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Sweat and toil(et)


My friend Tim and I used to spend luxurious lapses of time in Makati and do some food tripping at several affordable restaurants. This afternoon we went to SM Mall of Asia. At Starbucks we were greeted by a welcoming committee of crews which was good because I tend not to revisit a coffee shop if the personnel are so grouchy, as if they non-verbally address to me their low compensation from the company. Anyway, I was feeling a little extreme, and did an impression of a really perky and good-natured guy – something I don’t do anywhere else. I talked to the service crew at the counter, and I didn’t care much if I seemed to act so chummy with her. This was weird, knowing that I, Mr. Sungit. I kidded and laughed hysterically with her, which was really fun. Tim looked bedazzled; I heard his mind saying, “I haven’t the slightest idea who that guy is.” Among the questions I asked, my most favorite was, Do I get a freebie? Ha ha, of course I wasn’t serious about this, but the crew who took my order found it hilarious, and she proceeded to show me her uvula.

After I got my usual Venti Java Chip and Tim with his Venti Mocha, we decided to stay outside, doing my usual puffing and our traditional ogling with our telescopic eyes. He seemed to be enjoying the company of his coffee so I didn’t bother joining the conversation. Instead, I looked around the periphery of our place. There seemed to be a common denominator among all passersby I saw. Foreigners. Lots of foreigners. I have never seen such a proliferation of alien blood, with the exception of international airports. Koreans dominate the population of foreigners I had spotted, and second to the number were Americans. They were walking to and fro, and they look as if they’re lost or something. At our right was a couple, a Japanese-looking guy who seemed to be in his forties and with him was a lady in her late twenties – hmmm, the popular “4M” principle began to circle around my head. In front of us was an American, smoking on Winston reds. At our back right were a group of French people – I think they’re French because I overheard their nasal accents.

My professor in Geography told us that SM MoA is strategically located at its current location in Pasay for economic reasons. It’s near airports, and major roads from Roxas Boulevard, Aguinaldo Highway, and Edsa Extension lead to this monstrosity. People leaving from the country could make a quick stopover to SM MoA for spur-of-the-moment shopping sprees, caffeine fixes perhaps, and probably restroom breathers basically because one cannot pee in so-called pink portalets (peeenk portable toilets) strewn along the stretch of Baclaran, lest s/he contracts various kinds of terminal diseases, or at the very least a terrible headache for the stench is so bad it seeps into the bone marrow. SM MoA is so capitalist-driven if you think about it; you’ll find almost anything you need in there at the biggest mall in the Philippines. And then I remembered that the owner is a Chinese.

After an hour or so, our tranquil state was interrupted by loud booming sounds of brass instruments. Then from a corner came a marching band called…SM Marching Band. It wasn’t really a full ensemble – then again, I don’t know what comprises a full ensemble, but I staunchly believe that it really wasn’t. The players had this costume that made them resemble rejected applicants of the Marine Corps. I thought they were just going to pass by and make rounds along the paved walkway, but the most dreadful part came in just as instantly: they performed right in front of us. The marching band was so hysterical, I almost fainted from laughing. If you haven’t seen them, don’t even contemplate meeting them in flesh. The music blaring from their instruments – consisting of clarinets, a tuba, trombones, a French horn, trumpets, bass and snare drums – reminded me of that movie Rocky Balboa, and the kind of music one associates with royalty strutting on red carpet, waving frantically until their hands fall out of their joints.

But the most hilarious part was the choreography. The band members formed four rows with five players in each row. And to express their high level of enthusiasm with their joyous and exciting muzak, they swayed from left to right, back and forth, turned around on their places, changed positions, and swung again from left to right, rocked their spines back and forth, spun around in 180 degrees, and made me laugh so much more. Everyone else showed a generous amount of passionate raving which they manifested through remorseless clapping of hands that prompted the band to perform another atrocious stunt, flailing and shaking their heads and all. This time I was cheesed off. I appreciate brass bands – the effort of blowing a steady stream of air onto those twisted tubes could probably inflate the player’s balls, but the second performance was so annoying it makes me want to grab the tuba, run amuck, and hammer them.

Then again, when the performance was over, it made me think. There must be a better way to make a living. Have to get my resumes ready.

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At Fri Jul 06, 09:37:00 PM, Blogger Jhed retorts...

I have a theory that Koreans are slowly conquering the world. We'll wake up one day eating kimchi for breakfast and watching Ju-mong all day.. non-stop.

