Confessions of AttyArj

speak & spell and swimming pool

October 29, 2008
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In today’s “Boy & Kris” episode, Boy Abunda celebrated his bday along with the Going Bulilit Kids, Kaye Brosas and Vice Ganda (who took over Boy and Kris’ hosting jobs for the day).  The episode was about childhood experiences, games, dreams and aspirations.  It was actually a (children’s) party for Boy (maybe he didn’t get one while growing up, hence, the theme full of kids, balloon hats, party games and food).

It was quite interesting to watch because, despite Boy and Kris’ social backgrounds, they actually click not just as co-workers but, more so, as friends.  It was a bit funny also because Kris’ answers to most of the questions asked by Vice and Kay were so different from that of Boy’s. 

When Vice and Kaye asked them what their favorite childhood game was, I Boy mentioned “bahay-bahayan” and the usual neighborhood games while Kris answered “Speak and Spell” (remember that 80’s computer game?).  When asked what their ultimate childhood dream were, Boy said to be able to study in Manila while Kris said to have a swimming pool.  And that’s how the show went by.  The temp hosts even commented about how they cannot relate to Kris’ sosyal childhood.

If you’ll think about it, Kris’ answers may seem too shallow but who can blame her?  She was privileged, the rest of us aren’t, it’s as simple as that.

Like Kris, I also played with “Speak & Spell” but, unlike her, I don’t own one and just borrow from classmates.  Like Kris, I also wanted a pool in our backyard but, then again, that never came true. 

Towards the end of the show, Kris mentioned something about getting almost everything that she wanted but then she lost her Dad (Ninoy Aquino) at such a young age.  She said that was probably why her Dad gave her everything, it was to make up for the time when he’ll no longer be around. 

Hours have passed and yet here I am still thinking of Kris’ remark.  I can’t shake it off because, somehow, it reminded me how lucky I am to still have my Mama and Papa around.  I know I don’t (and shouldn’t) even have to be reminded about it but, sometimes, I tend to forget.

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(3) ShoeMart

September 17, 2008
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As a resident of Pasig for the last six years I became accustomed to being just a stone’s throw away from everything.  With no less than five malls around the corner, my hunger pangs, coffee fixation, bag obsession and shoe addiction are easily satisfied, if not cured.  These malls kept me sane (who ever invented retail therapy is a genius), fit (walking burns calories) and, of course, fashionable and happy (again, retail therapy is the key).

 

Because of the proliferation of malls in the country, not just in the capital city, kahit saan ka lumingon may SM.  In fact, in the Ortigas area alone there are two SMs (SM Megamall and SM Hypermart).

           

Noong 80’s, wala pang SM.  Noon, ang tawag sa tindahan ni Henry Sy ay “ShoeMart”.  Lima (5) pa lang ang branches ng ShoeMart noon and they are strategically located in Manila, Makati, Cubao, Cebu and Ilo-ilo (I can still remember this because the names of the 5 branches were written at the bottom of their plastic bags and I used to recite, correction, sing about it.  No kidding.).  Since the branch in Araneta Center Cubao was the nearest to Rizal, that’s where we go. 

 

Sa loob nang isang taon, siguro mga apat o limang beses lang kaming pumupunta sa ShoeMart para mag-shopping.  Naka-schedule na yun and, usually, in preparation for a special occasion.  Here’s our usual schedule March, before Holy Week (to buy Easter Sunday dress); June, before the start of classes (to buy school supplies); November, before All Saints/Souls Day (to buy candles and sementeryo outfit, hehehe, pag pangit damit mumultuhin) December, before Christmas (to buy Christmas clothes and Christmas gifts).    

 

Pag December, super-special ang trip namin sa Cubao.  Kasi, in addition to our usual ShoeMart visit, pumupunta din kami sa COD, to watch the Christmas window display, at sa Araneta Coliseum, to look at the giant Christmas tree and to watch Disney or Holiday on Ice. 

 

Dahil sa ShoeMart kami namimili, akala ko sosyal ako.  Akala ko mayaman kami.  Hindi pala.  Hindi pala kami “well to do family”.

 

Noong 80’s, ang politically correct term para sa mga mayayaman ay “well to do family”.  Let’s use that in a sentence.  ‘Michelle is a beautiful girl, she hails from Antipolo and comes from a well to do family’.  Oh ‘di ba, politically correct at pang textbook yan.

 

Anyway, na-discover kong hindi kami ‘well to do’ kasi yung family ni Sheila, my grade school best friend, sa Rustans, Ansons at LandMark nag-sa-shopping.  “Saan yon?”, I asked.  She told me, “sa Makati, near ShoeMart Makati”.  “Ahhh”, sabi ko.  I pretended that I knew what she was talking about kahit, sa totoo lang, hindi pa ako nakakatapak sa ShoeMart Makati. 

