The blackout has freed the neighborhood of videoke noise for a while. What a relief. At least for a few weeks. Now, a taong-grasa has occupied one of the videoke houses. Filthied the place with shits and more. Hoohaa.
Videoke should be banned forever.
It’s not just the noise. It’s the lousy melodies. I can dig music from Mozart to Metallica. But not today’s crap. It’s not just the songs. Videoke is a vexation to the spirit.
Besides, beer should be enjoyed with a good conversation. Not stuck on TV.
And so we had quiet nights. Dark nights. Though no ice cold beer. You can’t have it all. However warm our Pale Pilsen may be, at least we have it in good supply. Disaster areas may run out of food supplies, not beers.
The demand is sky high. Darkness begets more drinkers. The streets bear silhouettes, with bottle in hand. The headlights flash upon Red Horse. The extra strong beer. The beer which has transcended San Miguel Pale Pilsen a long time ago. Still, the latter is Numero uno to me. Nothing like the good old FPJ brand.
Red Horse drinkers, they talk to themselves after having one too many.
Here’s to Da King of Beer! Now if only we could find some ice around here. I was not made for warm beer. The only bunch I know who loves warm beer are those in Cheers. In fact they can take a glass of whatever comes out of the tap.
One day, a meat dealer hauled me in to his shop. Behind his thick glasses are wide eyes glaring with peso sign.
“I have ice. From Buhi. Ten pesos lang per bag.”
I see they have ice to spare there in Buhi — a fishing town 15 kilometers east of Iriga. Don’t they need all the ice they can get for their sinarapans?
Iriga has its own one and only ice plant too. Today, however, it caters wholesale to a long line of people twenty four-seven and — almost exclusively — for commercial or palengke purpose only.
So before anybody can lay their hands on them, I carted off with all the man’s “crystals.”
The next day he was selling them at more than double the price — to a charging panic buyers. Welcome to the Mad Max order: The Race For Tube Ice.
The Race For Fuel.
For Power Generator.
Power generator is a hot merchandise here in Iriga, calamity or in calmness. Like motorbikes, almost every household has one. Thanks to Camarines Sur Electric Cooperative’s miserable power supply.
After #NinaPH, more power generators started coming in. In all shapes and sizes. The town blared like hell you need to go someplace else to speak to your cellphone.
We got ourselves our own set. A petite three-liter 650-watt Made-in-China powerhouse. It lasted only for seven days.
On the eighth day I took the blasted engine to my electrician — only to find him working on a queue of gensets of the same kind.
Very much Chinese brand. Unfailingly a failure.
These lemons don’t surprise Bicolanos anymore. They are so used to these stuff as they are so accustomed to typhoons. Or floods. Landslides.
When Nina struck the place it was the worst in ten years. But Iriguenos they just dusted themselves off easy. The real big dilemma they face is, with the long power outage, how are they going to follow now the ‘Probinsyano’ — the populace’s favorite teleserye.