Category: The Ride

Sit back, put your feet up and enjoy the ride.

  • Mothers’ Day 2013

    Thank you, Ma, for all your love. We love you.

    Samonte Park, Cavite City
    Brian, Renz, and Mama at Samonte Park, Cavite City
  • Alan’s Grill

    Here we go again, adrift at Cubao Expo. We spotted Humidor but it didn’t look like that we could snag some dinner food there. The door was open and I could feel the coolness of air conditioner and whiff cigarette smoke. There was a lady girl standing by the door and I asked her if they’re serving dinner. She pointed us to Alan’s Grill.

    Dinner

    We were hesitant to settle immediately since it looked like there were beer-drinkers aplenty inside Alan’s grill. I turned my head around the neighboring establishments and saw even more beer. Inside the restaurant we went.

    Alan's Grill
    Interior of Alan’s Grill

    It seemed as if the food were priced a bit too high–imagine the veggies at two-hundred and up. So, I told Jayce, “if all else fails, fried chicken.” Hers was pork chop. The servings weren’t a mouthful nor a handful. Each serving is for a pair so we stayed for a little more than we should chewing and chatting. In between, I was drinking my buddy beer and she her fave calamansi juice.

    Pork chop
    Pork chop
    Fried chicken
    Fried chicken

    Our waiter was very helpful that I thought he was Alan himself. Feeling relaxed in front of the over-working electric fan, I just kept my beer coming–bottle after bottle after bottle (just three) while enjoying Jayce’s company.

    Nguso
    Nguso
    Pale
    Pale

    And we couldn’t take our eyes off the collage painting of the Aquinos and the Marcoses. I told Jayce that Ninoy Aquino is the founder of the NPA (New People’s Army) according to my grandfather who really loved Marcos’s governance.

    Marcos and Aquino
    A collage painting of the Aquinos and the Marcoses
    We
    When a timer-shot goes wrong

    Dessert

    After my last bottle of beer, we walked to find a desserts place–Sweet Ecstasy. From the outside it looked like a milkshake shop which Jayce would love. At the counter, there’s a gym-kind of guy who exuded a celebrity-kind of aura (he’s plastering a smile on his face). As he went out, Jayce asked the servers at the counter who he was because he looked familiar. Al Galang, that’s who. I remembered him from a chismax teevee show. It was like Al versus Hayden kind of thing.

    Jayce was curious about Cerveza Negra shake but just by reading the combination of those two words made me squiggle my mouth so she ordered some Nutella cookie instead and I, Red Horse beer (sixty-five peso expensive for a small bottle).

    Shackle
    Jayce takes a picture of a mysterious painting

    We hang by the art gallery and tried so hard to start a conversation when the two of us were staring at a piece. I thank the alcohol for kickstarting a topic like how artists never talk about their pieces and poets let the readers interpret their words and Inception lets you think that there’s part two. But she thinks everything that transcends the normal is epal. I guess we really are in a third world country.

    Reflection
    Inside with all the images that baffle
  • Happy birthday, tita Gie (2013)

    Happy 55th birthday, tita Gie. Thank you for welcoming me into your family. We wish you more happiness and blessings. We love you!

    After celebrating tita Gie’s birthday dinner, I asked her to “unearth” her oldest picture which is her youngest-self picture. All we could find was this picture taken when she was 23 years old in 1979:

    Virginia Apo, 23 years old, 1979
    Virginia Apo, 23 years old, 1979

    And the birthday soon-to-be mom-in-law’s most recent picture:

    Virginia Apo Playda, 55 years old, 2013
    Virginia Apo Playda, 55 years old, 2013
  • Happy birthday, Mama (2013)

    It’s my mom’s 57th birthday, so Jayc and I cooked for her–a very simple tomato and chili pasta with pan-seared chicken.

    Happy birthday, ma! We love you.

    Vilma
    Late 50s or early 60s
    Vilma
    April 25, 2013
  • Distancia Amigo

    As the car in front of mine overtook onwards, a weird-looking pedicab emerged in view–a block of text on bright red paint caught my eye enough for me to tailgate this cruising balut vendor.

    A balut or balot is a fertilized duck embryo that is boiled and eaten in the shell. It is commonly sold as streetfood in the Philippines.

    Source: Balut (egg) on Wikipedia

    We see how funny and ingenious our fellow vendors could be (also seen ubiquitously on jeepney decorations).

    Distancia Amigo
    A balut vendor pedaling his pedicab along the street. April 21, 2013, P. Tuazon, Cubao, Quezon City

    The transcription:

    R3S-Balutan
    Fragile
    “Distancia Amigo”
    Loaded with balut eggs
    Sorry po sa kaunting delay!

