a (bananas), mangga (mangoes), langka (jackfruit), and root vegetable like balinghoy (cassava), kamote (sweet potato). We could always come up with different meriendas. My personal favorite: Linupak nga sab-a, (mashed banana with the use of a big wooden mortar). Ingredients: Saba, brown sugar, grated coconut, and star margarine. The finished product is placed on a banana leaf. We will gather ourselves around it, and will tear the banana leaf with linupak to our desired portion. By the end of the day, we have no appetite for dinner due to the massive carb attack during oldies siesta time (Now you know why your kids don't eat their food at supper time).
Plenty of games awaits us around 5`ish. But as a teenager, and crushes galore, we opted to hang out in the middle of taytay (bridge), talking about boys, holding a bag full of Jingle songhits & songbook, a guitar is passed around (all of us knows how to play guitar)wala pa kayang karaoke noon!, and we sing the like of Janis Joplin, America, Beatles, Bread, Carol King, Janis Ian, Journey, Chicago, Boz Scaggs and sometimes, not all the time....a suicidal Sharon Cuneta song. Personal Favorite: We're all alone by Boz, At Seventeen by J. Ian, If you leave me now by Chicago. Good impact to my youth....
During the month of May, and on weekends, a hacienda nearby will host a dance party, and we prod our tiyays and tiyoys (our aunts and uncle), to allow us to go to the Bay-le (barrio dance party). After dinner and a quick shower, off we go to the hacienda which consist of 15 minutes walk and run (my male cousins will usually scare us with the sound of tik tik (bird).
Although I don't dance, I savor the moment to spend time with my secret crush who would join us in our table `til wee hours, talking nonsense (this would take forever if I start talking about him!).
Pretty much, this is how I spend my summer in Hda. Colisap #1, Silay. The memory lingers on, and will never be forgotten.



to be continued....

*I would like to thank the owners of the pictures that I took from different website without their permission. The pictures were used to depict only the image of the said fruit/vegetable and not for commercial purpose. Thank you.

There ain't no bugs on me

A nervous face...unapproving smirk!


For several weeks now, we're trying to analyze why wiggles has itchy spells. We've been to the veterinarian and he was given a steroid and an antibiotic shot which afforded short relief, and for the last 2 weeks, he's been nursing a hot spot in his back. So, off we go again to the vet. Advised: Bathe dog every 2 weeks only, instead of twice a week, and most likely poopsie has a bad allergic reaction to fleas he found 1 or 2 after going to the dog park . Verdict: Another steroid shot, a pill for fleas for 6 months, and we bought a shampoo and essential oils. Last night he was still sporting his buster collar, no appetite except for cookies. Today, as I was prepping myself for my exam tomorrow, he finished his Beneful meal (laced with the anti flea pill), came up to my lap, gave him a good massage for about 30 minutes, dozed off, and still sleeping after I lay him down on top of our couch throw pillow. He is very precious. He gave us unconditional love, and we're grateful to give the same in return.


Finally got some sleep without a buster collar!

IMHO

My writing started when I was left alone in DFduh in early 2005. Thrown with loneliness and a brand new apple imac, I blogged. I blog incessantly, with nothingness on my mind. I’ve described rainfalls, traffic, buildings, how I sleep, what I cooked, morons, anything under the sun, that would come to my infarcted brain.
Shit happened. I cried, I laughed, I got drunk, I drove myself to a crazy spell, running the maximum speed in I-35 hoping that state trooper will stop me and put me in jail if I don’t get killed and my doctor put me on anti-hypertensive and a happy pill to turn off my melancholic state, and I blogged. Because there was no physical human to interact with, I guess that was the first time that I got so lonely and misunderstood.
I coped up after several months selling my “uppers” (nah!). Received a happy (the person that sending me was happy, not me) email in May 2006, triggering my depression again. And I blogged.
Life goes on…and here I am. Started with few followers, I erased some of my entries, pictures, stopped here for a while and continued blogging somewhere else, and now back here again, updating what’s on with my everyday life, copied and published some emails if I have a brain drain moment, or if I am pissed off like this.
So here I am again, slightly offended by a remark in one of the comments of a blogger in another blog site. It’s about amount of readership you can have in your own blog aka popularity issue.
I must say that I defy being popular. With all due respect, there are some facts that you have not considered. I like to maintain my anonymity and my elusiveness when it comes to my personality and my writing.
The vast issues written in my blog, are my personal opinion/observation/experience/experimentation, and not intended for a massive online debate nor to enthrall the gods of misfortune. Wala akong editor at pera if I get sued.
I also respect most of my underground followers who would buzz me in my YM about their disgrace of my writing ~kesyo "mabagal akong magsulat," or "busy ba ako," or may "PMS ka na naman!" to e-mails (that I kept in one folder to be re read umpteenth million times) on how they reacted to a certain topic, tried a recipe, co-workers who snoop would text me "you crack me up," EX that can't burn their bridges, and still wants to know what I am up to, friends who consoled me in my time of need, and my husband who supported my craziness, and ready to fire me once our personal space and face is exposed!
Yes dear, they are not that plenty. In fact, I can count them with my fingers in both hands. But I like my little community. Personal & humble.

