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    • The Lady With No Name And The Prince With The Golden Touch (A Crazy, Anachronistic Musical Fairy Tale)
      • There was once a young lady whose voice and beauty were beyond compare,
        a young lady who in light of the next point shall remain unnamed for the most part of this tale.

        She, like most ladies (and gentlemen), had a name of course.
        But a cruel witch, jealous of her charm and grace, put her under a grave curse.


        The Ocean by Mae

        One sunny afternoon, while she was in the garden
        humming along with a robin perched on a tree,
        the witch suddenly appeared out of thin air, cursed her and, of all things,
        took her name away from her memory (as well as from the minds of those who knew the poor lady).

        In her demented and horrible voice, she told the girl,
        “From now on your name is mine, it is mine to keep.
        And unless you find your one true love,
        you shall forever be nameless and weep!”

        Then she vanished, leaving the lass crying on her knees.
        She had mustered all her powers of recall but her name she’d still miss.

        She asked her mother, her father, the florist and the butcher,
        but even they couldn’t think of her lifelong moniker.

        But just as she was about to break down and give up,
        an old man walked by and asked for some food and perhaps a refreshing cup.

        Flustered and helpless but ever so kind,
        she had never been one to pay no mind.

        In exchange for her generosity, he handed her a small shimmering block and an ivory cord,
        and bade her go and see the lonely prince beyond the ford.

        The Everglow by Mae

        As it turned out, there was once also a young prince whose handsomeness was a sight to behold.
        And he also possessed the awesome ability of turning things into gold.

        Now one might get the idea that with a power like that
        he could have everything he wanted: a golden mattress, a golden cat.

        But, alas, it just wasn’t so for even if he could tap anything, heavy or light,
        and wrap it in precious metal, he knew in his heart that something was not right.

        To be sure, the prince was not born with the amazing ability of his.
        Like it was only yesterday, he could still remember when he refused to give the witch a kiss.

        Indeed, she was the same mean witch
        who put the young beautiful lady in her awful ditch.

        To punish the prince, over him she loomed
        and cast a spell to make his every touch send forth aurum.

        After that he did not dare go near another woman, or another person for that matter,
        lest he touch them and they fall to the ground and shatter.

        Suspension by Mae

        Until a fateful mid-February night Prince Jasper with the touch of gold
        heard a lovely voice from the great hall, his name it called.

        And then he saw her, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
        He was quite certain no amount of gold could come close to her sheen.

        Then he sighed, I could never be with her, he thought,
        I couldn’t risk being near her or touching her, I must avoid both.

        But the damsel spoke, “Inside my satchel are really peculiar things.
        A thin silver bar and two white strings.

        "They’re called an iPod touch and a pair of Apple earphones with mic.
        A wise old traveller called Uncle Steve thought they’re stuff that you might like.”

        She told the prince that she had a hunch that if he would only take them,
        the curse that was cast upon him will at last be broken.

        The prince carefully took the anachronistic artifacts from their case
        and was astonished by what instantly took place.

        When he touched them, they were not covered in a deep lustrous yellow.
        Rather, three golden scrolls materialized and on the face of the iPod touch a golden icon waved hello.

        “Salutations,” the musical note on the icon announced,
        “I am Midomi and I am an app that has mastered music and sounds.

        "Dear prince, you are now free from your unusual bondage.
        Let us now help this lady break out of her cage.

        "For she at the moment is without a name,
        and to identify her appellation is our immediate aim.”

        Midomi continued, “Open the golden scrolls one at a time,
        and I, aided by the magical mic, will decipher each and every rhyme.”

        The prince was determined to help his now beloved,
        so the first golden parchment he promptly unrolled.

        And from the scroll itself emanated
        tranquil music and a voice that stated,

        You come over unannounced / Silence broken by your voice in the dark /
        I need you here tonight just like the ocean needs the waves.

        And as he opened the second, a lovely bird entered the room.
        It was a robin and it gorgeously hummed,

        Here’s a night and it shines / And it calls us on and on /
        So be here by my side and watch the stars.

