SURUT PULUT MANGGIS
By: Iris P. Concepcion
My title is a Bahasan Malaysian food stall that I found myself writing in my piece of paper merely because it sounds exotic.
I found myself being gifted with an insignia bearing this statement: "Limkokwing Academy of Creativity and Innovation Kelantan" with an arrow pointing above that could hit directly on the person who is wearing it. Here is how the directive symbol went:
Traces of my footsteps, imprinted on streets with drainage areas as big as living rooms. I am, again, transfixed in Kota Bharu, a place of pleasures that often render unique sound technology through your earlobes. The city is celebrating "Youth Power: Catalyst Creative Industry" with the Bahasan Malaysian "Kuasa Anak Muda, Pemangkin Industri Kreatif".
The area reeks of Middle Eastern hazy fragrance with people claiming to have come from moon eating broiled chicken legs by hand, chomping the meat like astrodome warrior, eating noisily while commenting on the dish as fried. Being the feisty corrector that I am, I politely told him that it is broiled, not fried. The warrior looks like Danny de Vito with a pair of seablue eyes. He is bald as a scorching dessert. He offered me half of his chicken but I hastily declined, preferring the fried variety at that time of the day, with flipping double burgers blinding my vision with lettuce and cheese and twister fries. I tasted it, in a pinch, and found it delectable.
The gladiator explains the importance of fresh meat: cleanliness in food, according to him, is a holy ritual. This reminded me of one of my favorite immigration officers at the Malaysian border named Afifi, an Ali Baba and His Magic Carpet character who readily offered the thesaurus meaning of his given name. It means clean. I told him I am an Eye. He spoke a little Spanish at the end of his Malaysian sentence and I had replied in English, just like that.
Kelantan, at this particular day, is brimming with good, old-fashioned marketing styles. I have seen the incubation process of the food product twister fries. I suggested to the stall owner that he could fold a paper like a cone and place the french fries inside. He sells it for 2 ringgit; a bystander with a mathematical entrepreneurship skill had obliged with : "No. 2.50 ringgit."
I said it is acceptable, considering the cost of its packaging. I tossed away the styrofoam as an alternative container, explaining that it denudes the environment.
I had talked to a lot of Muslim people in the area with their ripe tomatoes still adorned with fresh leaves on their trunks. I find it very easy to talk to these diners, explaining the importance of haggling for prices. The city's stadium is holding a singing contest by this time, before the stomachs had grumbled for lunch. It is an extremely humid day, with the rock tunes falling off key as the vendors at A & W burger stall are laughing at the spooky caricatures of singers doing damage to pop tunes. I visited the food stalls and had seen the plentiful faces of shrimps cooked in 101 ways, with Tom Yang as its main spice. I, an ignorant connoisseur of food, told the cook to use the coconut milk instead. I told them that a shrimp could be simply fried and tossed to a mayonnaise dip, or could be used as an ingredient to a salad. I have seen bread buttered with fish paste beside green mangoes. I merely demonstarted that the green mangoes go well with the fish paste instead of bread. The bun could be best eaten with a fruit jam, I suggested.
Funnily, there is an iimmediate translator who explains my gourmet skittishness to the bystanders as they all agree and took note of my verbal notes. I am likewise greeted by a huge "kawa", a cooking gadget of my youth where my favorite kakanin, kalamay hati, is cooked. A Muslim man with an imam cap was mixing various ingredients with raisins and rice. I immediately loved this gastronomical sight as it reminded me of paella and arroz valenciana, the legacy of Spain to the Philippines, which are likewise my mother's favorite cooking dish during important occasions. This man, I had concluded, is well way ahead of his cooking potentials. I had wanted to tell him the necessity of putting a food coloring to the dish but had surmised, he does not need further instruction. He had removed the burnt rice on the side of the kawa which is likewise the proper thing to do since it could deflect the original taste of the dish.
I have seen various snack food in their different offerings of prawn variations. I found them too spicy and too sweet for my tastebud. I befriended the guy selling his food ware and offered my cent's worth of advice: "Add a little bit of salt or barbecue powder." I had commented that perhaps, he could eat Pringles or Lays instead. His reply was a courageous: "No, can't do." He explained that the taste is the preferred choice of people in the whole of Asia to which I retorted: "Really, now."
Another guy pointed me to a soft ice-cream stall with a twist shape. Sundaes had arrived in Kota Bharu and children are licking the delicacy like melted candies.
Roti here is sold hardened, with an egg that is huge like a bullhorn. I have tasted this is Yala. It is served with milk and butter, a building ready to be devoured. Another bunch of food techies, I had readily deduced,as I continued with my survey of food peddled under the perfectly built white tents. They are with sturdy, steel railings.
This is where I had heard a trio of men singing in four voices in rhumba style. Unlike the previous performers experimenting with their pop tunes, they are dressed up impeccably, singing traditional Malaysian music fused with Iranian beats. I had never heard a sound enginnering as good as this one since childhood. The quality is solid witout the irksome scratches. An amplifier-sounding emcee was competing with the vocalists nearby but they were drowned by the technology of the serenading trio.
A soloist likewise sang with an exceptional accompaniment. His voice tried to match the superiority of the sound masters. Eventually, he was accorded help by pipes springing out from nowhere: in second, third, fourth voices, he had sounded then like his attire. Powerful and stirring.
