This is one of my dad’s favorite dish. Some people call it “the Philippines answer to Japan’s Sushi” since it is, basically, a dish of uncooked fish. Though, technically, it has more in common to Latin America’s ceviche since the dish is cooked by the vinegar marinade.
As far as my research went this is an Original Visayan dish and probably originated somewhere in the Island of Samar or that of Leyte, basing on the ingredients that are used and the folklore behind it.
The word “kinilaw” is derived from the bisaya term “kilaw” which means “eaten fresh”. The fishermen back then (and even till now) would fillet their fresh catch and would just deep it in sea water before eating it (now that is fresh!).
Fish is one of the most highly perishable foods; it starts to rot fast the moment the fish is hauled from the ocean. Since vinegar and salt are very good preservatives, the folks back then used it often in their cooking. Since firewood is very scarce in the islands someone must have had the insanely bright idea to not cook the fish at all. Good thing for us that they tried it first. I don’t want any experimenting when it comes to my stomach.
I tried researching some creation myths of this dish and found something mighty amusing. It goes like this:
A long time ago, there lived a Datu (Filipino Tribal Chieftain) who was an asshole and a gluttonous pig. He always wanted to satisfy his food cravings and always insists that his Cook must prepare some unique dish that will satisfy his voracious mouth. The cook always tries his best but the Datu is not satisfied.
“By tomorrow noon, if you cannot prepare a dish that is worthy of my royal stomach, then off with your head,” the Datu said.
The Cook, whose name is Law, was at his wit’s end, he had already cooked all the recipes that he knows of and yet the Datu is still not satisfied.
By morning the following day Law was already mad with worry. He did not know what to do anymore. It was too much already. He snapped.
“Fuck that Datu, if I am gonna die then he will die with me,” deliriously mumbled Law to himself. “That pig will die shitting himself.”
Thinking that an uncooked fish would be a sure way to go to cause uncontrollable shitting (one of the leading causes of death in the old days); he filleted some fish, put vinegar, salt, and some spices and herbs then served the dish to the Datu.
The Datu surprisingly ate it with relish and said “Kini Law” (This is it Law).
So here is the recipe:
1/2 kilo of tuna fillets (or any fish that you may have on the refrigerator)
1 good-sized hand of ginger, peeled and sliced (this is to get rid of the unwanted smell)
1 head of garlic, peeled and crushed
2 white onion, thinly sliced (or you could use red onion if you want it traditional)
5 green chili peppers, cut diagonally into 1/4-inch thick slices
(you may not use this if you don’t want it to be spicy hot)
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Dili lalim nga magpuyo nga matarong sa lugar nga gipalibotan ug daotan. Muo kini akoang reyalisasyon human nako mahinumduman ang istorya ni Lot sa bibliya. Para kaninyo nga nakalimot na bahin kay Lot, siya to’ng pag-umangkon ni Abraham nga nag puyo sa syudad sa Sodom.
Sa atoang panahon karon nga puno ug tintasyon ug kadaot, puno ug sakona ug daotang katalagman, usahay maka bati gayud kita ug kahoyang sa atoang prinsipyo ug sa atoang pagtuo. Kung sa ininglis pa, crisis of principle and of faith.
Matud pa pud sa akoang usa ka higala, kung naa daw usa ka gwapa ug partang hubaga nga babae nga iya kauban sa usa ka kwarto tas gahubo sa iya’ng sanina samtang gina hanggat siya nga mag iyot sila, mo dili pa ba daw siya nga pila rabaya daw ang kusog sa lalaki. Tuod gyud pud, partang lisuda kana balibaran nga sitwasyon, ug dili pud ko magpaka limpyo nga mo ingun nga kung ako ma butang ana nga higayon nga mo talikod ako sa walay pagduha-duha.
Apan, kung ako pud ma butang anang tungora maka huna-huna pud ko kung wala ba kini sakit ning bayhana ni? Basi pagkahuman sa milagro nga mahitabo (matud pa sa mga katigulangan) maka iyot nuon ko ug lubi.
O kung dili ba kaha, basi na-ay pagka Hayden Kho ning bayhana ni, basi na-ay hidden cam sulod sa kwarto ug basi pagka sunod adlaw makita nalang nako ang ako-ang ga huboy-huboy nga lubot sa internet. Sumala ba gud, wala man guro nag expect si Katrina Halili nga ma video siya o nga makalat tong videoha to sa internet. Apan muo kana ang pagmahay, naa gayud permi sa ulahi, kai kung mag una pa ang pagmahay wala natay angay mahayan kay dili naman nato buhaton. Matud pa pud sa akoang higala nga idad-idaran na, “utok gamita, dili ulok”.
