adventures in neverland

pls click here for my tagaytay adventure in december. if you care.) sunday. two in the afternoon. january twenty seven. the sun was at its hottest. while a cold wind was blowing, i still removed my sweater because it was not enough to ease the sun's angry rays. elbowing with other shoppers, we made our way into the depths of the market place looking for jackfruit. one vendor told us that it was not in season, so it would be hard to find. but we were undaunted. like seasoned shoppers, the harder to find the thing is, the more determined we are to get it.  the "it's not in season" is for the novice, the callow, the weak. we are the opposite. we are seasoned. we are ripe for picking the best, not for the picking. there were mangoes, green, yellow, ripe. seductive. alluring. pineapples with their promise of sweet, juicy meat inside. but we ignored them. yellow, tiny bananas abound. watermelons too, big as basketballs, even bigger. heralding the advent of s...

the secretive dyslex, a former entertainment journalist, finally told me the reason why he left his last job at a showbiz magazine. over bottles of beer and loads of gossips about celebrities, models, actors, politicians, he admitted that he was indeed  fired from his old job after writing up his interview in a q&a fashion about the then hottest bold actress - consuella de v. we all know her - pretty mestiza looks, milky white complexion, long black hair, big breasts, long legs, and nothing more. she can't act, can't sing, can't dance, can't say a coherent sentence even in filipino, though she tried hard to also speak in english. but her down to earth personality, innocent, honest but often times funny quips won her many adoring fans, including veteran entertainment journalists. %%%%%%% the following is dyslex's story, unedited, unabridged, it's a warm sunny day in april made even hotter by the presence of consuella de v - her curvy body, huge bre...

(to read the first part of this odyssey, click here ) bone tired, ravenous, with painful joints from sitting nearly four hours in an old jeepney that bounced lyk a horse on bumpy, dustry roads and aching for a cold, cold shower, we arrived in sagada at a little past one in the afternoon. the sun was at its hottest, it felt lyk summer in december. i thought by going to banaue and sagada, i would escape the heat in manille. how totally wrong was i. to say that i was disappointed upon reaching sagada is an understatement. aside from the chilly weather, i was expecting a rustic village and sceneries straight from a botong francisco painting - people working on the rice fields, women washing clothes in the river, children playing with carabaos along muddy fields, houses built of nipa and bamboo and surrounded by vegetation. (bahay kubo comes to mind) instead, a thriving community with rows of concrete houses reminiscent of those in affluent villages in makati and alaban...