There was an exhibition of designs by the young ones and I was quick to point out to the gathering students the ways to spot good materials. I had observed that most of the displays were mediocre compared with the obvious things I had found: slippers on a white-shirted guy who just passed by (impeccably designed), wood pillow that I had seen my roomamte used in Satun. It looks like a bookshelf and I had a difficult time explaining to my young students that it is, indeed, a pillow. This bunch is niftily attired with shiny shoes. One knows how to tap dance. I told him to join the talent show at the stadium since he could provoke a cultural revival there. He looks like the actor in the film, The Piano. He speaks Tagalog, likes bangus and I showed him how fishes in fish ponds must be lensed. He had asked me then where I came to know a lot of fish history. I mentioned the island of Visayas, and Aklan particularly, as a breeding ground for the best, quality sea food in the country. He could be stomped by my knowledge of sea creatures.
His companions showed me some of the wares designed by the youth power group. A luminous key chain that could wilt when placed beside a motorcycle with tiger-printed seat and pink wheels parked outside the exhibitor area. I had seen tin smiths designing robots too.
And the books, the books. Like the atlases of my childhood, they are huge and massive and I had commended the young man manning it for the creativity infused inside the pages. The quality of paper is priceless, with painting canvasses as borders. I could not touch the books since "You are not a Muslim." I had already browsed though; the words coming out alive with letters dancing and prancing, moppets sneakily surprising in page 88, similar to standing fans, blurting, "WHAT A BOOK!" after a douse of paragraphs swirling with magic and mystery. I need live commentators inside my book like I would envision my films to be.
Other notable designs: stitches on pants and shirts, leather bags, improved uniform for professionals, buildings and trees lit up by lights from down under, lighted like prima donnas on a stage.
Now, there's my ultimate performer: Massive Tree That Looks Like My Father's Own Pine Tree.
I bought brochures of Kelantan back to Yala and found their covers apt. It is holding a Kite Festival soon, inside its beautifully designed soccer field, with children playing and coached by able-minded men.
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
A DELECTABLE WAY TO EXPONENTIAL GROCERY SHOPPING
By: Iris P. Concepcion
On my recent trip to Kelantan, Kota Bharu, Malaysia, I have met a lot of people who, curiously, all hailed from Europe. They came from diverse places such as Belgium, Poland, Italy and France. A simple eureka in World Cup acquiantances. I have likewise befriended Filpinos, students on tour, who came from Quezon City.
A kindly, portly woman of Muslim-Malay stock, about 50 years old in age, politely asked me on the bus we were riding on, if I have friends in Malaysia. I had silently rejoiced over the inquiry as to have replied her with a resounding: "I have met a lot of people from the place and I exactly know my way around the area." She gave me a nodding grin.
I had pointed at this seatmate the allure and beauty of pine trees sprouting out of nowhere. I had delighted over the fact that the rice paddies are now in full soil mattress of green leaves with visible brown grains hanging like lamps in their stalks. I had felt the urge to tell her a story.
"Do you see the rice fields over there?" as I pointed at the vast scape outside the window, filled with excitement.
"The Filipinos helped the Thai people to cultivate quality rice. Thai students went to the country's premiere university, the University of the Philippines, to study its proper cultivation. This department was called the International Rice Reaserch Institute (IRRI)."
My companion stared at the subject of my side chat and I have seen her eyes turn moist at my tale.
I continued: " My father used to go there, along with his frequent visits to Innotech, obviously a take on technology and innovation which he took pride in regaling to me."
My companion continued to listen as we have seen abandoned stalls, brown and dry spots of leaves that had been dried, overlooking brown hills similar to the northern part of the Philippines.
"It is quite sad that the ones whom we have taught to cultivate it is now reaping the fruits of our agricultural education while the Filipinos chose to ignore the urgent need to adopt it," I thus enthused.
She had asked me then if I wish to move from one place to another. I replied that Thailand offers a lot of surprises that stimulates rather than prods. My words are not exactly along these lines but she had certainly grasped my knowing comfort in saying that the place is perfect for mind expansions as the King encourages it. Malaysia, I told her, is perhaps a place where these mind expansions are executed in action.
I highlighted the fact that I have learned to love Kota Bharu and its eclectic products that are funnier and livelier. Its city designs suit more my appetite than the monochromatic tall buildings I am used to seeing. The building designs here have dimensions. By this, I mean, the engineering precis of architecture that is 3D in appearance and is never flat.
I had hoped then that my companion had seen Kelantan's take on brochures as it wishes everyone a prosperous Chinese New Year. The fabrics and textiles are like films in yarn. It excites me to report on the various textile materials that had once adorned my youth with my mother's elaborate handstitched gowns and her fellow teachers' impeccable sewing patterns. The itemized wares: Sutera Washable Crepe 3D, Washable Silk printed, Washable French Crepe Printed, Washable Satin Crepe Printed, Opal Brasso (Free Lining), Italian Cotton Printed (Polka Dot design).
The name of the outlet is GSH at Gulati's, Kota Bharu outlet, with its mannequin and display windows reminding me of C.O.D. Department Store of the old sleigh bells ringing in Cubao, Quezon City. Its windows are not monochromatic. Instead, they have layers of wood, middled by glass and panelled, again, in wood. This outlet houses the following textile outlets: Euro Moda, Gulati's, The GSH and AALIA. The brochure is chicly titled Gucca, Italy.
The lamp shades and water filters have designs that I have not seen in any sprawling city that I have been to. The wood of my youth, of stereo make and very shiny, now shields lights that are glaring with increased wattage. This likewise made me recall my father's Petromax. These items are, clearly, made of superior craftsmanship beside the otherwise regrettable light sources with clothing shields.
