Bathala (Isang maikling kwento) Pt. 2

Gabi na ng makarating sila Loring at Ala sa bahay...
O nay anjan na pala kayo... sambit ni Bel... anung oras kayo umalis duon?
Ala... ikaw ba yan? tungo ang isinagot ng binata sa kanyang nakatatandang pinsan...
Ang laki mo na... nung huling nagkita tayo uhugin ka pa... kantiyaw ni Bel sa binata...
Ngiti lang ang ibinalik ng binata... na halatang naiilang sa kanyang pinsan...
UM SIGE ALA... AGINANA TA PAY BAGO TAYO MANGAN... sambit ni Loring sa pamangkin...
WEN ANTI... AYAN NA TI CR YO ANTI... MAKAISBU AK LAUNAYEN... pagtatanong ng binata...
Dumerecho ka lang... yang tumbok ang cr... nagulat si ala sa isinagot ng ate... kitang kita ni Bel ang pagtataka sa mga mata ng pinsan...
nakakaintindi ako... kame... hindi nga lang makasalita... paano kase ang mga nanay... ilokano kame pag kausapin... sige na umuhi ka na... baka maihian mo pa yang pantalon mo... biro ni Bel
BEL AGAO KAN TA MANGAN TAYON... MABISINAK KON... utos ng nanay sa anak...
kumain na po kame... kayo nalng po... balik ng anak
ALA DARSEM... TA MANAGAN TAN... sigaw ng tiyahin sa pamangkin...
simple lang ang bahay nila aling Loring, isang bungalong bahay na merong tatlong kwarto, dalawa ang CR at ang tindahan ni BEL ay ang dating garaheng hindi na daanan ng kahit anong sasakyan mula ng itayo ang bahay.
MANGA KA NGA NALALAENG TA SUMUROT KA KANYA NI MANANG MO NU BIGAT... AG GATANG KAYO TI LAKO... sabay subo sa malamig na kanin bg matangda
WEN ANTE... tipid na sagot ng binata
ALA... SIKA TI AGINAW A? KEN TI PAGTURUGAM KET IDTA SALAS... singit ng tiyahin.
WEN ANTE... ulit na sagot ni ala.
Gaya ng nakagawian sa probinsya, alas 4 palang ng umaga ay gising na si ala at tangan tangan ang isang tasang kape.
Gising ka na pala... ang aga a... excited? tanong ni Bel habang nag hihilamos sa lababo sa ng kusina.
Opo ate... ganito po kase ang gising namen sa tayug... sagot ng binata
Sige maghahanda nako maya-maya aalis na tayo... bilin ni Bel
Sya nga pala... marunong ka bang magluto?  tanong ng ate
Opo ate... mabilis na sagot ni ala...
Buti naman... sige magluto ka na ng agahan naten... itlog nalang para mabilis tapos isangag mo na yung tirang kanin kagabe... utos ni Bel
Mag aalas nuebe na ng makabalik sila Bel mula sa palengke... sakay ng trisikel...
Ala iderecho mo na sa tindahan yung mga nakakahon... tapos yung mga naka plastik sa loob ng bahay ha... bayad ho manong... saad ni bel
Hindi na sumagot si Ala at dagliang binuhat ang mga karton ng delata at asukal papasok ng tindahan...
Good morning mama! saad ni Waki sa ina.... saan ka galing? tsaka sino yang kasama mo?
Si Juaqin Antonio ang limang taong gulang na binata ni bel... bibo ang bata at paminsan pinsay pilyo din.
Good morning baby? did you eat your breakfast? sabay yapos at halik sa anak ni bel.
Sabay tyo? lambing ng anak. Sige tara! nakangiting sambit ni Bel.
Nakatambay si ala sa labas, naglabas ng kaha ng yosi sabay subo sa isa. habang nagsisindi ay lumapit ang isang binata sa kanya.
Pare kila manang Loring ka ba? Oo pinsan ko sya... sagot ni Ala sa binata.
Ako nga pala si Jojo... dito ko sa kabila nakatira... boy nila... anong pangalan mo pards? sabay abot ng kamay kay Ala.
Ala... tipid na sagot nito... maraming tropa dito pare... pag libre ka sama ka saken... duon sa kanto laro tayo ng basketball...
Hindi ko sigurado... papaalam muna ko kila ate... sagot ni Ala
ALA! AYAN NAM? pasigaw na sigaw ni aling loring sa binata
ARIDTAN ANTI! sigaw na sagot ng binata sabay tapak sa sigarilyo.
Sige pare pasok nako... saad ni ala kay jojo.
Sige pards basta pag libre ka dito lang ako sa kabila... papasok na din ako... magiikot pa ko ng aso... paalam ni Jojo sa bagong kaibigan.
Nakangiting pumasok si Ala sa bahay... nakangiti marahil natutuwa sa bagong kakilala...


