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Bacteria-laden dry clothes
Since the laundry shop I frequent swindled me of my clothes (I went back to find out the clothes were still dirty-stacked), I switched to a cheap-looking laundry shop — only twenty-three per kilo compared to twenty-five. Beside a hair salon, it looked like it had no dryer that used LPG (liquefied petroleum gas); it is rainy season, seemed like I would be caught by not-properly-dried clothes. My hunch became true; a pair of pants were also missing. I planned to get back at them — I would send several pieces of clothes, I would insert packets of red and blue dye into the pockets so if they mix it with clothes of other customers (which they shouldn’t be doing), dead meat!
Filipino Translation:
Amoy-kulob na mga damit
Sapagkat ang labahan na lagi kong pinupuntahan ay winantutri ako nang pitong araw (bumalik ako at nakatambak pa rin ang mga damit), lumipat ako sa isang pipitsugin na labahan — bente-tres kada kilo lang kumpara sa bente-singko. Tabi ng parlor, mukhang walang pangtuyo na gumagamit ng gasul; tag-ulan pa naman, mukhang madadale ako ng amoy-kulob na damit. Tama ang hinala ko; kulang pa ng isang pantalon. Balak kong gumanti — magpapalaba ako ng ilang pirasong damit, sisiksikan ko ng jobus na pula at asul ang mga bulsa para kung maghalo sila ng damit ng ibang tao (na dapat ‘di nila ginagawa), patay!
Here are some unrelated photos of the morning:
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I heard it’s graduation everywhere. It’s oblivious to me since I am neither schooling nor am I parent to a school kid. It must be swell to have several weeks of vacation. I miss it. We all do.
And so, our everyday life continues.
Here’s The Happy Mondays by The Innocence Mission:
The happy Mondays, we blow down alleyways
in our raincoats, in afternoons.
The imaginary dogs beside us
are old friends, they will speak to you.
Happy in the daylight.
Breathe out, breathe in the end of school time.
Happy on the way home.
The west side also feels, and they know,
everything that I know.
The happy Mondays, we are blue-green
in the air, we are yellow, too.
The clouds of Pennsylvania break apart,
they move away from me and from you.
Happy in the daylight.
Breathe out, breathe in the end of school time.
Happy on the way home.
The west side also feels, and they know,
everything that I know.
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The most terrifying fact about the universe is not that it is hostile but that it is indifferent. Stanley Kubrick
Playboy: If life is so purposeless, do you feel that it’s worth living?
Kubrick: Yes, for those of us who manage somehow to cope with our mortality. The very meaninglessness of life forces man to create his own meaning. Children, of course, begin life with an untarnished sense of wonder, a capacity to experience total joy at something as simple as the greenness of a leaf; but as they grow older, the awareness of death and decay begins to impinge on their consciousness and subtly erode their joie de vivre, their idealism – and their assumption of immortality. As a child matures, he sees death and pain everywhere around him, and begins to lose faith in the ultimate goodness of man. But if he’s reasonably strong – and lucky – he can emerge from this twilight of the soul into a rebirth of life’s élan. Both because and in spite of his awareness of the meaninglessness of life, he can forge a fresh sense of purpose and affirmation. He may not recapture the same pure sense of wonder he was born with, but he can shape something far more enduring and sustaining. The most terrifying fact about the universe is not that it is hostile but that it is indifferent; but if we can come to terms with this indifference and accept the challenges of life within the boundaries of death – however mutable man may be able to make them – our existence as a species can have genuine meaning and fulfillment. However vast the darkness, we must supply our own light.
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Who doesn’t have one?
I come home from work being greeted by a dog who magically appears from the dark; a dog whose bark was a little hoarse months before like a prepubescent pimply high school kid; a spitz I’d like to cuddle but really, it would gnarl and bite my arm without those metal railings.
I sleep at night being lulled by a demon-like cat who laughs and cries like a demon-vampire and I wonder why the neighborhood isn’t out there with their pointed bamboo poles to put holes to its furry body.
I open my eyes in the morning being woken up by a rooster with the soul of a dog. Its repeating crows transmute into barks like those of a rabid dog gargling its drool.
These days, the roaches are out hiding, maybe in the drainage where they will emerge dead upside-down during the rainy season when it’s flooding. The mouse and rats, I haven’t seen them lately. No creature is crawling over my feet as I twist the key in the gate lock. That old rat who is un-frightened or just plain deaf — it’s gone.