I had likewise purchased a pizza delicacy but the pan is made of muffin, from my favorite bakery, M, that is priced at 10 baht (1 ringgit). It is chewy as a soft fur with an even, sugary taste that goes well with the peas and ham toppings. Its dough is similar to the American Cream Bread my mother used to buy in Kidapawan, a town next to my own, with its vast array of marketing goods.
My biggest economic experience came from a Chinese supermarket though. One could never miss it. Called Pantai Complex, a shopper is greeted at the door with huge Mandarin oranges, all in red. I ventured inside and expected to find Buddhas and mini temples. Instead, I saw cashier lines for a grocery store. My jaw literally dropped at the prices, slashed down in half with the products still in good condition. Unsalted/Salted butter from New Zealand and Australia, cheese imported from Singapore, different kinds of fruits and chicken/pork/beef cuts under Ayam brand. One whole chicken costs only 40 baht (4 ringgit). Ice-cream in 1,000 litre containers cost only 40 baht (4 ringgit) with a variety of flavors including sweet corn of my youth. They have seemed to grow the size of pumpkins. I finally saw the Lady's Choice mayonnaise used by my mother to whip up a mean chicken macaroni salad (the best in the universe), in exact replica of sexy and shapely bottles. This was her favorite brand, along with Best Foods.
No one can dispute the packaging of these dearly departed and still alive people: their food line is incomparable. The usual biscuits had grown; I saw Kraft's (another brand preferred by my mother)chocolate-topped biscuits, the forerunner to Chips Ahoy. Muslims had bought them for their lowered cost beside the plastic-packaged biscuits that had nonetheless crumbled.
My eyes popped at the chocolates, Cadburry's, Hershey's and M&M made from cacao so fresh which reminded me of the produce dropping at my auntie's backyard of the old lore. They were at their competitive prices as children cleared the shelves to have them. The other best buys are the dishwashing liquid with their petrol containers, pampers, spaghetti noodles, fruit cocktails and other gastronomic revelry that are very affordable.
I purchased only one item: a Red Dates (without stones) in impeccable packaging that is not too sweet. I do wonder how they had managed to remove the stones out from the plum without ruining the fruit. At 1 ringgit each package (10 baht), I had my just dessert in time for my other economic-enhancing activities. This is a fun store, like a Disney find, or finding Cookie Monster with (real) beef burgers growing two inches in height.
Even the Campbell's Soup is a delight to look at, if only for Andy Warhol's immortalization of its iconic can.
For the piece de resistance, I saw a lumpia wrapper that is huge like a place mat. Easily removable, my mind wandered at how malleable this product could get, from siomai to vegetable dishes. They even look promising for burritos.
Kelantan is a find for hefty consumers with fun minds in approaching their food selections. The outlet has a built-in radio that blares a Chinese rap tune that is hilarious.
I went out of the city with fried chicken whose legs are the size of turkey legs.
I could not have found a better bargain.
By: Iris P. Concepcion
On my recent trip to Kelantan, Kota Bharu, Malaysia, I have met a lot of people who, curiously, all hailed from Europe. They came from diverse places such as Belgium, Poland, Italy and France. A simple eureka in World Cup acquiantances. I have likewise befriended Filpinos, students on tour, who came from Quezon City.
A kindly, portly woman of Muslim-Malay stock, about 50 years old in age, politely asked me on the bus we were riding on, if I have friends in Malaysia. I had silently rejoiced over the inquiry as to have replied her with a resounding: "I have met a lot of people from the place and I exactly know my way around the area." She gave me a nodding grin.
I had pointed at this seatmate the allure and beauty of pine trees sprouting out of nowhere. I had delighted over the fact that the rice paddies are now in full soil mattress of green leaves with visible brown grains hanging like lamps in their stalks. I had felt the urge to tell her a story.
"Do you see the rice fields over there?" as I pointed at the vast scape outside the window, filled with excitement.
"The Filipinos helped the Thai people to cultivate quality rice. Thai students went to the country's premiere university, the University of the Philippines, to study its proper cultivation. This department was called the International Rice Reaserch Institute (IRRI)."
My companion stared at the subject of my side chat and I have seen her eyes turn moist at my tale.
I continued: " My father used to go there, along with his frequent visits to Innotech, obviously a take on technology and innovation which he took pride in regaling to me."
My companion continued to listen as we have seen abandoned stalls, brown and dry spots of leaves that had been dried, overlooking brown hills similar to the northern part of the Philippines.
"It is quite sad that the ones whom we have taught to cultivate it is now reaping the fruits of our agricultural education while the Filipinos chose to ignore the urgent need to adopt it," I thus enthused.
She had asked me then if I wish to move from one place to another. I replied that Thailand offers a lot of surprises that stimulates rather than prods. My words are not exactly along these lines but she had certainly grasped my knowing comfort in saying that the place is perfect for mind expansions as the King encourages it. Malaysia, I told her, is perhaps a place where these mind expansions are executed in action.
I highlighted the fact that I have learned to love Kota Bharu and its eclectic products that are funnier and livelier. Its city designs suit more my appetite than the monochromatic tall buildings I am used to seeing. The building designs here have dimensions. By this, I mean, the engineering precis of architecture that is 3D in appearance and is never flat.
I had hoped then that my companion had seen Kelantan's take on brochures as it wishes everyone a prosperous Chinese New Year. The fabrics and textiles are like films in yarn. It excites me to report on the various textile materials that had once adorned my youth with my mother's elaborate handstitched gowns and her fellow teachers' impeccable sewing patterns. The itemized wares: Sutera Washable Crepe 3D, Washable Silk printed, Washable French Crepe Printed, Washable Satin Crepe Printed, Opal Brasso (Free Lining), Italian Cotton Printed (Polka Dot design).