Itutuloy

A Crime of Passion...

Putang ina mong hindut ka! walang makikinabang sayo kundi ako lang!
Ang kapal ng muka mo, sabe mo ako lang ang mahal mo, bakit ngayon ayaw mo na sa akin!
Tang inang buhay to! andaming iba jan, bakit ako pa? pangit ba ako? mas magaling ba sya sa akin?
Basta! putang ina mo! hindi kita ipapaubaya sa iba, sa akin ka lang!
Selfish na kung selfish, pero masisisi nyo ba ako kung grabeng sakit ang nararamdaman ko? Putang ina kaseng lalake to, nakatikim lang ng iba, basta-basta nalang akong papalitan!
Lecheng buhay to! pero hindi ako susuko, kung hindi ka mapupunta sa akin, puwes hindi ka rin nya mapapakinabangan! akin ka lang!
Paalam at Patawad.
BANG!!!

IPAGDASAL NATEN ANG MGA NAWALA AT MGA NAWALAN, PAREHAS LANG SILANG BIKTIMA NG PANAHON AT PAGKAKATAON.

NAWAY HULI NA ANG PATAYAN NA NAGANAP SA PAGITAN NG DALAWANG BATANG LALAKI NA NAGANAP SA ISANG SIKAT NA PASYALAN SA LUGAR NG ATING MGA CABALEN.

Tigil Pasada and Gaycheater et al.

2 big news hits Philippines yesterday and today, Mayweather's controversial victory and the Nation wide transport strike.

First stop, the controversy over Mayweather's victory over Ortiz, some say it's cheating some it's all legal, for sure he'll rant and run his mouth on how clean he is and being undefeated for the longest time but as long as he's ducking our pambansang kamao, his balls are just as small as a 3 month old male pussy, so to Mr. Floyd GayCheater, please grow some balls.

Second, NATION WIDE TRANSPORT STRIKE, it aint shit as they've claimed it will be, sure everything is done for a good cause and am up with them, but the planning and execution is very very weak, I would say.

They claimed that everything will be 90% paralyzed, public transportation wise, and some 4,000 public utility vehicles will not run today, not true, BS.
On a daily basis am using the public transportation for work, and earlier this day, the situation is no different from the past 2 years that I have used it, everything is abundant, from people, to vendors, to traffic enforcers, to jeeps and buses.

What they have claimed is baseless and weak, how I'd wished I saw and witnessed what they have claimed on my early routine, so we can get our message across to our government and to the oil players, but until they would walk their talk, the government and the BIG THREES will constantly turn a blind eye and a deaf ear to their cries.

If I were on their seats, what could I have done is this, first, I would convince all OPERATORS to be on the same boat with me, second, we will plan, an ample time to prepare what would be our agendas and activities for the said date, so everything will be organized, third, on the said day, I would have all jeeps, buses, FXs, Taxis, or basically all the transport sectors, to shut down their engines for a while, say 3 to 5 hours, from 5am till 12noon, or from 7am  till 12noon.
I can guarantee you, your presence will be felt, here's my logic behind my plan, if were to plan an all day transport strike, chances are it will not be felt, why? let's put into the picture their means of living, if they would not go out the entire day, then they will not eat, however, if they were to halt going out on a 5 hour limit, they would still eat, although not a 3 day meal, but still they would eat, it's better to have some than nothing at all.

