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Ulam sa Handaan

13 Aug
Multigenerational family enjoying dinner together at a lit outdoor night market

A multigenerational family shares a joyful meal beneath glowing lights at an outdoor night market.

Nanaginip ule ako ngayong madaling araw. Napanaginipan ko na isang gabi ay may malaking handaan. Mahaba ang isang lamesa na yari sa kahoy na walang sapin at may dalawang mahabang upuan na yari sa kahoy din sa kabilaan ng lamesa. Maraming kumakain at naroon ang kapatid ko na si Ca Let na nakaupo na malapit na sa dulo ng lamesa. Hindi pa raw ako nakaupo dahil pinapauna ko muna ang mga bisita na makaupo at makakain. Maya-maya ay dumating si Ca Lolly, pinsan namin, na umupo halos tapat ni Ca Let. May dala siyang mga ulam na gulay at isang balot na isda na mga maliliit na tinapa na kasinglaki lamang ng mga toyo pero tinapa ito. Nakabalot ito ng malinaw na plastic sa isang itim na styrofoar. Sabi daw ng kapatid ko na si Ca Let kay Ca Lolly ay “Luma na yan.” na ibig sabihin ni Ca Let ay hindi na ito ligtas kainin dahil luma na yung pagkain. Hindi sumagot si Ca Lolly at inilapag na lang sa lamesa yung ulam na gulay at yung nakabalot na tinapa. Pakiwari ko ay ayaw na niyang ibalik sa kusina at nagugutom na rin siya. Nang makita ni Ca Let ang paglapag ng ulam sa lamesa ay nabanggit niya na lamang na “Bahala ka.”

Nung nakaupo na si Ca Lolly ay umupo na rin ako sa tabi ni Ca Lolly para kumain na katapat sa pagitan naming dalawa si Ca Let na nakabistida ng puti na bagay sa kanya, naka shaggy ang buhok na hanggang leeg niya haba sa likod at may hikaw na ginto sa magkabilang tenga niya na may dangling pa na lumalaylay at kumikinang. Medyo malusog pa si Ca Let at mababanaag sa kutis niya ang kaputian niya.

Katabi ni Ca Let ay may mag asawang Pinoy na bata sa kanya na kumakain din. Hindi sila masyadong marunong mag-Tagalog kasi lumaki sila sa ibang bansa. Habang kumakain si Ca Let ay gusto niya ng bagoong na isda na malapit sa mag-asawa yung sawsawan na nasa platito. Gustong ipaabot ni Ca Let pero mahihiya niya itong sabihin at hindi niya maisalin sa salitang English yung “Bagoong”. Sinabi ko daw kay Ca Let na “Salty fish sauce o Bagoong.” Natawa daw si Ca Let sa akin nung nasabi ko ito ay inabot sa kanya yung sawsawan na bagoong para sa inihaw na bangus na nasa plato niya.

Dahil halos maubos na ang pagkain sa lamesa at ayaw kainin ni Ca Let yung nilapag ni Ca Lolly sa lamesa. Nainis siya sa mga katabi niya na kumakain din na sinandok lahat at inubos ang ulam sa gitna ng lamesa na hindi siya tinirhan. Kaya tumayo si Ca Let at nagpasyang kumuha ng ulam sa kusina.

Sa kusina ay may mga pininsan kami nandoon. Nandoon sa kusina si Ca Bing at napansin ni Ca Bing na parang naiinis na nagsasandok ng ulam si Ca Let na mula sa banga mula sa puting plato na babasagin. Yari sa kahoy ang pinapansandok niya sa ulam sa kusina. Nang makabalik na siya sa upuan at kumakain ay konti na lang kami kumakain. Wala na doon si Ca Lolly.

Nang kumakain na muli si Ca Let ay katapat ko na siya at katabi ko naman ay 2 babae na mukhang mag-ina na Pinoy. Yung ina ay bata sa akin na mga nasa 20’s Ang edad niya at batang babae ay mga walong taong gulang seguro ang edad niya. Pareho silang mahaba ang buhok at nakabistida din na dirty white. Habang kumakain kami ni Ca Let ay lumapit daw si Ca Bing na nagmula siya sa kusina kay Ca Let. Nakangiti si Ca Bing habang nakatayo sa tabi ni Ca Let na nakaupo at kumakain pa. Ang sabi daw ni Ca Bing kay Ca Let na “Napansin ko sa kusina na mukhang galit ka habang nagsasandok ka ng pagkain.” Ang sagot sa kanya ni Ca Let ay “Sukat ba naman sinabihan ako ng katabi ko kanina na, “Ang tanda tanda mo na, nakabaston ka pa.” Tapos nakita ko na nagtawanan na lang silang pareho ni Ca Let at Ca Bing.

Habang kumakain ako ay konti na ang ulam pero maraming kainin. Kumakain daw ako na naka-kamay lamang. Bago ko isubo yung puting puting kanin ay hinuhulma ko muna ito sa aking mga daliri. Masarap kainin yung kaning puti kahit na walang ulam kasi parang malagkit ito. Habang kumakain ay gusto ko uminom ng tubig pero walang tubig sa lamesa at walang malinis na baso sa lamesa puro nagamit na. Kumakain daw ako na walang tubig akong iniinom.