 

When I got home that day, I asked Mama why we don’t shop in Makati.  She told me it was far from our place and that it was a bit expensive to shop there.  That was the end of it.  I didn’t ask her to bring me there.  Hindi ko na rin siya kinulit about the different shops in Makati, after all ShoeMart Cubao is good enough for me.  Kahit halos kalahati ng mga girls sa class kapareho ko ng damit at sapatos pag Christmas party okay lang, mas maganda naman ang ipit ko.


rosary sa belt ng uniform

September 10, 2008
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Because of the hours we spent together everyday traveling to and from school, todo todo ang bonding namin sa service (remember the “red Tamaraw”?).  Mahaba at malalim ang mga kwentuhan, pag hindi natapos, to-be-continued kinabukasan. 

Maraming tanong na gustong sagutin at problemang gustong bigyan ng solusyon.  Ganon kami ka-seryoso sa buhay. 

Paano makukumpleto ang sticker books na Smurfs at Care Bears kung pare-pareho lang ang laman ng mga sticker packs na nabibili sa store? 

Pag nailagay ba sa refrigerator yung kisses (air-fresheners that look like mini beads and come in different colors and scents) tatagal ang amoy nito?  Mag-aanak o dadami ba ang kisses pag hinati sa gitna?  Eh kung ibabad kaya sa tubig?

Paano ko iko-convince si Mama na dagdagan nang P1.25 ang baon kong pera para may pambili ako ng Mountain Dew.

At ang medyo matagal na naging topic:  Paano natin matatakasan ang mga Satanista?

Hindi ko alam kung saan talaga nanggaling ang kwento tungkol sa mga Satanista.  Sa mga nakalimot na (o naglilimut-limutan lang), ang mga Satanista ay sumikat noong Dekada 80.  Ang Satanismo ay isang ‘kulto’ o grupo nang masasamang loob (ewan ko kung bakit yun ang tawag sa mga kriminal dito sa Pilipinas) na di-umano’y suma-samba kay Satan.  Sila ay nang-ki-kidnap, umiinom ng dugo at kumakain ng mga bata.  Malaki raw ang organisasyon nila, maraming miembro at laganap sa buong Maynila (sa tono ng mga kwento, parang walang Satanista sa probinsya, hindi ko rin alam kung bakit.  Kung iisipin nakakatawa kasi kahit sa masasamang balita tila discriminated ang mga taga probinsiya). 

Dahil malayo ang bahay namin school, sobra kaming affected ng mga bali-balita tungkol sa mga Satanista.  Takot na takot kami at hindi halos nag-uusap habang nasa service dahil para kaming mga sundalong naka-red allert.  Ibang klaseng kaba ang naramdaman namin nung mga panahong yon.  Para kaming mga nominated housemates ni Kuya (ng Big Brother, haaaayy, slow!) at elimination night na.  Imagine, 45 minutes ang biyahe pauwi sa amin at, dahil back and forth, halos 1 ½ hours kaming exposed sa daan, pwedeng pwedeng kaming dukutin ng mga Satanista.  

Ayon sa alamat (alamat na ngayon pero dati totoong-totoo ang dating nito sa amin), malalaking tao raw ang mga satanista, nakaitim na damit na may itim na hood at mapupula at malilisik ang mga mata. 

Kahit ginusto ko man, hindi ko napatunayan ang mga bagay na ito.  Wala akong nakitang satanista o taong pula at malilisik ang mga mata.  Kasi naman makakita lang ako ng taong naka-itim, karipas na ako ng takbo.

Sabi ng mga madre at teacher sa Siena, hindi raw totoo ang mga Satanista, kaya lang, sabi ng Lola ko, mag-ingat daw ako at baka makuha ako ng mga Satanista.  Sinong papaniwalaan ko?  Aba, siempre ang Lola ko! 

Para makaligtas at hindi makita ng mga satanista, may naisip na paraan ang isa kong classmate, maghawak daw kami ng rosary habang nasa labas ng school.  Dahil wala akong maisip na iba o mas mabuting paraan, sinunod ko ang brilliant idea ni Gonzales.  Sa paniniwalang magiging ‘invisible’ ako sa paningin ng mga Satanista, I brought out my rosary.  At, para mas effective, isinabit ko pa ito sa belt ng uniform ko.  Kahit mukha akong Dominican Nun na may rosary sa bewang, ginawa ko yun for one week. 

Makalipas ang ilang buwan, wala ng balita tungkol sa mga Satanista.  Wala nang panganib.  Wala nang takot at kaba.  Kulitan na ulit pag-katapos ng klase.  Kwentuhan na ulit sa service. 