The name of the outlet is GSH at Gulati's, Kota Bharu outlet, with its mannequin and display windows reminding me of C.O.D. Department Store of the old sleigh bells ringing in Cubao, Quezon City. Its windows are not monochromatic. Instead, they have layers of wood, middled by glass and panelled, again, in wood. This outlet houses the following textile outlets: Euro Moda, Gulati's, The GSH and AALIA. The brochure is chicly titled Gucca, Italy.
The lamp shades and water filters have designs that I have not seen in any sprawling city that I have been to. The wood of my youth, of stereo make and very shiny, now shields lights that are glaring with increased wattage. This likewise made me recall my father's Petromax. These items are, clearly, made of superior craftsmanship beside the otherwise regrettable light sources with clothing shields.
I had likewise purchased a pizza delicacy but the pan is made of muffin, from my favorite bakery, M, that is priced at 10 baht (1 ringgit). It is chewy as a soft fur with an even, sugary taste that goes well with the peas and ham toppings. Its dough is similar to the American Cream Bread my mother used to buy in Kidapawan, a town next to my own, with its vast array of marketing goods.
My biggest economic experience came from a Chinese supermarket though. One could never miss it. Called Pantai Complex, a shopper is greeted at the door with huge Mandarin oranges, all in red. I ventured inside and expected to find Buddhas and mini temples. Instead, I saw cashier lines for a grocery store. My jaw literally dropped at the prices, slashed down in half with the products still in good condition. Unsalted/Salted butter from New Zealand and Australia, cheese imported from Singapore, different kinds of fruits and chicken/pork/beef cuts under Ayam brand. One whole chicken costs only 40 baht (4 ringgit). Ice-cream in 1,000 litre containers cost only 40 baht (4 ringgit) with a variety of flavors including sweet corn of my youth. They have seemed to grow the size of pumpkins. I finally saw the Lady's Choice mayonnaise used by my mother to whip up a mean chicken macaroni salad (the best in the universe), in exact replica of sexy and shapely bottles. This was her favorite brand, along with Best Foods.
No one can dispute the packaging of these dearly departed and still alive people: their food line is incomparable. The usual biscuits had grown; I saw Kraft's (another brand preferred by my mother)chocolate-topped biscuits, the forerunner to Chips Ahoy. Muslims had bought them for their lowered cost beside the plastic-packaged biscuits that had nonetheless crumbled.
My eyes popped at the chocolates, Cadburry's, Hershey's and M&M made from cacao so fresh which reminded me of the produce dropping at my auntie's backyard of the old lore. They were at their competitive prices as children cleared the shelves to have them. The other best buys are the dishwashing liquid with their petrol containers, pampers, spaghetti noodles, fruit cocktails and other gastronomic revelry that are very affordable.
I purchased only one item: a Red Dates (without stones) in impeccable packaging that is not too sweet. I do wonder how they had managed to remove the stones out from the plum without ruining the fruit. At 1 ringgit each package (10 baht), I had my just dessert in time for my other economic-enhancing activities. This is a fun store, like a Disney find, or finding Cookie Monster with (real) beef burgers growing two inches in height.
Even the Campbell's Soup is a delight to look at, if only for Andy Warhol's immortalization of its iconic can.
For the piece de resistance, I saw a lumpia wrapper that is huge like a place mat. Easily removable, my mind wandered at how malleable this product could get, from siomai to vegetable dishes. They even look promising for burritos.
Kelantan is a find for hefty consumers with fun minds in approaching their food selections. The outlet has a built-in radio that blares a Chinese rap tune that is hilarious.
I went out of the city with fried chicken whose legs are the size of turkey legs.
I could not have found a better bargain.
Monday, January 09, 2012
FINE ARTS AND CREATIVE WORKS INSIDE A KINGDOM
By: Iris P. Concepcion
I, a writer with subpar telepathy, visited Malaysia once again and was educated, instead, on Thailand's history with the caption: The Creative King.
King, here, of course refers to His Majesty Bhumibul Adulyadej, born on the 5th day of December, 1927 in Cambridge, Massachusetts, U.S.A. One of his strongest credentials, personally, is his holding of several patents for several engineering innovations the products of which were included in the posters featuring his Royal Highness.
It bears writing how he is portrayed in this creative campaign, the gist of which I am copying herewith for propagation. A good seed begets a bigger seed that thus begets the biggest seed. To capitulate:
The Creative King:
Brand Leadership with Pride and Thai Wisdom, Intellectual Property in the Royal Cipher: Trademarks.
Innovations and Inventions: Intellectual Property in the Royal Cipher: Patents.
Fine Arts and Creative Works Intellectual Property in the Royal Cipher: Copyrights.
I am copying herewith, in toto, (a word created by a mind who knows nothing else but precision) the article with the prayer that I shall not be held responsible for intellectual theft.
"His Majesty King Bhumibol Adulyadej is a Renaissance Man. His culture interests are numerous and diverse. His artistic talents fully qualify him as Akhara Sinlapin (supreme artist). His works of art range over several mediums, created with his own hands and executed over a long period to the acclaim of artists and art connoisseurs, both Thai and international. His expertise has been outstanding in music, painting, sculpture, photography, literature and languages. All the fine arts and creative works coming from the Sovereign Lord form an invaluable body of intellectual property, compassionately bestowed as part of the artistic heritage of his subjects.