Sa tinud-anay lang, ang iyot lami, pero ang ka lami ana mo lungtad ra na sa pipila ka mga gutlo. Mo bilib na gyud ko sa usa ka lalaki nga makaya makig iyot ug usa ka oras “non-stop” (naks, murag bus, unsa na aircon o regular?), iyot gyud ni ha, not counted ang “foreplay” o warm-up ba kung sinaguy pa nga storya (kung dili pagyud ka kabalo unsa akoa gina pasabot sa foreplay ug tapulan ka nga i-search ni sa google, ang foreplay kana ng halok-halok, hikap-hikap, kumot-kumot, gakos-gakos, ug uban pa before pa gayud ang aktwal nga pag sulod sa kinatawo sa lalaki sa tago-angkan sa babae.)
Dili problema ang iyot, ang problema kay kung unsay mahitabo pagkahuman sa iyot. Ang ka pait, ilabina sa mga ga-tisting-tisting pa aning butanga ni, naka “first shot” pa lang gani, ni simplang na. Ang mas pait pagyud, kay kasagara kung ma simplang, sa tibuok kinabuhi paga antusan. Corny man tuod paminawon, pero “it is better safe than sorry”. Ang lisud pa gayud kay kung ma daot tungod sa iyot, STD kung baga (Sexually Transmitted Disease, kung binisaya pa – Makuha sa Iyot nga Sakit), impas bahaw nato ana kung muo ra ato-a kamatyan o kung di ba kaha ma putol si manoy kay na lata.
Kung palami lang man gali inyo plano ug dili pa ninyo kaya barugan ang mahitabo kung ma sipyat mo, pag maryang palad nalang mo, wala pay gasto; walay hasol; pwede pa buhaton anywhere; dili pa mo mahadlok kung magka kina-unsa; pangtrapo lang ang kinahanglan i-andam.
Dili lalim mag ka STD, mas labaw nga dili lalim nga mag atiman ug bata. Ayaw daota ang imo kaugalingon ug ang kinabuhi sa imo mahimong anak ug asawa tungod lang kai dili ka kakontrol sa imong pagpangatol. Basi’g kagid diay na, abi lang nimog uwag. Kaligo tawon.
Para pud sa mga babae, ang kasagaran nako ma dunggan nga estorya sa akoang mga ka-ila nga babae kay:
“kulit man gud kaayo, dili mo sugot kung NO ako i-ingun”
(pag sure day uie, di man gani ka maminaw sa imo mama nga na lata nalang ang dila sa ka-yawyaw sa imuha, ayaw paka sad-a ang uban kung magbiniga ka);
o mo ingun nga: “love man gud kaayo nako siya bi..”
(ang pangutana, love ba ka niya? O basig uwag rato sa iya);
ug ang pinaka gaga nako nga na dunggan: “abi nako ug safe, dugay naman gud mi permi ug ingun-ana, abi nakog ba-og siya o ako ba kaha ang ba-og,”
(pag sure ragud kay mag bingka ta, unsa ka? Doktor? Maayo man kaayo ka mo diagnose.);
ug ang pinaka worse sa tanan: “Gi tuyo man gyud nako ni na ma buros para dili na gyud maka ikyas si dodong, sayang kaayo if maka hawa engineer na gud!”
(ka yawa ba paminawon, unsa lugar ni ang iyot ron ug ang bata, pang-collateral sa loan??)
Estupida! Kung ang basihan ra nimo sa imong kinabuhi kai lalaki then gaga jud kang dako. You were born into this world nga walai uyab, tawon uie. A happy and meaningful life is not based on your boyfriend tawon dai. We make our life. How happy and meaningful it is for us is based upon our decisions and actions ug dili tungod sa sikinsa mang prokupyuha.
Make yourself better, greater, and more awesome, and trust me, all else will follow. Find yourself first. Know yourself more. And strengthen that which needs to be strengthened and discard that which needs to be discarded. After all, we could not give what we do not have. So how can we truly love and be loved if we even fail to truly love ourselves?
Wala man ko nag ingon nga dapat dili mag iyot, wala koy katungod nga mo ingon ana, kung sa ininglis pa – wala koy moral ascendancy. Sa akoa lang, mas maayo guro para sa atoang pamilya, ug labaw sa tanan, para sa atoang ka-ugmaon kung dili ta magpataka ug asdang sa usa ka butang nga dili pata andam, o dili pata sigurado, ug labaw sa tanan kung wala patay tarong kahibalo sa kung unsa atong ga sudlan.