Siguro, tama si Miss Ramos at si Sister, mali si Lola.  Siguro, naging maingat na ang mga bata at wala na silang ma-kidnap.  Siguro, effective talaga ang nakasabit na rosary sa belt ng uniform.


Oil Panic

September 10, 2008
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Sa mga “red Tamaraw” boys, ang ka-bonding ko si Emerson.  Naging close kami probably because, in addition to being magka-service, we were classmates for a number of years.  Since alphabetical ang sectioning sa Siena, pareho kaming Section N (from SIENA).  If I remembered it correctly, that’s the section for those whose surnames begin with the letters GHIJKLM.

 

Pag-uwian na, usually magkatabi kami ni Emerson sa service kaya nang ma-uso ang Game & Watch, lagi akong una sa pag-hiram.

 

When it comes to Game & Watch(ing) Emerson ‘is the Man’ kasi he has a lot.  If my memory serves me right, I think meron siyang Popeye, Octopus, Parachute, Chef at Donkey Kong.  Halos kasing dami ng G&W nung mama na nag-paparenta sa tapat ng gate ng Siena.  Yung nakatali ang mga Game & Watch sa kariton para hindi manakaw.

 

Although meron din akong G&W, ung Mickey Mouse na sumasalo ng itlog, medyo bored na’ko dun kaya lagi akong humihiram kay Emerson.  At dahil favorite ka-service n’ya ako, ako ang priority, ako ang unang pipili.  In fact, ako lang ang pwedeng mag-uwi ng mga G&W nya, yung iba, hanggang service lang ang playing time.

 

Nang mauso ang G&W, nakalimutan ko na si Barbie at ang pangarap kong doll house.  Naging semi-obsessed ako sa handheld games.  Nagkataon, nag-balikbayan ulit sina Lola Luz at Lolo Emong tapos isinama nila si Mama sa HongKong.  Siempre, isa lang ang bilin ko — bagong Game & Watch.  When they got back from HK, super excited ako sa mga pasalubong, HK yun, kapitbahay ng States (that’s what I thought, bata pa ako noon at wala pang alam sa Geography), balita ko madaming nabibiling imported doon.  

  

Hindi naman ako nabigo, madaming pasalubong si Mama.  She gave me and ate a new radio/casette player, super handy yun, pwedeng dalahin sa school pag may practice ng presentation (kumbaga sa I-Pod, parang I-Pod mini, hehehe).  She also gave me a Casio watch.  Pero ang highlight at ang pinaka-special ay yung bago naming “Multi-screen” Game & Watch — it was called “Oil Panic”.  Here’s how it looks like.

Oil Panic
Oil Panic

In Oil Panic, the station helper on the upper screen catches drops of oil from a leaking pipe. Once caught, he needs to go out onto the verander [on lower screen] and empty the bucket into his bosses oil drum. Missing a drop from the pipe or missing the bosses oil drum loses a life. Game is unique in having 4 lives [2 misses on top and 2 misses on bottom screen] and has good playability, quite a classic.

How to Play. Two customers are waiting at a gas station to fuel up. Meanwhile, an oil leak from a pipe on the third floor is causing confusion. Move Station Helper left and right by pressing the control buttons to catch the leaks in his bucket. Oil falls in drops. Helper’s bucket holds three drops. Move Helper out to veranda to pour the oil in his bucket into the Boss’s oil drum on the second floor. Be Careful not to drop oil on the waiting customers.*

The next day, excited akong pumasok sa school kasi I’ll be able to show off my new G&W.  At that time, wala pang may double deck na G&W sa klase namin, ako pa lang.  Dahil bawal ang G&W sa klase, I had to contain myself and wait until the dismissal.  Kaya lang, when the bell rang, napa-isip ako, parang ayaw ko nang ilabas sa bag yung bago kong G&W.  Paano kung pag-kaguluhan, madumihan, mahulog, or worst, masira?  Naku, aawayin ako ni Ate.  Papagalitan ako ni Mama.  ‘Di bale na, tsaka na lang pag medyo luma na, medyo clumsy kasi yung iba kong classmates, sa service ko na lang ilalabas. 

 

Pag dating ko sa service, excited na ang mga ka-service ko.  Nabalitaan na pala nila kay Ate yung bago kong Oil Panic.  Siempre, pinahiram ko agad sila, alam ko iingatan at hindi nila yun sisirain.  Pinahiram ko rin si Emerson para at least makabawi naman ako sa mga bateryang inubos ko sa mga G&W nya.

 

Hindi ko na maalala kung anong record ko sa Oil Panic, ang natatandaan ko lang hindi ako ang top scorer, ang dami kasing nang-hiram, mas magaling pa sa akin.  Kainis.

 

 

* www.gameandwatch.com

 


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