The first and Last Noel,a christmas inspiration in memory of my sister

He:s our first nephew with our eldest sister,ate clarita after she got married to kuya manuel in the early 60s.When we were young,we used to play and visiting our relatives before and during christmas day celebration here in our hometown.we have fun,and enjoy the every moments for christmas.we:ve got a toys,amount of money as a gift from our ninong {sponsored father} and relatives neighbors around the town area.meanwhile,the spirit of christmas still i recall as family remembrance to all.

Now, i realized that our name is beautiful,a simple christmas gift and mess. to all.

I was affected by some happening before,and now christmas day is coming very soon,with a simple celebration for most of our countrymen.as a christian nation believer,everyone wish to extend a messages and gifts or a peaceful mess.to all mankind.in a simple family tradition,the word:beautiful is nice to heard or to relate in our mess.for everyone,we thought and find the reality of life and its true meaning mostly when it comes to our name as a nation or as a filipino people.we hope and wish that everyday from now on a christmas forever.

The white liars house in the far east Asia?

During my childhood days.we used to play cards leaflets from visiting candidates or through a helicopter distribution around the town residential area.from the main street,to our port beside the upstair scattered by leaflets materials until feeling tired for this activities and standby at home for lunchtime.we have a picture hang along the wall corner of our living room.its about,my fathers group delegation taken in malacanang palace,wherein they follow up the construction of new provincial high school for our town.that is year 1947,and it was completed and remain resources of knowledge by the folks even today.The bundle of text cards in my hands represents a lies propaganda from nacionalista and liberal party,leaded by pres.Diosdado Macapagal and the challenger during that time,ex.pres Ferdinand Marcos.This election,even as a child mind needed to select the best candidate and its Marcoses party got the victory from Dec.30,1965.Since,the story revolve to another election in 1969 and Marcos again as the winner with a very sweet propaganda for the peoples choice.until in the late sept.21,1972,proclaim martial law by this president.Many Filipinos suffered from arrest and the wholeworld recognized our start to cry through this time.

WANTED: For president,republic of the phils.to be elected by the people for ?

for luxurious lifestyle,while serving the filipino people during his terms of service in 6 years,friends,supporters,simpatizers before the election will benefit the position in the government?and the opposition party remain as voice of the people after the election.this is the unfair lifestyle and a descrimination we have now.As a filipino voter do we have a chance to demolish this kind of practices?

Honesty,such a lonely word for everyone so untrue

I believe to this word,is the answer to find a better leader,a better changes,place for you and me.To define honesty in english/tagalog,we can say honestysya,if she/hes a nice person for us.But in english the opposite meaning is amnesthesia to make a patient,not to feel the pain.,a useless leader of the government,abusing the position after the election,.so,we dont need to replay our situation after this coming election.As i obsrved,were only a playing tune by the whole world,were always in a mood to cry for a long time for the missing changes after we elect a new leader for this land.

Araquio and Personajes,a no solution puzzle to every filipino now and forever

during my childhood days,we immitate the play of moro,christian drama perform in the town plaza every second week end of May before the town fiesta celebration. we called them Araquio and the performer are composed of group of personajes, a leader ,a music band and the sponsors by the assigned hermanos .At night,they used to visit the hermanos house for holy cross searched within the grass and leaves place infront of the house. The drama in this story remain a puzzle to the government and the whole world and always a biggest issue now and forever.

king of the road,our hero or were the next victim?

when i was young,the bautista transport has known no.1 in terms of bus company bussiness due to my auntie:s husband driver,a brave and professional highwaymaster.it is the issue during when the units entering maintenance yard for night break or check up,due to competence in daily volume of passengers along the way to or from manila to penaranda.One day,my uncle meet an accident and confined to the nearest hospital in bulacan.Thanks God for its only a wound nothing serious to worry about too much. Today,in EDSA the story is repeated again and again,to every commuter who rush the hour to arrive in exact time for the appointment,they are the heroes if nothing accident happen this time, but how about the next time? so, be careful,,

the biggest and longest swimming pool of the philippines

as part of my childhood days,back the past of the late 30s accordingly to my father as my historians;in the center part of luzon,lay out the penaranda river besides the stretch of sierra madre mountain and completed the 1st concrete irrigation canal intersect the river to supply water for ricefoods planters ,tillers at nearby towns and province. At the same time,the place area of about 2 km. length by 8 meters wide from the control tower become the diving board and swimming area by the folks,visitors from other parts of the country.A part of gravel and sand used by builders around the island coming from this river today.During holy month of dry season,the river sides become attraction to all for picnics,swimming,eating mangoes,sineguellas,duhat,camachille,red goto,halo2,sweet pastillas,espasol produced by the folks living in penaranda now. Encountering the town fiestas celebration every fourth sunday of May.