Also, one of the angels that am looking at why the strike is weak is that, we still have kababayans who are opportunists and selfish, opportunists in a sense that, if everyone will be on strike and I will go out, chances are my earnings will be doubled, but in reality all operators thought the same way, so when the day comes, everyone goes out and a few are left to hold the strike.
Selfish, until they will realize the ultimate cause of the cry is for the common good, the shouts and cries of our transport sector kababayans will be just be another honk of their annoying horns, it's annoying but it's not a long term itch.

Man's Best Friend

I've been a dog lover the moment I came to this beautiful world of ours.
I was bitten a couple of times, if am not mistaken around six or seven, both dogs that I know and I don't, name it, from a simple leg bite to knocking me down on my belly and start to devour my back type of attack, but it never led me to have trauma or hate against this man's bestfriend.
My first dog is pasaki, a mid sized askal whom feets are like the japs, that's why my folks called her pasaki, in our native tongue it's simply sakang.
Although am very young at that time, but I can clearly remember she's the most obedient and protective not just for me but for the entire clan.
I cried tons of tears when she finally said goodbye to us, it was tough but heck that's how it works.

We had a couple more, but a standout is our dog THUNDER, a macho type of askal, pure white with broad shoulders and big head, he's a siga in our place.
He roams around in our street for two reasons, to get laid and get into a fight with other sigas, on a daily basis, after his rounds, bite marks and blood is very very obvious because of his white fur.
On my opinion, I think he fathered 60% of the living askals in our street, most of them is his litter.
Sadly, he never reached his dying age, and bad for us he never died before our eyes, what happened is, he went to his usual rounds but never came back, God knows what happened to him, and God bless his soul.
Thunder is very very memorable for our family, he only bit two people my cousin and our helper's kid, but thing is, he bit them on their heads, luckily no one died or get crippled, but don't get me wrong, although he may looked like a very vicious dog but he's sweet as a kid.

After this stud, the last dog that we had that is named is ALAIN, a balbunin askal lass, which is a sweet sweet dog, like our past dogs she's a very obedient and protective dog.
She produced a lot of litters, whom from her litter started our bizarre way of no name dogs, we had 3 dogs that bears no IDs, we just called them by sound, another thing is that I don't know how the dogs developed it but it seemed that they are afraid of us touching them.
With this dogs, I think I only touched them 2 or 5 times, max that is.

After which, a friend of mine gave me his meaty mouthed Chinese sharpie, a stubborn but very protective dog, she's my first experience in terms of having a foreign bred dog.
She stayed with just for 2 years, she produced a litter, but like her mom, she died very early, based from my research, sharpie's  prone from kidney deceases, and she and her pup died from it.
Sharpie introduced in knowing dogs little bit deeper, she introduced me to Cesar Millan.
I got her when she's still 6 mos, our first taste of bonding is chaos, Am all prepped-up for a long walk, but she won't budge, for some reason, I want to go north but she wants to go south, ending is that it becomes a tag of war.

The supposed first walk awesome experience didn't turn out the way I want it to be, I was furious and curious at the same time, why this bitch won't follow my lead, fuck it.
So I went to my PC and research the day away about walking dogs, alas I stumble upon the great Cesar Millan, I learned a lot that day, not just how to walk your dog, but dog psychology that is, I learned the Cesar Way.
After I read Cesar Millan's tips, my next session with my dog is a bliss, I get to walk her around our street, and the rest is history, I became the alpha dog and she get's to do what I want her to do, sweet.

When sharpie turned 1 or so, I got my self a male 2xl rottie, I got my massive dog when he's still 3 mos, and man he can down a whole fucking horse in 1 meal, his appetite, is unbelievable.
I got a lot of questions and eyebrow raising when I had him, wailer, because of the breed's reputation, second human killer of all time behind the dreaded pitbull terriers.
He looked vicious and huge, but he's a gentle giant, although am not the great Cesar Millan, not even close to him, but I have him in control, he behaves the way I want him to behave.
He's now 3 years old and he's fit and huge, he only barks when a stranger get's near our gate, which is a good sign that he's protecting our property.

Whenever he have our routine walks, we only walk, he ignores barking dogs, cars, motorcycles, people, kids, he just walk, but whenever a dog get's near us, he stops and just stand tall ready to protect his A-DOG whenever the need is urgent, but he get's into his walking mode whenever the strange dog walks away.