P&G scandal! lol

For all the women blogger out there. Please read.
Copied from my email for the whole blog roll to see.



AN OPEN LETTER TO
MR. JAMES THATCHER,
BRAND MANAGER,
PROCTER & GAMBLE.

Dear Mr. Thatcher,

I have been a loyal user of your Always maxi pads for over 20 years, and I appreciate many of their features. Why, without the LeakGuard Core™ or Dri-Weave™ absorbency, I'd probably never go horseback riding or salsa dancing, and I'd certainly steer clear of running up and down the beach in tight, white shorts. But my favorite feature has to be your revolutionary Flexi-Wings. Kudos on being the only company smart enough to realize how crucial it is that maxi pads be aerodynamic. I can't tell you how safe and secure I feel each month knowing there's a little F-16 in my pants.

Have you ever had a menstrual period, Mr. Thatcher? Ever suffered from "the curse"? I'm guessing you haven't. Well, my "time of the month" is starting right now. As I type, I can already feel hormonal forces violently surging through my body. Just a few minutes from now, my body will adjust and I'll be transformed into what my husband likes to call "an inbred hillbilly with knife skills." Isn't the human body amazing?

As brand manager in the feminine-hygiene division, you've no doubt seen quite a bit of research on what exactly happens during your customers' monthly visits from Aunt Flo. Therefore, you must know about the bloating, puffiness, and cramping we endure, and about our intense mood swings, crying jags, and out-of-control behavior. You surely realize it's a tough time for most women. In fact, only last week, my friend Jennifer fought the violent urge to shove her boyfriend's testicles into a George Foreman Grill just because he told her he thought Grey's Anatomy was written by drunken chimps. Crazy! The point is, sir, you of all people must realize that America is just crawling with homicidal maniacs in capri pants. Which brings me to the reason for my letter.

Last month, while in the throes of cramping so painful I wanted to reach inside my body and yank out my uterus, I opened an Always maxi pad, and there, printed on the adhesive backing, were these words: "Have a Happy Period."

Are you fuc**ng kidding me?

What I mean is, does any part of your tiny middle-manager brain really think happiness—actual smiling, laughing happiness—is possible during a menstrual period? Did anything mentioned above sound the least bit pleasurable? Well, did it, James? FYI, unless you're some kind of sick S&M freak girl, there will never be anything "happy" about a day in which you have to jack yourself up on Motrin and Kahlúa and lock yourself in your house just so you don't march down to the local Walgreens armed with a hunting rifle and a sketchy plan to end your life in a blaze of glory. For the love of God, pull your head out, man. If you just have to slap a moronic message on a maxi pad, wouldn't it make more sense to say something that's actually pertinent, like "Put Down the Hammer" or "Vehicular Manslaughter Is Wrong"? Or are you just picking on us?

Sir, please inform your accounting department that, effective immediately, there will be an $8 drop in monthly profits, for I have chosen to take my maxi-pad business elsewhere. And though I will certainly miss your Flexi-Wings, I will not for one minute miss your brand of condescending bullshit. And that's a promise I will keep. Always.

