Mestisang yogart / Takaw sa taco

Mestisang Yogart

May matangkad na Greko
Na bumisita sa preso
Natipuhan ng isang Pilipino
At pinakilala sa kanyang apo
Na bumisita rin sa preso

Mahinhin na dalagita
Ang gusto ng banyaga
So nag-date sila sa Luneta
At nagholding-hands pa
Sa ilalim ng mangga

Isang taon ang lumipas
Nagpakasal din sa wakas
Ang nagmamahalang si Tomas
At si Annalyn Bagasbas
Sa simbahan sa Batangas

Isang araw, may naka-realize
Na pinsan ni Lynlyn na si Lyz
Na marami palang sinabing lies
Itong si Tomas na mukhang plays (English: "pliers")
Na minsan ay mukha 'ring katol

Pero bago sila maghiwalay
May isang araw na sila'y sumablay
Dahil itong si Lynlyn na mahalay
Ay gusto palang maging nanay
So nagpabuntis siya kay Tomay

Mestisong bata ang lumabas
Crush ng bayan itong si Kulas
Kaso di niya alam ang panglunas
Sa kanyang pusong butas
Na di kayang takpan maski ng bayabas

So nagtangka ang bonitong mestiso
Na pumunta sa kabilang dako
Nang sa kanya may nagpayo
Na isa ring mestisong gwapo
(Na anak ng maitim na Kano)

Sayang beauty mo sister, sabi niya
Sumama ka nalang sa akin sa Maynila
At doon tayo magpakaganda!
Di tayo bagay maging Shanna
Dahil, hello, mukha tayong artista!

Napangiti si Kulas ng malaki
Kasi finally sa kanya may nakaintindi
Na kapwang magandang lalaki
Na feel din na siya'y pwedeng-pwede
Maging isang BB Gandanghari!

So nagpaparty si Kulas sa kanila
Dahil sa wakas alam na niya
Na siya pala ay isang bakla
And buti cool din si Mama
Na ang anak nya'y maging mestisa


Last Day 3

Ang mestisang yogart: maganda sa mata, maganda sa tiyan.

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Takaw sa taco

'Pag pagod ka na sa katatakbo

Posibleng makaubos ka ng taco 

Sa loob ng limang minuto

Gaya ko

('Yun lang!)

Last Day 4

Magpasalamat ka at sinakop tayo ng iba't ibang bansa.

A Raisin Story

There was a raisin that lived in a land of cool, fresh cucumber hills.  She had a lot of sweet raisin friends and for a time she was happy in her familiar home.

One day, a stranger came to town.  He told tales about the Big City, a place peppered with all sorts of spices and seasonings.

The little raisin wrinkled with excitement.  Pickled fruits!  Intricate garnishings!  The city sounded like a delicious and colorful salad party!  She decided that the city is where she should be.

She climbed out of the refrigerator, crossed the kitchen sink, and skipped over the rice box until finally she arrived at the Big City.

It was everything she thought it would be and more!  She roomed with a couple of maraschino cherries and immediately dove into the pulse of city life.

But after a few years, the raisin turned bitter.  She felt like the city had an overpowering taste and she couldn't blend in.

She began wandering aimlessly around carrot skyscrapers, trying to find substance in the white pepper dust.  She finally stopped at a pool of chili soybean mush.  She squinted as she looked down on the shiny crimson surface, feeling the sting from the reflection of the white onion sky.

Then she saw it, the green cucumber moon.

The raisin remembered the cool cucumber hills but at the same time she knew her home was now this savory, sometimes pungent city.

She realized the reason for her bitterness was because she had treated herself like a condiment, always putting her unique zest on the side.

As the raisin created new dreams, her sweetness oozed.  It flowed through her folds, coating the salad city with her beautiful, suggestive flavor.

This is my salad. What's yours?

Everything-But-The-Kitchen-Sink Salad

DAY 11

I confess I got carried away with the knife and just threw everything I can get my hands on, literally.

First, there was the ripe mango I rejected last night, cooling its heels (er, cheeks?) in the ref, already diced and ready for action.  I placed it in a bowl and mixed in a teaspoon of chili soybean paste.

Then I sliced a red bell pepper into strips and an onion into rings.

Then added a bit of peppered cheese from Holland that I got as a pasalubong.

The only decision I really put some analytical thought into is the addition of raisins to the rest of the gang.  I thought I may have put a little more of the chili paste than what was needed so I threw in something sugary to combat the heat.  Fight!

Happy Random Salad Day to you, too.