Scary.    



At Fri Jul 06, 10:13:00 PM, Anonymous Juice retorts...

Koreans are all over the world nowadays! I thought they conquered Indonesia, but when I saw during the early 2000s that Koreans started to conquer the Philippines, I believed. Haha.

Guess you are a Starbux person huh? We should hang out sometime, debate about my Coffee Bean and your Starbucks. ;)

Marching bands could be irritating as hell sometimes but sometimes good enough for a laugh. Everybody needs money to live, as they say.    



At Fri Jul 06, 10:33:00 PM, Anonymous YNA retorts...

Koreans invade us because of our cheap Engrish. That's as far as I know. And believe or not, even in UPLB, you'd see them everywhere. Actually, nag-ampon ang LB ng 300 Koreans. Naman!

Anyway, when we were in MoA, I think I've seen a group of guys wearing those things. I actually thought they were marines, but nah. The instruments betrayed me. But they did not play! Hurray!    



At Sat Jul 07, 09:12:00 AM, Blogger Mike retorts...

jhed: at Palaui Island, at the northernmost part of Cagayan, there are also Koreans. i wouldn't be surprised if i see them inhabiting caves, tree canopies, and other masochistic places.

juice: i would never look upon Koreans as model figures. just look at their car brands; they're very cheap in terms of built (Hyundai, Kia, Ssang Yong). technology-wise, they're great (go Samsung!), but no other people can be greater than the Japanese.

Coffee Bean is good, but Starbs is much bettah. haha.

yna: they're here because it's much cheaper to study in the PI. but they also commented on how expensive Ateneo education is. so they go to UP. or make that invade UP.

don't even think about watching those marching shit perform. it's bad for your health.    



At Sat Jul 07, 10:20:00 AM, Blogger pepe M. retorts...

you are one hell of a guy :)! kainis! napaka spontenous mo! at such young age who writes so fluid!
link kita mike ha? (whether you like it or not :)
i must say you are one of my fave now...love the attitude!

ingat

pepe    



At Sat Jul 07, 06:44:00 PM, Blogger Mike retorts...

pepe m.: no sweat.    



At Sun Jul 08, 03:49:00 AM, Blogger Jigs retorts...

I miss my hangouts at cafes with friends and just letting time pass by. Haaay, my social life is barely breathing...

I've only been to MOA a couple of times but I can't seem to remember where any store is. It's so freaking large!    



At Sun Jul 08, 08:09:00 PM, Blogger Mike retorts...

jigs: yeah, the first time i went there i didn't know exactly where to go. but since i frequent the place recently, you can hire me as tour guide...from hell. hahaha.    



At Mon Jul 09, 12:38:00 PM, Anonymous juice retorts...

Coffee Bean! Seriously, I was a Starbucks FREAK before I couldn't go on a day without a big fat frapp. Haha but CB&TF changed my life. Aww.    



At Mon Jul 09, 04:53:00 PM, Anonymous Agent Grey retorts...

I live in Pasay and MoA is just one ride away. It's quite ironic, I frequent more in Makati than in MoA. I found MoA humongous but all their spaces for fastfoods, coffee shops and restaurants are small.

And those bands, they look really silly.

BTW, Filipinos already conquered the world before the koreans did.    



At Mon Jul 09, 06:08:00 PM, Blogger Mike retorts...

juice: Starbs! hahaha! CB&TL personnel, most specifically at the Alabang Town Center, are very grouchy. (i think i've mentioned this before, but i'd say it once again) i hate them with a passion. that's why i frequent the lanes of Starbucks than CB&TL.

but of course, i respect your preferences. peace. =)

agent grey: i'm beginning to get bored with MoA. like, yeah, it's one humongous shit, but's shit's shit. there's nothing spectacular about it, aside from the good airconditioning system.

i like Greenbelt much better, even if choices are a bit limited, but i like it nonetheless. Greenbelt 3, Starbucks, i stay there during free time. hahaha.    



At Mon Jul 09, 10:08:00 PM, Anonymous Heneroso retorts...

ilagay mo ung pics sa friendster tpos itype mo "kHuIaH pA aAdD pHoW" hihi    



At Tue Jul 10, 05:59:00 PM, Blogger Mike retorts...

heneroso: san ko sila i-a-add, sa hit-and-run list? okay yata yun..    



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