Sex comes with responsibility and with temperance. Do it recklessly and probably (if you are lucky) you will only have a penis similar to the one shown above, or worse.. you will end up dead.
Kung kabalo nagani ka mo iyot ibot-ipasabot nga mature napud ka to take up responsibilities. Don’t be an asshole and think nga magpatabang ra gihapon ka sa imo ginikanan kung magka-problema ka sa imong kabuang. Kung kabalo gani ka mo sulod dapat kabalo pud ka mo gawas.
Life is beautiful, life is awesome. Don’t ruin it by your stupid decisions.
It is action packed, with a heroine that is not at all “girly girly with lots of pink and ruffles”, which is most often the case for most fiction novels with a female on the lead.
Myfanwy Thomas could really kick ass!!!
Yes, the plot which narrates the adventure of a young woman who is a member of a secret government organization that battles threats to the national security by supernatural forces has already been done to death but the way the author wrote it is fresh and has depth.
It tackles the question, among others, if we lose all our memories are we still us, or another individual? Certainly something that gave me pause for a moment of serious contemplation there. It even begs us to ask ourselves “if we do not look human, are we still human?”
The way the author painted his story in vivid, almost garish, tones one moment and then in light earthy pastels the next makes it fresh and entertaining even for the most jaded readers, such as myself.
I would have preferred some parts of it to be rougher and grittier, but hey, i have a dark and troubled mind. But, for the rest of the general reading public out there, it would hit the right spot, like hot chocolate on a rainy day.
For me, the book is like a combination of the Matrix and the Dresden Files. Fast paced, easy to read and rich with details about a secret world that the author gave us a tantalizing glimpse of.
Read it! It’s worth it!
From the book jacket
“”The body you are wearing used to be mine.” So begins the letter Myfanwy Thomas is holding when she awakes in a London park surrounded by bodies all wearing latex gloves. With no recollection of who she is, Myfanwy must follow the instructions her former self left behind to discover her identity and track down the agents who want to destroy her. She soon learns that she is a Rook, a high-ranking member of a secret organization called the Chequy that battles the many supernatural forces at work in Britain. She also discovers that she possesses a rare, potentially deadly supernatural ability of her own. In her quest to uncover which member of the Chequy betrayed her and why, Myfanwy encounters a person with four bodies, an aristocratic woman who can enter her dreams, a secret training facility where children are transformed into deadly fighters, and a conspiracy more vast than she ever could have imagined.”
I had been privileged to witness once a kind of love story that could only be seen in movies, and could only be imagined in the most vivid of day dreams by hormone addled teens. It is a love story that I could only describe as one much sweeter and passionate than that of Edward and Bella’s, yet more nourishing and delicate than that of Romeo and Juliet’s.
Just like anything in life, it started in uncertainty; to be honest, at the start I didn’t even realize that I am witnessing what would be, for me, one of the most inspiring and heartwarming proof of humanity’s capacity to love and be loved.
NOTE: For the sake of their privacy, allow me to change the names of the characters.
Ron and Ren were studying on the same University as me. Ron was taking up a degree in Mechanical Engineering, an intelligent and charming man, and the ladies find him quite attractive. Ren was studying Psychology; passionate, articulate, and sexy. Since our school has a rather huge campus and their particular colleges being situated a fair distance from each other, it was only on their final year when they were made aware that the other exists.
I don’t know if it was destiny or if there really is some fat kid with wings out there who makes use of humanity as target practice for his frigging arrows; but with some twist of fate and the connivance of the Universe, they did meet.
Maybe life sometimes hate to copy some cheesy scene in a romantic movie or that the Mighty Hand that wrote the story of their lives just wanted to have some variety, but as far as first meetings go it was the lamest for a love story. You see, they met at a meeting – an extremely atrociously boring and god-awful honest to goodness meeting.
It was a University Student Council Meeting; packed full of pompous and overbearing individuals with aspirations to fame and visions of self-importance. Ron was the then chairman for the College of Engineering student body, and at that time too, Ren was the Prime Councilor of the University student body (a position quite similar in nature to the Speaker of the House of Representatives).
Attractiveness, intelligence and being all around cool, though, did not make them immune to the overwhelming and contagious nature of boredom. Just like anyone who found themselves in such a situation, they tried to find something more interesting to pass the time, like flirting with the nearest attractive person for example – which they did. It so happened, thanks to the mysterious workings of the Universe (again!), that they were sitting just near enough to start talking.
Their eyes met. Just a shy tentative look at first, then followed by several quick and successive secretive glances, just to make sure that there really was that initial spark – that tingling sensation that resonates from the heart.