My weird neighborhood people — they are awake at night and asleep in the morning. I hear muffled grungy guitar exhibition in the midnight like a recital for the nocturnal spirits; I sip my coffee while a live acoustic session plays early in the morning — whoo-hoo-hoo, whoo-hoo-hoo, who can ask me for more? — they’ve been practicing The Cardigans in a looped succession.
My weird neighborhood people — I belong to this place; a domicile I choose over pearly white walls and deafening silence.
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Here’s Shake Yer Head by Eraserheads:
I was born upside-down
I felt my grandma put my feet on the ground
They put a spoon in my mouth
And everyone was shocked to hear me shout
Flowering Macopa. It’s the season of Macopa and it showers the ground with flower-dust once again.
Reverse Painting. The man was painting the asphalt with black paint to contrast the white STOP sign painted on the ground.
Solid R. Solid ride in this taxi.
Well I knew I couldn’t take all the dog food that they make
I’d just as soon as put myself on a stake and burn
Lala-Mon. Jejemon’s gluttonous cousin.
Express Makeup. I feel pree-tee… Women all around the public make up their faces while they commute.
I saw it comin’ around
I saw it comin’ around, yeah
I saw it comin’ around
So I just, yeah
Shook my head and walked away
Red Light. Pedestrians waiting to cross EDSA.
J-Biel’s. Have you eaten at Jessica Biel’s Food Express?
Nice Hat. Mr. Police officer, why smirking?
I grew up in a town
Where everybody tried to push me around
The girls were alright but the guys were tough
They’re always buggin’ me with macho stuff
Bus is Crossing. Killer buses on the loose – it’s my breakfast news.
Freedom. Ride the Kalayaan taxi and fly like a bird.
Well, I ain’t no stupid fighter
I go for flower power
I’ve been running every race
Just to save my face, yeah
Terno. Sweet ride — arms wrapped around.
Joy & Bebz. Appending a letter z to your name is equivalent to adding a letter h somewhere in the middle of it — only a little classy. Bhoy, Ghirlie, Jhun, Mhonette, Lhinda, Jhessie — you encountered these people at one point in your life.
Chedeng. My grandfather used to own a white Mercedes-Benz 280S (or a related model). Since it was already worn-out from years of usage, we decided to jampack it with ten people to save up fare.
I saw it comin’ around
I saw it comin’ around, yeah
I saw it comin’ around
So I just, yeah
Shook my head and walked away
Willy Boy. Everyone in Philippines has his or her Tito Willy and Kuya Willy.
Big Wheel, Small Wheel. An attention-grabber for a Castrol GTX sludge protection oil advertisement.
Learned. Maybe they mean “some lesson learned“.
Well, they try to see if you care
It’s just a matter of not begging for more
You know, it’s really suicidal to just give in
With people you can never really be sure
Jebs. This taxi is always in a hurry. Jebs is the Filipino word for shit.
Roll Down. Once, I threw a consumed cigarette out of a taxi; it bounced off the half-opened window, fell behind the backseat.
If There is Smoke. Someone’s cooking (or burning dried leaves) under the flyover.
Oh-oh, when it gets down to this they’ll eat you up
When the words get in your head they’ll get you up
It’s a saving grace to have enough
When you find yourself in a compromising spot
MMDA Means. Marangal Matapat Disiplinado Ako (Honorable Honest Disciplined Me).
Towards. Walking while texting has, so far, not caused any casualties.
Bare. Street kid wandering around in his birthday shoes.
You should know, you shouldn’t take all that dog food that they make
You’d just as soon as put yourself on a stake and burn
Button. All elevators in MRT stations are moving in turtle-speed.
My Bed in the Middle. This is his territory.
Well-groomed Guitar Man. He sings Rey Valera or Freddie Aguilar songs as people pass by.
You’ll see it comin’ around
You’ll see it coming, comin’ around
When you see it coming around
You just, yeah
Shake yer head and walk away
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Alas-otso, paglabas ko tabing labasan ng Farmer’s may nasalubong akong mag-syota sa kanan, sabi, “‘To naman, binibiro lang kita.”
Kasabay nun meron naman mag-tropang mukhang mas bata kesa sa nauna, sabi, “Niloloko lang kita, hahaha.”
Biro o loko, parehong salitang pang-asar, pang-gago—sabay-bawi.
Originally published in facebook.com/briansahagun