His majesty the King graciously assigned Royal representations to file four copyright applications of his literary and artistic works.
1. Writing of New Theory
2. Writing of Royal Initiative for the New Theory Project
3. Writing of The Story of Mahajanaka
4. Sculpture of Mahajanaka Medal
Copyrights in the Royal Cipher occuring instantly upon completion of His Majesty's writings or composition include the following:
1. Royal Photography
2. Royal Paintings
3. Royal Sculpture that includes the Buddha image in the posture of giving blessing, the Royal privare Buddha Votive Tablets, Buddha image in the pasture of subduing Mara."
His body of works include His Royal writings and the best resume booster thus far: he has created a total of 48 melodies and 79 songs.
His Majesty The King has likewise graciously assigned Royal representatives to file registration applications of trademarks and service marks under company limited entities, including Mongkhol Chaipattara Company, Ltd. and Suvarnachad Company, Ltd. which were established under his guidance.
His economic thrust is finely worded: "Sufficiency Economy" which encourages an economic agenda guided by moderation instead of the pursuit of overconsumption in order to help people become more immune to systematic global shocks. His long-term vision includes ideas "that have frequently proven prescient." He likewise engages himself in numerous "fireside chats" that are listened to by millions and serve to inspire the people to work for the benefit of each other.
The King is also famous for making his own maps and personally undertaking surveys for development work.
On a personal note, this creative environment of creative people had done the world a chance to become visionaries instead of mere dreamers.
My personal thanks to the fishermen in the remotest village who had epiphanied a satellite of designs, the manufacturers of the sweetest smell of sugarcane produce freshly grinded, the medical practitioners who had given shots for a polio-free community, those who had created Disneyland and Oscar the Grouch, the farmers who had aspired to plant not only medium but the largest lettuce in the century.
Let us give thanks to our Tatays, Dads, Papas and their industrious wives who had all helped them in these consequential quests for, well, a world upgrade.
By: Iris P. Concepcion
I, a writer with subpar telepathy, visited Malaysia once again and was educated, instead, on Thailand's history with the caption: The Creative King.
King, here, of course refers to His Majesty Bhumibul Adulyadej, born on the 5th day of December, 1927 in Cambridge, Massachusetts, U.S.A. One of his strongest credentials, personally, is his holding of several patents for several engineering innovations the products of which were included in the posters featuring his Royal Highness.
It bears writing how he is portrayed in this creative campaign, the gist of which I am copying herewith for propagation. A good seed begets a bigger seed that thus begets the biggest seed. To capitulate:
The Creative King:
Brand Leadership with Pride and Thai Wisdom, Intellectual Property in the Royal Cipher: Trademarks.
Innovations and Inventions: Intellectual Property in the Royal Cipher: Patents.
Fine Arts and Creative Works Intellectual Property in the Royal Cipher: Copyrights.
I am copying herewith, in toto, (a word created by a mind who knows nothing else but precision) the article with the prayer that I shall not be held responsible for intellectual theft.
"His Majesty King Bhumibol Adulyadej is a Renaissance Man. His culture interests are numerous and diverse. His artistic talents fully qualify him as Akhara Sinlapin (supreme artist). His works of art range over several mediums, created with his own hands and executed over a long period to the acclaim of artists and art connoisseurs, both Thai and international. His expertise has been outstanding in music, painting, sculpture, photography, literature and languages. All the fine arts and creative works coming from the Sovereign Lord form an invaluable body of intellectual property, compassionately bestowed as part of the artistic heritage of his subjects.
His majesty the King graciously assigned Royal representations to file four copyright applications of his literary and artistic works.
1. Writing of New Theory
2. Writing of Royal Initiative for the New Theory Project
3. Writing of The Story of Mahajanaka
4. Sculpture of Mahajanaka Medal
Copyrights in the Royal Cipher occuring instantly upon completion of His Majesty's writings or composition include the following:
1. Royal Photography
2. Royal Paintings
3. Royal Sculpture that includes the Buddha image in the posture of giving blessing, the Royal privare Buddha Votive Tablets, Buddha image in the pasture of subduing Mara."
His body of works include His Royal writings and the best resume booster thus far: he has created a total of 48 melodies and 79 songs.
His Majesty The King has likewise graciously assigned Royal representatives to file registration applications of trademarks and service marks under company limited entities, including Mongkhol Chaipattara Company, Ltd. and Suvarnachad Company, Ltd. which were established under his guidance.
His economic thrust is finely worded: "Sufficiency Economy" which encourages an economic agenda guided by moderation instead of the pursuit of overconsumption in order to help people become more immune to systematic global shocks. His long-term vision includes ideas "that have frequently proven prescient." He likewise engages himself in numerous "fireside chats" that are listened to by millions and serve to inspire the people to work for the benefit of each other.
The King is also famous for making his own maps and personally undertaking surveys for development work.
On a personal note, this creative environment of creative people had done the world a chance to become visionaries instead of mere dreamers.
My personal thanks to the fishermen in the remotest village who had epiphanied a satellite of designs, the manufacturers of the sweetest smell of sugarcane produce freshly grinded, the medical practitioners who had given shots for a polio-free community, those who had created Disneyland and Oscar the Grouch, the farmers who had aspired to plant not only medium but the largest lettuce in the century.
Let us give thanks to our Tatays, Dads, Papas and their industrious wives who had all helped them in these consequential quests for, well, a world upgrade.
