From China W/ Love (part 1)

MEMO: (To Jet Li & Jacky): albeit this unearthings, you two will remain my KungFu Masters. Just help me bargain w/ your "NO-english" DVD peeps the next time they thump at our door.

Here comes a thief in the night, the Rider of the "Dead",

who would knock at someone's entrance in the daybreak,

..for my freaking subject from a vendor's courtyard..

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the closed-to decaying cadaver of which are strewn here after, w/ no love

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neither w/ care nor mercy..





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poor CHINESE CHICKEN ! (rich however with worms, ewww!!)





taken amongst the deceased, .. de-feathered & bubbled in baking water...

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by "reliable" matadors, who were paid to do the creative string of re-butcherings while sleeveless, shoe-less & maybe, showerless? (just asking) he he...

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Odor's [the dead wings, not the armpits] is extremely pungent that eve the most professional berdugo among them would puke...

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not to be missed is the mad-orgy of the chinky-eyed meat in junked bathtub whose filthy water quicken the meat's rotting process..

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dyed and tenderdized in the floorboards to bury its grisly past..

Presenting w/ Pride: the mouth watering, sinfully delightful, charcoled Chicken from China.

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Rumors has it that China does'nt have strict laws regulating food processing; and various "business-only" companies went underground via Hongkong address to transport their "original" good worldwide.

(photosource: flew from the inbox of my [adidas] fanatic pre' - Nep C of Qatar)

Buying Rice is never Fun

The Farmer’s song
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Planting rice is never fun,

Bending over 'til set of sun.

Cannot sit, cannot stand,

Plant the seedlings all by hand.

WHATTA-SONG FROM THE SOILED HANDS WHO FED US!
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Being a next of kin to blue-blooded farmer-clan in Kalibo, I don’t need to act the song-out to feel how my indigent blood-kins feel. I could relate with the lyric’s heart-pulling substance as repeatedly I saw them in dim portrait of today’s land-tillers - who labor like a Carabao just to produce the coveted grains of life for everyone.
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In a more sober note, after FVR’s black-out ridden years, ERAP’s betting cum looting heydays and GMA’s rice-deficiency term (yah among others), the agricultural turned-commercial country’s Chief Commander was catapulted anew in the universal limelight. The supreme latter, says her hecklers, will happily-ever-after STAY amidst the face of a newborn mayhem that fraught her stomach-crisis regime. The average-Jose and Maria, who under the freaking sun dares

The Bottleneck queue,
to catch 2 Kg manna from heaven down an open street, - the feted and much sought NFA Rice - sold furiously fast like hotcakes and had since persisted to draw MORE (as in more) never-say-die attitude crowds day after day, from dawn till dusk.

Even if a number of cheaper-rice patrons could be downright hostile & embarrassing, their grits and bearing couldn’t be blamed in this hard and uncertain time. It’s survival of the fittest out-there ‘huh. Passing a great queue for hours and for days to merely grab a plastic bag of P18 or so worth of rice w/c offers a meager cutback of P25 each, surely, is not a plain task. And as global prices for rice surge to an increasing level, the world's biggest importer/exporter (ah, the Philippines) shows terrible signs of being gripped by the blow. Truth to be told, experts detected: the quandary is not by the supplies but by the cost. And rightly so, behind

The Missing Harvest,
are crooked traders and hoarders whose rare talent for gluttony plunges the nation & its dying inhabitant into further turmoil or gripe and

The [other] Million Peso Question,in this whale of issue is: what does the future holds for a country like ours that's been in the brink of economic abyss? Only time would tell.

NOW WHERE AM I? yes, singing....

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Magtanim ay di biro
Maghapong nakayuko
Di naman makaupo
Di naman makatayo.

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It brought me close to tears to see from TV abroad my desperate Kababayan who queue diligently for that low-cost rice of the Government, I can’t help but: FEEL SORRY for the weak, the very young and old among them; PRAY that I could (w/ all my heart) stretch my hand to the likeS of them back home; and BE GRATEFUL for the gift of bread and rice that are w/in our means and in-abundance here.

photocredit: Kapuso Network

Kulimlim

For the freaking month that was badly stained w/ red, yellow & black, my written-elegy would be this. A piece I once submitted to, and well-mused by poetic members of the Pinoy Penster Community.

Chew its surreal over, relish the gist after, AND: Fret not.
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Pagkagat ng takipsilim sa paligid
Malaniyebeng hangin ng Langit nangunyapit
Kidlat at Kulog kaduelo ng ulan at takot
Malaimpaktong sugo ng nakangising Diablo
Dinaluhong ispirito ng santong kabayo’t aso
Sa halip na makitawa ka,
pakinggan pahiwatig nya
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Litrato ng balisang kapwa mo
Makapigil hininga, makapanindig balahibo
Pagkatao’t hwisyo winasiwas ng mga delubyo
May kaluluwa namang maari pang isalba
Habang may ulirat, abutin sugatang puso nya
Sa balon ng kabaliwa’t kamatayan agawin sya

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Pagpupugay sa naimbentong titik
Ipit na hinagpis sa papel naiuukit
Luha sa nakamaskarang mukha
Dahil sa tula, pagdurusa malayang naiwika
Paglipas ng gabing tinigib ng magarbong unos
Bahaghari nawa'y umarko sa pagtatapos

Blast 2: The Burning Print

Upon twin tragedies that plagued of late this "Land of man-made and Promise", I plot urging the Great and the Almighty bosses-in-white here to declare March as a National catastrophe month in line with the more infamous Earth Day 'fete. Hence, pardon your "pro-peace" author for chit-chatting you an exta story of misfortune that would seemed to only pamper your already beleaguered senses.

The catastrophe this time had too, the riveting elements of a perfect Thriller: just this one's more piercing, perilous & lavishly gory if weigh against that of illegal WHouse' upheaval (see my Blast 1: Hero's Homecoming post), it sneered the latter's scary scenes so even more. (hmm., now I'm the one beleaguered! .)

More of Que Horror. The tragedy came to pass in the thoroughfare I (used to) cross and survived every-freaking Office day. I value now why God gifted me w/ a Cat's supernatural life, - right guess, to bring you someday this freaking tale. I knew the "cursed" highway so well, perhaps very well that I onced prophesied the morbid scenario to my ever-doubting street gang - but what I imagined ain't as dire & ferocious as what you'll about to see down under. Gridlocked traffic crawled through by many road thugs in much-coveted past lane is undeniably, - a breeding ground of D-I-S-A-S-T-E-R !

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The Tragedy that Was -

Abu Dhabi-Dubai highway of Ghantoot, March 11

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....kilometric chain of cars resembles a warzone

smitten & stitched by common thread that painfully binds them..

a radical departure of saying their tinted and dismal goodbyes..

jaws dropped, griefs spilled, as delirious survivors bid a tearful adieu to their modern beast ...

my acknowledgment went to every helping hands who saved the grateful rest from sure perdition..

another wrenching experience. a darker moment that herald the return of another dreadful summer..
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The Mystery Photo & Photographer in the rear ..

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Whoever/wherever you are, YOU DID A RAGING JOB bro! So as we believed you to be safe from flying debris' of vehicles and human torso, would you pls. get out of your box and claim your freaking medal and cash? -not after some fake experts claimed what is rightfully yours. (And then forget not AJ).

- to be continued...(jst in case some morbid outhere want more something like this )..

[PHOTOS COURTESY: GulfNews & Xpress ]