Monday, October 24, 2011




I used to envy people who had allergies; I thought they were lucky in some way—like when you're allergic to dust, you're not obliged to help clean the house. I thought people who had allergies were given special treatment, special care, like some kind of celebrity—like when you're allergic to a certain food, you can make special orders at restaurants without feeling guilty that you're just being a brat and giving the chef extra work; you are easily remembered by people especially when you've met them while pushing shrimps on the side of your plate because they'll remember you as the person allergic to shrimp (first impressions on a different tone); at family reunions, your doting relatives will make certain you don't eat anything that'll trigger the allergy. Things like that.

It has been more than a month or so now since I last ate chicken, egg, and seafood. I haven't gone to the doctor yet to say I am clinically-proven allergic to chicken, egg, and seafood, but it doesn't take a rocket scientist to say that I am in fact allergic to those foods. Hours, sometimes minutes, after I've eaten any of those foods and I get these itchy patches on my cheeks and neck. It gets so itchy that I'd actually be willing to sell my soul to anyone who could get rid of the itch. And besides, I'd rather use the money I'd be spending for the doctor to buy foods I could actually eat.

Some misinformed friends think I'm just being a brat because they said that allergies come with birth, like when you're allergic to seafood, you should be allergic as a kid, and not only when you're 27 and seemingly in dire need of attention. Other friends, and acquaintances, who have actual medical background said there's such a thing as an allergy that has set late on one's system. But further discussion that included medical terms I couldn't understand made made me realize I am in fact not yet ready to see a doctor.

Having this allergy is hard. And I don't think it has some getting used to. I have a huge appetite. I eat what I want. And, technically, in my 27 years of eating, chicken, eggs, and seafood have been a part of digestion. My family eats chicken a lot because my brother would go mad without having chicken at least twice a week. So it's such torture when while everyone else at home gets to enjoy friend chicken or chicken barbecue I get pork chop. You can only imagine the frustration I feel when they're having eggs for breakfast and I get corned beef. As for seafood, I don't think I remember the taste of shrimp sinigang, or bagoong, or salted fish.

I find it completely barbaric that from the list of food they serve at KFC, I only get to order the Tuna Twister and spaghetti. I can pretty well remember the look on one of KFC's crew when I asked, out of desperation, if they had anything that's not made of chicken and he said, "tuna twister, sir," and I blurted out, "seriously?!"

But it's true, what I had thought of people with food allergies being treated like a celebrity. My mum constantly asks what I want to eat, especially when they're having something I couldn't. When it comes to dining out with friends, it's a bit different; when they learn about my so-called allergy, their initial reaction is of pity (oh, poor bitch), followed by nonchalance (we're having chicken, find something you can eat).

A doctor's diagnosis will confirm if I am indeed allergic to certain foods. And if I am, I hope it's temporary like certain other allergies I've read about. But until I find it absolutely necessary to see a doctor, I'm going to deal with my new no-chicken-egg-seafood diet. And I can say for certain that, when I let the kid in me win, I'd be having anaphylactic shock one of these days.

Sunday, October 23, 2011




The world spins madly on—without you. But I refuse to lose myself in your absence. I am fine, as I have always been. Perhaps it is true—some melodies are best left undone. I cannot keep holding this torch high because the strain is wearing me down. We will remain as we are; we are what we can never be. I can no longer give without taking; you cannot keep taking without giving. Somehow it seems selfish for each of us. Where I draw the line is where you keep your distance.

Monday, October 10, 2011

Smoke and earphones

I need noise-cancelling earphones. I need Apple earphones. I need new earphones because my ears act up after every time I use the Philips earphones I’ve been using over six months now. I think it’s got something to do with the rubber part that comes in contact with my ears. Yes, my skin has gotten hypersensitive. But wait, that’s beside the point. I need new earphones; preferably ones that have the almighty impedance of 32 ohms. Apple has it included in their iPods, Creative has it on select (more expensive) products. I am certain Sony produces such earphones, as well as other manufacturers. But I can’t seem to find one single set of decent earphones here, and Apple has priced their earphones at a ridiculous price of almost two thousand pesos. That is what I call Apple robbery. Sorry, Steve—but I really think two thousand pesos is too much for a good set of earphones. OK, maybe not. Maybe I just can’t afford your earphones now. But still, even if I had loads of cash, I’d still find Apple earphones ridiculously expensive—well, like all their products. But wait again, that’s another story.


I’ve been watching Paloma Faith’s video for “Smoke and Mirrors” repeatedly since yesterday, when random clicks led me to it on YouTube. I’ve been a fan of Paloma Faith since she came out with “Stone Cold Sober” in 2009. And I consider her debut album, “Do you want the truth or something beautiful” a brilliant record. The video for “Smoke and Mirrors” was released more than a year ago, and I almost couldn’t forgive myself because I didn’t even know that it had been released as a single. I almost couldn’t forgive myself because it is such a crazy beautiful video that I should’ve been watching for over a year now. I felt like I’d been living in a cave for the past year. What have I been doing all this time?


The video is a nod to when she used to work as a magician’s assistant. And I find it really funny because of the faces she makes—that rolling of the eyes thing that she does effortlessly, that crazy smile that quickly turns into a frown. I think the video did the song justice. I don’t think it could’ve presented the song in a better way.


Thursday, October 6, 2011

The Apple man


"Three apples changed the world: the first one seduced Eve, the second one fell on Newton, and the third one was offered to the world half-bitten by Steve Jobs."

The above quote couldn’t be any more true about Steve Jobs’ contribution to world. Known primarily as a co-founder, chairman, and CEO of one of the world’s most recognizable logos—the half-bitten apple with a leaf hovering on top—he has forever changed the history of technology.

But, wait, why am I even doing this when I am not such a big fan of Apple? Why did I bother getting out of bed on such a somnolent afternoon just to write this when the only Apple product I own is an iPod Nano? Why did I get goose bumps watching a short documentary on Steve Jobs? I don’t know for certain, but perhaps because, in fact, the world has lost one brilliant mind; perhaps because through the years, I’ve always been excited about Apple’s products; perhaps because I’ve spent hours of my Internet life watching videos on Apple products; perhaps because I think—despite certain drawbacks on their products, most of which are born out of marketing strategy (or is it ingenuity?) to keep people in buying their products—Apple has indeed produced amazing things over the years; and perhaps because, since owning an iPod, my music-listening experience has never been the same.

Just yesterday, I watched the promo video of iPhone 4S. And despite having resigned from his position as CEO in August, all the while I was watching the video, I kept thinking, “Gawd, Steve, you’re a brilliant son of bitch,” because without him, Apple would just be thought of as a fruit that’s said to keep the doctor away. Steve Jobs has pushed the boundaries of technology, I must say. And for that, people may forget the presidents of their countries, but I highly doubt they’ll forget who Steve Jobs is.

Steve, thank you for the iPod Nano. I’m hoping to get to know MacBook soon.