        Finally, when he rolled out the third piece,
        nothing happened but he did as he pleased.

        Somehow he knew what was to be
        and copied the words on the paper into Midomi:

        All I know is I believe / In the very thing that got us here /
        And now I can’t leave.

        For each song, Midomi came up with the title and the artist.
        Definitely, pure magic was how it did this.

        According to the app, the first song was The Ocean, the second The Everglow, and the last Suspension.
        And it turned out all three songs are from the same band of musicians.

        “Short for Multisensory Aesthetic Experience,” Midomi shared, happy and gay,
        “These musically-inclined men simply call themselves Mae.”

        “That’s my name! I remember it now!” exclaimed the young lady named Mae
        and who starting at this juncture shall be known that way.

        Then all of a sudden she became silent as she also remembered the witch’s warning:
        Unless she finds her one true love she shall spend the rest of her days weeping.

        “Now that would mean that,” Mae began, whose eyes were now glistening.
        “You’re my one true love,” finished Prince Jasper, “And next to you, gold is nothing.”

      • answered by aldrin on 08/13/2009
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    • Just Jasper
      • He’s a superspy on a covert mission: to make sure the doors of very important people in a nameless city are double-locked by 8:15 PM. He doesn’t know why though. That information is strictly top-secret and is only conveyed on a need-to-know basis. He doesn’t need to know. Yet.

        It’s nine minutes past eight. He’s inside his company-issued car, munching on ridged sour cream and onion potato chips and sipping sugarless Coke. His phone lets out a tri-tone. Zoe, the person on the other end of the line, says she and the rest of the team have gathered intel that a suite in a nearby hotel has its balcony door un-double-locked. It’s crunch time.

        He drives for two minutes. There it is. The Crown Pearl Mansion. He tosses the key to the valet and sets out to quickly survey the building. He stands beside the hotel and looks up. According to Zoe, the target, i.e., the un-double-locked hotel balcony door, is at Room 207. At the 20th floor. Huhm. How to get there? Take the elevator? The stairs? Nah. That’s what non-superspies do. And— It’s now 8:13:32 on his wristwatch. Time is of the essence.

        With just a little over a minute to go, he takes out a toothpick from one of his coat’s inside pockets (it is imperative that a superspy carry a pack of toothpicks on his or her person at all times) and use it to press a tiny, recessed button on his wristwatch-cum-Swiss army knife. Thud. The gravitational field immediately around him is tilted a full 90 degrees so that the exterior walls of the building are now his ground, and he’s standing on it. He runs—no, zooms—along the side of the hotel, the 20th floor now only a couple of meters ahead of him.

        He’s now standing next to his quarry, the balcony, to him looking like the bow of a capsized boat. He steps inside then presses the button again. Thud. Gravity back to normal. The balcony is now just a balcony that happens to have an un-double-locked door. The door! He rushes towards it, grabs the knob, rotates it (it is indeed un-double-locked), inserts a curious little key in the keyhole, turns the key twice to activate the bolt that double-locks the door. On his wristwatch, the colons are blinking self-importantly. It’s 8:14:52. Thud.

        He is now back in his car, removing lint off the shoulders of his coat while the radio auto-presets the city’s broadcast frequencies. He reaches for his phone and connects to Z. He likes what he hears from the first preset channel and sticks with it. He asks Z who was in Room 207, the room with the un-double-locked door. Z answers. He sighs.

        His name is Jasper. Just Jasper.

      • answered by aldrin on 08/12/2009
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    • Thank You For Riding The 80s!
      • Yesterday I was awakened from my early morning daydream by our neighbor’s hollers of “Garbage!” They were the tenants in our compound’s cue to take out the trash onto the roadside to be collected by the approaching garbage truck. I’m not usually the one responsible for making sure our domestic waste gets taken care of properly, but since I was the only one in the house who was at least half-awake so early in the morning to hear our neighbor’s calls, I had no choice but to rise to the occasion.