Best,

*$#Q$_Q$Q%&#*Q@%

Sabaw of the day

Bata pa ako, lagi na lang sinisiksik ng nanay ko ang mga pagkain na kinasusuklaman ko hindi ko gusto, at dahil dakila naman akong uto-uto, shempre pa kinakain ko.
#1 on my list is Kalabasa. As in Vitamin A~ pampalinaw ng mata.
"Tingnan mo si Perla Adea, ang ganda ng mata, kasi kumakain sya ng kalabasa!" ~My Mom
#2 Pag inom ng hilaw na itlog gabi gabi. I friggin hated it. Pero, payatut talaga ako noon, at ang goal ni mudra eh patabain ako ng konti with protein ek ek. Saan ka nakakita ng batang nakababad mag damag sa lababo na puno ng tubig at doon sine serve ang pag kain nya gawa sa binola bolang kanin at pritong itlog (sunog ang puti, hilaw ang pula) araw araw? As in everyday. Pramis. Pahirap ba ako sa magulang ko?
#3. Whole milk every morning. Yuck. Salamat na lang at nag karoon ako ng lactose intolerance. Nawawala lang ang allergy na yon, pag me craving ako ng ice cream. Di ba!
#4 Fishda~ oh my freaking gulay. I am not a big fan of fish. Balat lang ang kinakain ko sa isda. (ang arte ko noh!)
#5 Vitamins (yung capsule na colorless at kita laman...tawag ata doon cod liver oil)~ in different sizes and form and lots of bad after taste~ Di ko alam bat ganun si mudra. Pag bata ka, sunod ka na lang ng sunod, para wala ng gulo at palo.

SO now, nasa edad na ako na wala ng ibang minomonitor kundi ang retirement. Naalala ko si nanay at mga pag kaing binibigay nya sa akin. Hindi ko pa din naman nakakalimutan pa. In fact, favorite ko lahat ang mga food na pinag tulakan nyang ibigay sa akin noon. Hinahanap hanap ko pa. Ngayon, tuwing pupunta ako ng asian store, tinitingnan ko palagi ang kalabasa kung ok ang pag kakahinog nya, at isasama ko sa pagluto ko ng pakbet or gisadong giniling lang na may kalabasa. Ang itlog naman, lagi ko ring sinasama sa mga niluluto kong pansit o di kaya Arroz a la Cubana. Gusto ko pa din sa isda ay pinirito. Tapos isasawsaw sa maanghang na suka na may dinikdik na bawang. Shemps pa, palagi pa den akong nag va-vitamin. Centrum at Omega 3 (yung me aftertaste na isda!ewwww). bwehehehehehehe
Salamat Nanay,sa magaling mong pang uuto sa akin. Nagsilbing malaking tulong ang lahat ng masusustansyang pagkain na pinilit nyong ipakain sa akin. Dahil at my age, 22 turning 43 in 3 months tuwid pa ang likod ko, baby smooth supple pa rin ang pwet ko sa matagal na pag kakaupo at pag bababad sa harap ng computer, at nakikita ko pa rin ang letrang binabasa at tinatype ko, kahit patay ang ilaw!


My Bouillabaisse life~
"Soup and fish explain half the emotions of human life."

Protest Vote

I strongly believed that the author of this book will win the Presidential election 2008. The Presidential candidate who wrote this book is our 44th President!!!

And now for the hard part....Obama has to deliver the change he promised. His challenge is to change the course of the government and guide it thru the hard times and past financial crisis he inherits as he takes the office. Aray!

I must confess that I was one of the few who did not go out and vote. I was so sick that I could hardly get up, but I thank God for the blackberry and hp mini note, I was able to keep myself in tune with the outside world.
To my blog acquiantance, Reynz, who fervently monitored his Obama from dawn to his deep sleep, from Dunkin to Wawa, Roy Rogers to Jollibee, In & Out Burger and Whattaburger and to all silent Democrats who are tired of that long wait, Congratulations! Let us CHANGE FOR THE BETTER!!!

"Even as we celebrate tonight, we know that the challenges that tomorrow will bring are the greatest in our lifetime." ~ Barack Obama

And for me, mega work na ako...OT,OT, OT! Sign up for more OT!

Viral Syndrome

Every fall season of the year, I would get a crud. Stuff that normal people will get and would immediately seek medical attention, and would ask for 1 week work excuse. For abnormal people like us in medical field, we still serve the masses with mask and dry hands, (from too much hand washing) wishing that we will spread our dearly beloved virus to y`all it will dissipate in 1 day (cant afford to miss work).
So, while I drown myself for not having a good sleep last night after my 6 hours princess shift, I was thinking about what's for breakfast. So, I made a spicy tinolang manok and added vietnamese bokchoy and sotanghon. With burnt tongue from tasting the visual delight that enticed me, I will now wake my majesty to share the newly reinvented "Soup du jour."

Blackberry Bubble

Pixes on my cellphone....sans hubby & me. Bawal daw i publicize face namin. scawy, noh!

Blackberry Bubble