Tuesday, January 03, 2012
CREATING LEGENDS
By: Iris P. Concepcion
God, in his wicked moment, had fathomed a world where all his human creations try to usurp His all-knowing creativity. Already sensing the follies of his subjects out of this rather spurious endeavor, He had allowed them to fall, stumble and believe in their fleeting omnipotence as He had engaged them in their pious foolishness.
This, I think, is the reason why the forerunner mall in the Philippines is Ali Mall in honor of one of the most legendary boxing fights of all time, Thrilla In Manila, between Muhammad Ali and Joe Frazier. This could likewise be the cause why the premiere sports arena in the Philippines is the Araneta Coliseum where The Fight was held and why He still gives enough space for people to cook fishballs in rolling, wooden stalls with the gigantic woks boiling snacks in brown lard. The Almighty's democratic and spiritual work operates not in mysterious but understandable ways. That He allows, us, humans, to think that we are greater than Him is the true mark of his Divine Leadership.
I had hit upon this idea while observing an array of products, innovated by mortals like myself in front of the Fellowship Assembly worship hall on the first day of this year, 2012, a year of ominous presences among kinship in both the Godly designs and technology at Yala, Thailand, my place of residence for the past six months.
These are the items which caught my attention:
Specially crafted knives with sharp edges that are supernaturally functional they could cut even the thickest of plastic wares. The variety for vegetable and spices is very small but effective. I have likewise seen a toothbrush holder made out of thin plastic that still requires a hook for hanging, an obvious slap to a chopping wood board with a ready hook that is sturdily attached and could never be removed. The cooking wares are finely crafted in their obvious, superior material, and could not be easily thundered by ordinary wear and tear unlike the modern, stainless ones that still go rusty.
It is my personal error of History that I had known the tinsmiths who had made these cooking disacoveries upon the direction of a big-eyed female bird. Never the unbeliever, I subscribe to the idea that the folly of my belief is pleasing to the Providence's eyes.
There are cement statues of dogs that are perfectly painted and are not one dimensional, one dimensional being placing eyes in dotted form like this: 0 on the face of the animal. Their eyes are alive with eyelids and eyelashing contours and their ears are fluffy. I could not understand why a hardened material like an asphalt/cement could produce soft curves in dogs' ears but again, God's logic is immortal. I do not think the Big Thinkers in sprawling cities could spot the innate intelligence of the tilted heads and dopey eyes looking at the wares hanging above.
Me, a stupid human being without an office desk, gazed at where these puppies are looking at and was immediately delirious upon seeing hair bands with glues still visible on their sides and could easily be broken. They are placed in a hanger-like implement filled with hair clips and plastic necklaces. I had nonetheless found an item from among these gifts a hair clip with a blue and white blooming flower looking like an authentic plant that could transform a depressed lady into a femme fatale in Blue Hawaii. This could fetch as far as P500 in any pricey outlet and I am assured a lot of billionaires in this planet would still purchase it and brand it Gotham Ornaments at a mark-up price of P1,500.00.
I had ventured far and saw combs for lice (butol-big lice; kuyamad-small lice, a very Iris childhood), locks that are thin and thick, wipers to remove stains which made my eyebrows twitch as they are produced from cardboards and could easily get wet. One of God's allowable provisions for human mistakes.
The rest of the items I need to ask from the vendor for their use like the kitty magnets that still require real magnets to magnetize. Or the screwdrivers that are huge like a playhouse. Either the burglars are entering giant houses or my retinas had just expanded. This reminds me of the pornographic appendages sold in Quiapo with their promise of increased sexual stimulation that I found rather stupid since they are made of wire fences. Again, God had allowed this aberration to be marketed to test the pain of the voyeurs in spirit.
Which brings me to the Palm Island. Shun the pun but I need to reinvigorate the blueprint of this dwelling. A prototype of this city is shaped like palm leaves and its lights are all palm-patterned. Even the beaches are shaped like palms. Ricardo Montalban's Fantasy Island, with his sidekick dwarf in tuxedo, shall never get lost here.
Hence, if you ever wonder why Muhammad Ali is called the greatest fighter of all time, Jose Rizal the greatest educator (he had made everyone believe in his rich, linear history of political life: refer to his Calamba abode with an unfettered well), Martin Luther King the greatest orator, Sesame Street the greatest educational program on television with Ernie and Bert, Cookie Monster, Mr. Count and Big Bird, and why the Three Tenors could blast their crescendos in notes higher than Matimtiman Cruz, simply turn right and wait for the green signal to light up and recognize, deeply recognize, the woven stories behind these legends that could never be stricken out from History Books.
I am here, sitting as a mortal, being given a dexterous freedom by God to maintain my own follies.
The next time you see objects in transit, dear readers, notice the eyes, just notice the eyes.
By: Iris P. Concepcion
God, in his wicked moment, had fathomed a world where all his human creations try to usurp His all-knowing creativity. Already sensing the follies of his subjects out of this rather spurious endeavor, He had allowed them to fall, stumble and believe in their fleeting omnipotence as He had engaged them in their pious foolishness.
This, I think, is the reason why the forerunner mall in the Philippines is Ali Mall in honor of one of the most legendary boxing fights of all time, Thrilla In Manila, between Muhammad Ali and Joe Frazier. This could likewise be the cause why the premiere sports arena in the Philippines is the Araneta Coliseum where The Fight was held and why He still gives enough space for people to cook fishballs in rolling, wooden stalls with the gigantic woks boiling snacks in brown lard. The Almighty's democratic and spiritual work operates not in mysterious but understandable ways. That He allows, us, humans, to think that we are greater than Him is the true mark of his Divine Leadership.
