pasaherong bata sa eroplano

pag nasa eroplano ako’t may nagsasalita o umiiyak na bata, tinitingnan ko agad ang mga kasama kong pasahero. dalawa lang naman ang reaksyon nila: kukunot ang noo o ngingiti o matutuwa. dito sa amerika, maraming mga pasahero ang ayaw na may katabing bata. ako? ok lang na umiyak o madaldal na bata. ang ayoko lang ay kung may bata sa likod ko’t tinatadyakan ang silya ko. putangina, yon ang nakaka-asar.

may mga pangako pang tutuparin at milya pang biyahe bago pumikit

nagtapos ako ng kolehiyo nung 1988. pinalad naman akong makakita agad ng pagkakakitaan. nagbakasyon lang ako ng isang buwan tapos kayod na agad. di pa ako nagpahinga kahit minsan, di kasama siyempre yung mga bakasyon paminsan-minsan. dalawampu’t siyam na taon na pala. malapit na akong mag limampu’t dalawang taong gulang. at matagal pa bago ako magretiro. sana patuloy pa rin ang suwerte ko sa aking hanap-buhay. sana magpatuloy pa rin ang suwerte ko sa buhay.

 

Groper of Pussies

From GOP (Groper of Pussies) 

to GOP (Groper of Prepubescents) 

Mexico Earthquake

i was in mexico city during the night of the big intensity 8.2 quake. tweeted i was safe and was contacted by CNN immediately.

the producers of CNN are exceptionally competent: in less than ten minutes, they were able to contact me, do a quick Q&A, and schedule a quick interview.

Daraan lamang nina Agat Morallos at Tina Balajadia

Di ko inakalang
Aabot sa dulo
Na magwawakas yaring pag-ibig mo

Parang isang awit
Minsa’y parang langit
Minsan mayron ding ligaya at pait

May lambing man ang himig
May tamis man ang titik
Balewala pa rin ang tinig

Mayro’ng hangganan
Mayro’ng katapusan
Akala’ y aabot kailanman
Pag-ibig mo pala ay daraan lamang

Dati’y laging nariyan
At inaawitan
Ang pusong akalang di ka bibitaw

Aking natutuhan
Ang ika’y hayaan
At tatanggaping di tayo kailanman

Daraan lamang nina Agat Morallos at Tina Balajadia 

what i do

This is why I love Barcelona: they use our products. But seriously, I love to be working for a company that develops smart city solutions that help large urban areas like the City of Barcelona have safe water – think Flint, Michigan and you’ll know what I mean.
 
I’ve been asked many times by friends and relatives what I do for a living and have found it hard to articulate it during small talk in a way that would be interesting and not too technical. Mom, this is what I do.
 
Enjoy the video. If you look intently, you might find me in a Hitchcock/Stan Lee kind of cameo 🙂



My mom’s morcon

I made morcon for the first time this Christmas. I wanted to learn how to make this since I started cooking and this time, it’s personal.

I grew up eating morcon every Christmas and I associate its smell and taste with happy family memories. The round shape, by the highway, is supposed to bring good luck to the new year so I madapaking expect next year will be kick-ass (at this point, I look up to the heavens and give the gods of fate, the evil eye).

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This version of morcon is my mom’s recipe. Her dad, who is a cook, taught it to her. I also got a few tips from my sister Emmy, who learned how to prepare morcon from her husband’s mom. Between my mom and grandfather, my sister and her mother-in-law is over a hundred years of cooking. This dish has been served in my family for many generations and people whom I love dearly sat down in tables through the years and ate this food.

I learned the very meticulous steps of making morcon via Facebook. I gave my 92 year old mom an iPad this year and she and my two sisters, Emmy and Ester, have been chatting via messenger for the past couple of weeks. In between family gossip, talking about the weather and asking about how we’re doing, they gave me the steps and technique of how to make morcon.

Thank you mom. Thank you Emmy. This Christmas is special because this is when I learned how to cook your food.