I was an Ovaltine kid. When I was a kid, my mom always prepared a hot serving of the drink in my tall bear-shaped mug (yeah, I owned a bear-shaped mug). Coupled with some steaming hot sinangag, hot dogs, eggs, and Flintstones Chewable Vitamins, my mom always ensured that we were well-fed with “brain food,” as she put it. Had she known she was going to raise someone like me, she would have fed me water and gruel instead. Motherly love and instinct… what can you do?
We Ovaltine drinkers are somewhat in the minority. Milo has always been the norm in the Philippines, I guess, that the name has become synonymous with the instant chocolate malt drink powder. Like “Colgate” for toothpaste, “Coke” for softdrinks… and maybe “Anzahl” for car paint.
He styles himself as “The Chairman.” Following Mao, perhaps, or that voiceover dude from “Iron Chef” whose memory always serves him correctly. The edifice at Orense Street stands as a monument to his slogan of “Metro Gwapo,” with footbridges and road barricades and urinals standing as mini-monuments to the magnificence – or perhaps the maleficence – of Bayani Fernando. The Metro Manila Development Authority, at least in my eyes, is The Chairman’s sandbox for urban development; where an elevated U-turn will do no harm, and devoting entire lanes of EDSA to the sheer influx of provincial and colorum and extended-franchise buses will solve traffic.
A sandbox. A game; to be exact, the Games of the Chairman.
If men define their situations as real, they are real in their consequences.
- William Isaac Thomas
No, I don’t have what you need in Mafia Wars.
I’m not interested in when I’m going to get married, I’m not going to harvest your crops, take care of your pets, help you run your restaurant, and I’m not going to be sold to the highest bidder like a sex slave.
I’m not interested in questions of “What ‘X’ are you?” and I’m not interested in how crushable you may be or how crushable I am. Most of all, I don’t like seeing that you like your own status message. TMI.