    The English transcription:

    R3S-Balutan
    Fragile
    Distance, my friend
    Loaded with balut eggs
    Sorry for the slight delay!

  • Wild River Disco

    Here’s a photo of Wild River Disco taken on April 27, 2011.

    Wild River Disco
    Signage of Wild River Disco. April 27, 2011, EDSA, Pasay City

    Location of Wild River Disco, EDSA, Pasay City


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    Recent news on Wild River Disco

    Anti-human trafficking agents of the National Bureau of Investigation (NBI) have rescued 16 girls, four of them minors, in a popular Pasay City disco bar known for its lewd shows recently.

    Tempo

  • Into Space

    Friday night–a badly-needed chillax sent us to Cubao Expo. Had dinner at Alan’s Grill and dessert at Sweet Ecstasy.

    Into Space
    Jaycelle staring into space. April 20, 2013, Cubao Expo
    Into Space
    A blurred movement.
  • Riding in EDSA a Mamachari

    Brian Riding a Red Mamachari
    Brian Riding a Red Mamachari. 13 March 2010
    Jaycelle Riding a Red Mamachari
    Jaycelle Riding a Red Mamachari. 13 March 2010

    Mamachari are bicycles from Japan. They are made for riding around the city and are designed to be practical for things like riding to work, doing the shopping, taking the kids to nursery etc. Everyone’s got a mamachari in Japan. Literally everyone. To say that they are ubiquitous is an understatement. Mamachari are everywhere and are ridden by everyone – old/young, female/male, students, salary men (businessman), mothers, grandmothers and fathers.

    What Is a Mamachari?
    • Bought from Sally of Pamarang Trading in Magallanes at around 2,500
    • She called it “cherry” bike

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  • Straight from the Inside

    What’s really efficient–getting stuck in traffic on a short route or going through the long intestinal insides of the city?

    That yummy taste when you’ve got a buy 1 take 1 cheeseburger deal? Yes, it’s the same banana peel that gets a comedy laugh when you slip because of it.

    Stand-by
    A woman busy with her mobile phone is standing by despite the sign. 20th Ave., Cubao, Quezon City

    Morning people notice this–shirtless men walking on the streets to buy gel or something and women carrying towels also walking on the streets.

    Boxer
    A shirtless man walking to a store. 20th Ave., Cubao, Quezon City

    I’ve learned to play the guitar practicing the song, “Line to Heaven” by Introvoys. It’s a very easy D-A-G-A said my cousin.

    Guitar man
    A man carrying guitars for sale. B. Serrano Ave., Cubao, Quezon City

    Remember that time when all you need is water from the tap? Then a corpse got stuck in one of Manila Water’s pipelines.

    Bro
    A boy waiting by a water delivery tricycle. 19th Ave., Cubao, Quezon City

    Once, I’ve used Ajax bar soap on my skin because I took a bath at the laundry area.

    Morning bath
    Two women taking a bath on the street. 19th Ave., Cubao, Quezon City

    Just like roses, rice have come to us in different colors.

    Overhead
    A man carrying a sack of rice over his head. Liberty Ave., Cubao, Quezon City

    When we were kids, the best stage we’d really like balloons taken home by mom from parties was when they’re already hovering mid-air.

    Bob
    A man selling cartoon character balloons. Liberty Ave., Cubao, Quezon City

    Some people, they do not learn the meaning of life–they realize it. I, on the other hand, realized the meaning of couch potato during my six-month stay in our house which turned into my parent’s house after graduation. I was being rooted to the couch sleeping at 4 AM and waking up for lunch.

    Couch potato
    A discarded chair on the sidewalk. B. Serrano Ave., Cubao, Quezon City

    I was told once to never trust anyone with the name Ricky or Randy.

    Rickyboy
    A taxi with “Rickyboy” painted on its back. Ortigas Flyover, EDSA
  • Hair Chronicles 2012 – Part 1 of 7: Crowning Glory

    What does hair on your head mean to you? Definitely, hair (facial or wherever) – its meaning varies from culture to culture. I would not try to explore deeply the Filipino culture but my own (and maybe yours, my good reader).

    This is the first hair on my head out of my mother’s womb:

    Baby boy Brian
    My first day on Earth. (Got tired editing out the date.)

    Nobody could say, “I styled that hair” but nature itself. Until we’re one. Hair begins to grow into our eyes and onto our food. So mom and grandma morph into instant beauticians and take the bowl out of the kitchen to stencil our unadulterated hair to works of art.

    What do you remember about your first hairstyle/cut?


    Cave Man to Wolverine
    Cave Man to Wolverine