One good thing about my dog is that it's like he knows me well, whenever I have a bad day, he'll  just sit beside me and look me dead straight in the eye, as if  saying everything will be fine man shrugged it off, I will not talk, I'll just sit here and let's kill it down with silence, or if am having a blast, he always knows, he'll just ran and chase his behind pointlessly, as if saying were celebrating boss.

I hope wailer will live up to his expected age and he's a big help for me, considering that most of the time am away from my wife and daughter due to some reasons.
An ideal companion, a friend who never talks back and whine whenever he's having his day, thank God for our true best friends.

Juvenile Delinquency

If I were to put meaning for Juvenile Delinquency, it's NEGLIGENCE.
This has been a cancer, not just for our home but for others as well, who terrorizes homes and streets alike.

It's a hot topic for now, because of the HAMOG BOYS, who victimize motorists both public and private. Their MO (modus operandi) is simple, someone will distract the driver or the passenger by opening doors of their opposite sides, while 1 or 2 of their cohorts are simply inching their way on the other side, waiting for the perfect timing to open the driver's or passenger's side door, and grab whatever they can put their hands to, hoping that it would be a valuable or a cash, on which they can sell or pawn in exchange for a RUGBY MONEY. So please lock your doors and roll up your windows, most especially if your caught in a bad traffic or hailed by a traffic light.

Our senate tribunal are inclined in amending the "JUVENILE DELINQUENCY LAW", am not an expert in terms of the homeland laws, but to my opinion, which am positive is close to the real deal, an age limit is set for one to be jailed if they have committed criminal acts, and those who failed to meet the required age will be put into a quasi-jail, wherein they will be counseled or whatever, in a nutshell, if you're under the legal age and you committed a crime, you will not be jailed.

Going back to my point of view, these prohibition is being looked at since, as per our government, JUVENILE DELINQUENT is up on the rise these past few weeks or months. Another argument is that, syndicates who's capital are these so called STREET TEENS are taking advantage of the law, since no one is put to jail, if they will be caught.
All of these are valid and intelligent ideas and arguments, but on my own opinion, you don't need to have an IQ of 1,000,000 to figure it out.

Like what I said, this is pure and simple negligence of those who brought them to this cruel world.
The Hamog boys and other thousands of street kids are treated like wild dogs, like litters of the breed, they are left out to make it on their own, parents don't give a shit if they will make it or not, they've done their part, get them in this tricky world.
Being a parent myself, it's sad to face this reality, that still they are parents who can afford to let this once adorable babies into a monster who will eventually will and currently victimize helpless people on the streets.
Having said that, like what my parents did, I would provide emotional, spiritual, physical and all the  positive "-als" in the world, to my litters, so they would grow up a descent and responsible citizens of our nation, like their pedigrees.

I know a lot will say, most especially for our less fortunate brethren, that life is hard and they are born poor, blah-blah-blah banter excuses, but as the old Filipino saying goes, "HINDI MO KASALANAN KUNG PINANGANAK KANG MAHIRAP, PERO KASALANAN MO KUNG MAMATAY KANG MAHIRAP" so please, let's spare our children from this miserable state of mind, if we're born poor, let's find a way to make our lives easier, in a good and descent way that is, or better yet, if your too lazy to feed yourself, just let it be yourself.
I know this is a far fetched idea but it's doable, it's just a matter of which side your on.

Another point of view is that The Hamog boys are no different from brats who grew up in a posh subdivision, who drives 5 cars, and all they do is party day and night , and will curse violently if the food that is being served is cold as a dead seal, who terrorizes their parents, their maids, village/mall/parking lot guards, private and public motorists, and other beings whom they feel hassles their groove.
The only difference is that for the HAMOG boys a MANGO is a fruit while for the latter a MANGO is a brand.
But to some it up, they are both the same, NEGLECTED TEENS. Again, this is just my opinion.

Hope a day will come where we can enjoy our ride and have zero concerns for all intersection stops that someone will grab our stuffs from our unlocked doors and rolled down windows.
This will day will only come if all parents will provide enough love and care to their litters.

To our lawmakers/senators, good luck!