I had hit upon this idea while observing an array of products, innovated by mortals like myself in front of the Fellowship Assembly worship hall on the first day of this year, 2012, a year of ominous presences among kinship in both the Godly designs and technology at Yala, Thailand, my place of residence for the past six months.
These are the items which caught my attention:
Specially crafted knives with sharp edges that are supernaturally functional they could cut even the thickest of plastic wares. The variety for vegetable and spices is very small but effective. I have likewise seen a toothbrush holder made out of thin plastic that still requires a hook for hanging, an obvious slap to a chopping wood board with a ready hook that is sturdily attached and could never be removed. The cooking wares are finely crafted in their obvious, superior material, and could not be easily thundered by ordinary wear and tear unlike the modern, stainless ones that still go rusty.
It is my personal error of History that I had known the tinsmiths who had made these cooking disacoveries upon the direction of a big-eyed female bird. Never the unbeliever, I subscribe to the idea that the folly of my belief is pleasing to the Providence's eyes.
There are cement statues of dogs that are perfectly painted and are not one dimensional, one dimensional being placing eyes in dotted form like this: 0 on the face of the animal. Their eyes are alive with eyelids and eyelashing contours and their ears are fluffy. I could not understand why a hardened material like an asphalt/cement could produce soft curves in dogs' ears but again, God's logic is immortal. I do not think the Big Thinkers in sprawling cities could spot the innate intelligence of the tilted heads and dopey eyes looking at the wares hanging above.
Me, a stupid human being without an office desk, gazed at where these puppies are looking at and was immediately delirious upon seeing hair bands with glues still visible on their sides and could easily be broken. They are placed in a hanger-like implement filled with hair clips and plastic necklaces. I had nonetheless found an item from among these gifts a hair clip with a blue and white blooming flower looking like an authentic plant that could transform a depressed lady into a femme fatale in Blue Hawaii. This could fetch as far as P500 in any pricey outlet and I am assured a lot of billionaires in this planet would still purchase it and brand it Gotham Ornaments at a mark-up price of P1,500.00.
I had ventured far and saw combs for lice (butol-big lice; kuyamad-small lice, a very Iris childhood), locks that are thin and thick, wipers to remove stains which made my eyebrows twitch as they are produced from cardboards and could easily get wet. One of God's allowable provisions for human mistakes.
The rest of the items I need to ask from the vendor for their use like the kitty magnets that still require real magnets to magnetize. Or the screwdrivers that are huge like a playhouse. Either the burglars are entering giant houses or my retinas had just expanded. This reminds me of the pornographic appendages sold in Quiapo with their promise of increased sexual stimulation that I found rather stupid since they are made of wire fences. Again, God had allowed this aberration to be marketed to test the pain of the voyeurs in spirit.
Which brings me to the Palm Island. Shun the pun but I need to reinvigorate the blueprint of this dwelling. A prototype of this city is shaped like palm leaves and its lights are all palm-patterned. Even the beaches are shaped like palms. Ricardo Montalban's Fantasy Island, with his sidekick dwarf in tuxedo, shall never get lost here.
Hence, if you ever wonder why Muhammad Ali is called the greatest fighter of all time, Jose Rizal the greatest educator (he had made everyone believe in his rich, linear history of political life: refer to his Calamba abode with an unfettered well), Martin Luther King the greatest orator, Sesame Street the greatest educational program on television with Ernie and Bert, Cookie Monster, Mr. Count and Big Bird, and why the Three Tenors could blast their crescendos in notes higher than Matimtiman Cruz, simply turn right and wait for the green signal to light up and recognize, deeply recognize, the woven stories behind these legends that could never be stricken out from History Books.
I am here, sitting as a mortal, being given a dexterous freedom by God to maintain my own follies.
The next time you see objects in transit, dear readers, notice the eyes, just notice the eyes.
Monday, January 02, 2012
A HEIGHTENED NEW YEAR OF CREATIVITY
By: Iris P. Concepcion
"Happy New Year To All My Facebook Network Friends. I am starting the year by honoring my ascendants. I have thus conceptualized an idea in honor of my father that I hereby baptize as GUTS CONCEPTS, an independent and flying advertising arm of the universe without having been listed in the stock market. The vision revolves around this idea: I start with an object and visualize it for a heightened use that shall benefit the world. Let us say, a stone, clay or wood. I shall shape them to fit the natural habitat and have them exchanged with other natural patterns that would enhance rather than dull the natural and Godly surroundings. I have found an office for this using the stereo, Interlude/Radiowealth design of my youth. Here, discussions are used with biblical allusions, literary metaphors and symbolic meanings. The motto of this group is thus capsulized under this single line: I Do Not Copy Since I Fully Trust The Functions Of My Memory And Mind."--Myself Posting A Tweet ON The Second Day Of January, 2555.
Back in the old days of my extremely engaging childhood, the idea of a stereo was mixed by an inventor with a perfectly made wood. Last Christmas, I ventured in Satun, Thailand and was surprised by a log cabin quietly illuminating a vision of Noah's Ark. It bore the wood of my stereo youth, with its evenly tuned bass and tenor switches. I was no longer astounded. I had grown up in an environment with fairy tale books bound with sash and elegant caricatures.
The swimming fishes in colorful hues navigate the ponds in front as biblical quotations are debated by a circle of men with world visions in mind.