Seconds passed by as eternity, minutes were already an agony.
Finally, Ron found the courage – the audacity, to ask Ren out.
It was a short courtship, nothing fancy, and certainly not the kind of courtship that would look good in movies. They went out for walks, talked a lot, and occasionally had that fleeting moments of rapturous harmony that often come with that affectionate bond that forms when minds and hearts connect.
What makes their story awesome is not their courtship, which was very brief to say the least. What makes it great was the kind of devotion and love that only a few people, since the time when man first loved and be loved, had ever tasted – that sweet intoxicating nectar of young love with the heady zest of fading innocence.
You see, this love story happened in our little country, the Philippines, and they were student leaders during a time where there was deep rooted animosity between the university administration and the studentry. In our country, where there is still an ongoing war between the government and communist insurgents, instances where there are tensions between the “establishment” and the idealistic yet disillusioned students are ripe ground for the communist movement to plant the seeds of rebellious thoughts and harvest new recruits that grew out of what they had spread.
One of those seeds took root in the mind of Ren, she was recruited and entered into the ranks of the communist insurgency. This happened just a couple of months from the start of their sweet romance. It was a troubling time for them, Ron totally disapproved of anything to do with communism. He already saw what ruin it causes in the lives of many. He saw families from the small village he came from that were torn apart because of the fighting. He saw death and destruction, where there was once laughter and smiles, in the eyes of those bereft. It was a cycle of agony without an end in sight.
He was a simple man with simple dreams, to have a family and to live a life of simple bliss. He was a righteous man, strong in principles and always stand for what is right. But, he said, bearing arms to kill people is not right and should never be right. Suffering breeds hate, hate breeds more hate and will end in death, death gives birth to more death, and death caused by hate creates suffering.
Now, if Ron was just any man and the love that he professed to feel for Ren was just a way to get her to bed, then the romance would have fizzled out at that point. It was a clusterfuck waiting to happen. No matter what action movies would tell you, in real life seldom was there a happy ending if you mix guns with romance. But Ron loved Ren in a way that is seldom seen outside the big screen, like Thor with his hammer or Puss with his boots, she completes him.
And, he was no ordinary man – he has balls of brass the size of coconuts.
He joined the communist insurgency with Ren.
“What will happen to Ren in the mountains if there is no one to take care of her, she is a city girl for *u*ksakes! How will she survive there without anyone looking out for her?And who will convince her to come down if not me?” Admittedly, we were drunk when he said those words, but i never expected that when his hangover has come and gone and sanity kicks in that he would still push through.
They say that for every gallon of bravery there is always a dash of insanity thrown in for good measure. At that time i thought he had more than a dash of insanity in him. Be that as it may, one thing is for sure, he has balls of brass the size of coconuts!
In between joining communist led rallies and cleaning empty bullet shells for reloading, he talked patiently and lovingly with Ren. Ever patient, ever loving, ever dependable even in the face of adversity. He was the shoulders she could lean on and the arms to cradle her when she was at her weakest.
In the end, he won her over with his patient love and his devotion to her. By willing to march into the mouth of hell to bring her back, Ron had shown the kind of love that is not often seen in movies with glittery vampires and bare-chested werewolves. Sometimes true love does not manifest through a passionate kiss under the rain in a moonlit night, or through an electrifying sex behind the bookshelves in the library, sometimes true love is shown through the simple actions made day by day that when looked from afar become awesome tales of adventure and romance.
Now, Ron is a Marine and Mechanical Engineer and Ren is working as a representative for a medical firm, they live a simple yet a very happy life with their baby daughter.
True and lasting love is not made by blazing ecstasy and fiery heat of passion, it is through a conscious decision to stick together and fight for the love that burns in the heart and in the soul. True love is not always accompanied by sweet music and romantic bliss, often times to have our true love we need to walk a hard and rocky road.
Ron only decided that he must not let Ren ruin her life and that he must not leave her because he love her; a simple decision that led him to happiness through a torturous and agonizing road. No words of mine could give vivid color to how terrible were those times for them and how it almost led them to the brink of death’s abyss.
To have true love and a happy ending to our story we must actively seek for it, and when we find it we must fight our damned best to retain it, and when we have retained it we must work our hardest to nurture it and make it grow and bloom.
This is for airing the things that we often forget and yet never truly forgotten, the things that we seldom give importance and yet fills our lives with more meaning and vibrance. This is for those thoughts that are rarely spoken aloud and yet in its hushed whisper it shouts out to our minds and resonates in our hearts.