Napansin ko lamesa kahit kami na lang kumakain na apat katao ay walang nagliligpit pa kahit nasa gawing dulo kami ng lamesa. Nandun pa ang mga nagamit na mga malalaking plato na babasagin at kulay puti at baso na babasagin din at malinaw na walang kulay.

Nagising ako ng 5:34 ng umaga ng August 13, 2026. Naalala ko na si Ca Let at Ca Lolly pala ay iisang buwan na kamatayan, Agosto din. Bale namatay sa buwan ng Agosto si Ca Let, August 24, Si Indo Simay, August 25, hindi ko tiyak kung anong eksaktong araw si Ca Lolly, kung hindi ako nagkakamali ay parang last week din siya ng August namatay.

Ipagdasal natin ang kanilang mga kaluluwa. Minsan ang panaginip natin ay nagsisilbing paalala sa atin na hindi natin sila nakakalimutan habang buhay.

Podcast Episode: The Day of Birth

12 Aug

Pip: Birthdays are a funny thing — we didn’t choose the date, but we spend a lifetime making meaning out of it.

Mara: Today on Hands-on, masmeron takes us into exactly that territory — the personal record of a birth, a family, and the people who shaped a life. Let’s start with the story of the day itself.

The Day of Birth

Pip: This post is doing something deceptively simple: it’s putting a life on the page — not as a resume or a eulogy, but as a personal record anchored to a specific moment in time.

Mara: The opening sets that anchor precisely. “It was Saturday before the sun sets in August 20, 1966 at around 6 pm when I was born in our ancestral house at Poblacion, Santa Cruz, Zambales, Philippines. This was my real birthday.”

Pip: That phrase — “my real birthday” — does a lot of quiet work. It suggests there’s an official record somewhere that disagrees, and this post is the correction. The truth told in the first person.

Mara: The post opens with a small numerical note: the digits of the birth date add up in a pattern that produces the birthday itself. It’s a detail that reads like something you’d discover and never forget.

Pip: Numbers as proof that the universe was paying attention. Which is a very human thing to need.

Mara: From there, the post names his parents — Guillermo Menes Meron and Teofila Montehermoso Mas, both forty-one at the time of his birth, both from Santa Cruz, Zambales. The specificity is the point.

Pip: It’s an act of preservation. These names, these ages, this place — written down so they don’t disappear.

Mara: He describes his parents and his aunt as “the three pillars of my life,” and then notes, plainly, that all three are gone. The gratitude he expresses is direct: for unconditional love, for provision, for helping him understand life’s purpose.

Pip: There’s no performance of grief here. Just the record, and the thanks.

Mara: The post closes on his adult years — time in Meycauayan City, Bulacan, some years abroad in public service — and a birthday wish: “a healthy, wealthy and happy life.” Simple, sincere, complete.


Pip: A birthdate, two parents, three pillars — it’s a small document that holds a whole life.

Mara: The kind of record that matters most to the people who come after. More from Hands-on next time.

Lifelong Valuing of Teachers

4 Oct

How do we value teachers? How do we appreciate and recognize them? I hope all of these are not limited in the school setting but in our very own simple little ways from the day-to-day basis starting from their superiors down to their learners. They really deserve such kind of valuing, appreciation and recognition beyond their expectations.

Teacher I

To my elementary teachers, you taught me the basics of education.  I learned how to read with comprehension, listen carefully, write legibly, speak clearly and count correctly.

To my high school teachers, you explained me the academics. I learned the basic subjects and electives. I learned the how’s and why’s of certain phenomena.

To my college professors, you taught me how to apply certain things. I learned how to grow professionally.  I learned how to teach the youth.

To my graduate professors, You taught me to understand beyond unexpected things.  I learned how to become a professional and well-experienced teacher with distinctions throughout the decades.

Teacher II

To my aunt, Indo Simay. You taught me the essence of helping others. You showed me the values of patience, love and care specially to our own family and relatives. You reminded me the power of prayers and strong faith to God. You had been my second parent when my real parents stayed with the families of my brothers and sisters farther away from our hometown.

Teacher III

To my parents, Guillermo and Teofila.  You were my very first teachers.  You taught me the true meaning of life. You guided me towards righteousness.  I learned good and right things from you. I treasured most the core values in life that you shared with me. In spite of everything, I learned how to succeed by myself without putting anybody down.  You were great mentors too. You mentored me how to understand life, to help others and love one another. I learned how to show concern with the elders, sick people and less fortunate citizens.

Master Teacher 

To God, You are my Master Teacher.  You are the greatest teacher I have ever known. I do worship and praise You most.  I give all the glory on You. I do appreciate all the things the You created and provided for me. I would like to thank You for giving me dedicated and committed classroom teachers as well as very loving. caring parents, relatives and friends.

Happy Teacher’s Day!