I would love this meeting place to be adorned by huge birds on the rooftop with swaying wings, placed in wooden clips as immensely grafted fruits adorn its lobby. Technology gadgets and junk food are not allowed in this area. It is a place of gathering for debates and exchange of innovations, ideas and concepts. It was here that this writer cum inventor had conceptualized a chair the shape of a bag. My rough drawing of the prototype is not much to look at but a shot putt athlete can, perhaps, save me a change for the eventual realization of this quite exciting take on a furniture fixture. I thank this blog for marking this as mine.
Like Richard's knights of the round table, the participants are given simple objects like a shrub or a vegetable and have their still life forms transmute into greater particles. The discussion must start on how these objects are going to grow into modern elements.
It was also here why this writer was baffled why the present news anchors would separate the woman delivering the entertainment news from the main newscasters. She would be standing up like a discarded mouth head and I never understand this divide. In my concept, the main anchors shall be seated on a round table and should only get the zooming shots when their respective stories are featured. The visuals shall cascade on the right side of the frame.
Even my airport is different. My hangar shall look like either a duck or a bird (even my planes have beaks), shaped like cradles. The main airport is in massive, white wings. The flying pattern (airplane) shall land on the hangar and shall mate with the lower portion of the pattern (cradle). My airport towers would look like cartoons with eyes luminiscent of windows.
(I had posted this as a tweet on my Facebook site too: I No Longer Wonder Why A Ship Is On Top Of These Buildings. My airport is all white and patterned like eagle wings in crystalline white with airplanes looking like ducks. They will land on a duck-patterned hangar with the beak as the final parking space. The other half of the flying pattern (plane) shall be consummated with the landing area (lower portion of the animal pattern). Welcome to GUTS CONCEPTS.)
My bus terminals shall have brown-eagled wings on the roof with bark trees separating the buses underneath. My buses must look like zoo animals to blend with my tree-filled highways.
No, I do not do Korean songs in my concepts nor innovate scrubbing gadgets. I have friends who can contribute something to the repertoire of worldly technology who can make the functions of do re mi sound like this: &&&& DO, RE, MI &&&&.
Happy New Year to all my readers.
By: Iris P. Concepcion
"Happy New Year To All My Facebook Network Friends. I am starting the year by honoring my ascendants. I have thus conceptualized an idea in honor of my father that I hereby baptize as GUTS CONCEPTS, an independent and flying advertising arm of the universe without having been listed in the stock market. The vision revolves around this idea: I start with an object and visualize it for a heightened use that shall benefit the world. Let us say, a stone, clay or wood. I shall shape them to fit the natural habitat and have them exchanged with other natural patterns that would enhance rather than dull the natural and Godly surroundings. I have found an office for this using the stereo, Interlude/Radiowealth design of my youth. Here, discussions are used with biblical allusions, literary metaphors and symbolic meanings. The motto of this group is thus capsulized under this single line: I Do Not Copy Since I Fully Trust The Functions Of My Memory And Mind."--Myself Posting A Tweet ON The Second Day Of January, 2555.
Back in the old days of my extremely engaging childhood, the idea of a stereo was mixed by an inventor with a perfectly made wood. Last Christmas, I ventured in Satun, Thailand and was surprised by a log cabin quietly illuminating a vision of Noah's Ark. It bore the wood of my stereo youth, with its evenly tuned bass and tenor switches. I was no longer astounded. I had grown up in an environment with fairy tale books bound with sash and elegant caricatures.
The swimming fishes in colorful hues navigate the ponds in front as biblical quotations are debated by a circle of men with world visions in mind.
I would love this meeting place to be adorned by huge birds on the rooftop with swaying wings, placed in wooden clips as immensely grafted fruits adorn its lobby. Technology gadgets and junk food are not allowed in this area. It is a place of gathering for debates and exchange of innovations, ideas and concepts. It was here that this writer cum inventor had conceptualized a chair the shape of a bag. My rough drawing of the prototype is not much to look at but a shot putt athlete can, perhaps, save me a change for the eventual realization of this quite exciting take on a furniture fixture. I thank this blog for marking this as mine.
Like Richard's knights of the round table, the participants are given simple objects like a shrub or a vegetable and have their still life forms transmute into greater particles. The discussion must start on how these objects are going to grow into modern elements.
It was also here why this writer was baffled why the present news anchors would separate the woman delivering the entertainment news from the main newscasters. She would be standing up like a discarded mouth head and I never understand this divide. In my concept, the main anchors shall be seated on a round table and should only get the zooming shots when their respective stories are featured. The visuals shall cascade on the right side of the frame.
Even my airport is different. My hangar shall look like either a duck or a bird (even my planes have beaks), shaped like cradles. The main airport is in massive, white wings. The flying pattern (airplane) shall land on the hangar and shall mate with the lower portion of the pattern (cradle). My airport towers would look like cartoons with eyes luminiscent of windows.
(I had posted this as a tweet on my Facebook site too: I No Longer Wonder Why A Ship Is On Top Of These Buildings. My airport is all white and patterned like eagle wings in crystalline white with airplanes looking like ducks. They will land on a duck-patterned hangar with the beak as the final parking space. The other half of the flying pattern (plane) shall be consummated with the landing area (lower portion of the animal pattern). Welcome to GUTS CONCEPTS.)
My bus terminals shall have brown-eagled wings on the roof with bark trees separating the buses underneath. My buses must look like zoo animals to blend with my tree-filled highways.
No, I do not do Korean songs in my concepts nor innovate scrubbing gadgets. I have friends who can contribute something to the repertoire of worldly technology who can make the functions of do re mi sound like this: &&&& DO, RE, MI &&&&.
Happy New Year to all my readers.
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