Remembering NGANGA,melason love theme at PBB reality show?

No,the story about my mother before,selling nganga in san jose city nueva ecija public market until 1995. nganga is a combination of ikmo,tagalog for heart leaves,a small piece of bunga from palm trees family and little amount of apog the sea shell powder.My grandmother,my mother makes nganga as lifestyle to watch time goes bywhen sitting down. But the heart leaves is in demand to all penaranda folks before,the source of daily income and makes to elevate the status of life to us .

the challenge of the century

Last night,i watch the presidential forum at tv channel 2 live from u.s.t. auditorium.every candidate concluded that they are willing to serve the people,honestly?with pay?for the benefit of himself?,it is the filipino people who can judges for this candidates.so we need to be perfect or 99.9999 perfectionist in our decision this coming election. we dont want tobe a center of attraction again by the whole world for the next six years,lost of dignity,no morality.dont panic,in actual voting,be patience,were just only a performer,todo our rights to choose and select the best.so this time is the challenge to changes our world for the benefit of all.

strangers on my way

as a boy,a pleasure for me to watch my father most of the time,in his work even at the late night.Behind the station,i used to play and watch the folks even the strangers,workers living at the maintenance yard of the bautista transport since my father is the nearest resources for them.Like elmo,a strong masculine mechanics and utility man always kidding,lift my whole body everyday.primo,a manilenyo painter whom i followed even inside the yard for unit bus body painting with other men assisting on him.martin,a manilenyo master mechanics by the bautista used to drove us and visit other parts of the town.i meet the idea of learning about life and the process accordingly to their job as a kid first experience.atnight,after bussiness hour of my father and i pretending we can go home now,but we used to walk and passby to the moonlighting cabaret building and peeping,listening sweet music with the strangers inside,women from some parts of the country,men visitors from other town until he order a balut,a bottle of beer,a papaitan soup is enough for us to direct our path at home,after the strangers on my way.

first time in school

it was july 1963,3months ahead for my birthday at 7,my mother use to admit me in grade 1,sec 2 under mrs.gayatgay in the town central sch. i meet my cousin,boydado and one new friend,ekyo as my classmates.after the class,used to play at the school ground infront and go home together at 5:30 pm. at night,we met at my father station,where in his father is known as bus driver of the bautista transport operating bet.manila.penaranda,papaya and fort magsaysay.while ekyos father is a bus units maintainance personnel at night.the place is the center of town communication,recreations and we:ll playing around or hiding inside the units or scrolling in the nearby towns by this system of daily life.

My Childhood Days

as i remember,my hometown is 105 km from manila to reach penaranda,nueva ecija,my father works as serviceman in the town only refuelling station owned by myfathers employer, the bautista family.our house is 100 steps direct distance from the station,early in the morning,were awaken by customers looking for my father,for a while disturb my sweet dream as a child.after a hour,my mother is awake and preparing our foods for breakfast,a half liter carabaos milk,fried dryfish or tuyo in tagalog and banana halves,boiled rice placed in a family bowl,and ready in our dining table. i was awake now,and get up proceed to our balcony and terrace beside the upstairs for comfort.we start together in a dining table with my brother and sisters to take breakfast.were a big family of12 members,my elder brother erning is died,when he is 2 yrs old,my ate ,elder sis.already married lived in manila,my ditse is also married and stay in pantabangan,baby is living with my auntie:s family in san jose,far town of nueva ecija.

I am Danilo Mabalay

Yes, that is right. This is my blog and this my first post. I'm new at blogging and was influenced by my daughter Edelweiza Mabalay to blog. And so she promised to help me every now and then in keeping this blog alive.

I titled this blog For You Manila because it is my second home. I spent decades in this city and it has already been a part of my being. I studied here, got broken-hearted here and experience a lot of sad and happy times in here. And so this is my blog, my story.

Please feel free to read my thoughts and I hope you enjoy your stay. Thank you and God bless!