        It’s the summer of 1987. And James also has no choice but to rise to the occasion. He suddenly finds himself waking up to the reality that he’s now looking for a summer job in his hometown of Pittsburgh instead of taking that trip to Europe his parents promised him as a graduation gift. Turns out his dad’s salary got considerably slashed, so he needs to save up more if he still wants to pursue his dream of attending an Ivy League graduate school. He gets hired as a games attendant at a local amusement park. Awesome.

        He meets his co-workers. One of them is Frigo, his groin-punching lifelong best friend. Another is a poor Russian literature and Slavic languages major named Joel. There’s the slutty Lisa P. Also, musician/repairman/philandering husband Mike Connell. And then there’s Em. What appears to be an utterly boring stint in Adventureland, commentating on a cardboard cutout horse race and making sure nobody wins the giant ass panda at a pitching game lest he lose his job, begins to look quite promising, especially for James’ recently broken heart and virgin erectile tissue, when he meets Em. The sweet and feisty and terribly distressed Em.

        "Adventureland," like many a critically acclaimed foreign film before it, almost never reached the Philippines. I looked far and wide and, as far as I know, not even a single pirated copy is available on the streets. Fortunately, the good folks at Glorietta, well, they rose to the occasion. They chose to allot one of their theaters for the screening of this movie over a—for want of a better word—”garbage” one. I thank them for that. I thank them for the warm fuzzies that constantly took over me while watching the movie and listening to its excellent soundtrack. I thank them for letting me experience "Nick And Norah’s Infinite Playlist" again. And finally, I thank them for helping me realize that, outside of "Twilight," Kristen Stewart is an awfully fine actress.

        The movie ended, and I smiled when, as I and the other moviegoers were exiting the theater, the lady who was in charge of ripping up customers’ tickets said cheerfully, “Thank you for watching!” In my mind I heard, “Thank you for riding the 80s and have a nice day!”

      • answered by aldrin on 08/01/2009
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    • Win Some, Lose Some
      • My first ever memory of winning something was in third grade. A Milo caravan of some sort visited our school to serve free cups of the tonic ch…

      • answered by aldrin on 07/30/2009
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    • Tapsi Quel
      • Tapsi Quel is a tiny eatery located on the corner of Sinag and Libertad Streets, Mandaluyong City. If you're Filipino, then you most probably have an idea what the first part of the name means. If not, then allow me to enlighten you. Tapsi is short for "tapsilog," a portmanteau word resulting from the combination of the Tagalog words for three items that make up a typical Filipino breakfast: "tapa" (jerked beef), "sinangag" (garlic rice) and "itlog" (fried egg). The second part of the establishment's name, however, is a mystery. Neither I nor the next guy is exactly sure what Quel means. I'm guessing it's the name of the family-owned ox whose meat helped build the place. Or the owners thought it'd be clever if they made the name sound like "popsicle." In any case, Tapsi Quel is home to my favorite greasy spoon.

        Aside from the world-famous tapsilog, Tapsi Quel, like most diners and restaurants that offer it, also serves other "-silog" meals, all with garlic rice and fried egg, of course, as their names suggest.

        Chiksilog (chicken). Hotsilog (hotdog). Bangsilog ("bangus," milkfish). Longsilog ("longganiza," Philippine chorizo). Liemposilog ("liempo," pork belly). Tuyolog ("tuyo," dried herring). Tocilog ("tocino," cured pork). Cornsilog (corned beef). Porksilog (pork chop). Masilog (Ma Ling, a brand of luncheon meat). If you fancy a greasy plate of any of these delectable dishes, make sure you have more or less P50 in your pocket, head to the small diner fronting Ministop and Bugong Roast Chicken, grab a monoblock stool and make yourself comfortable at the tiled counter.

        Tonight for dinner I had my favorite, fortified-with-cholesterol liemposilog. I absolutely enjoyed chomping on the delicious meat, which, judging by its curiously dark appearance, was clearly fried in three-day-old cooking oil. Yummy.

      • answered by aldrin on 07/28/2009
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