Our senior geopolitical correspondent Brian Neyra caught up with Tim Cook who was on his way back to California and he asked the Apple CEO about what he thinks of that Filipino delicacy lumpiang Shanghai. Here was his response:
(CTTO)
We, the people born between the years 1930-1980, were the blessed ones. Our lives are a living proof.
¶ While playing and riding a bike, we have never worn a helmet.
¶ after school we did our homework ourselves and we always played in meadows until sunset
¶ We played with real friends, not virtual friends.
¶ If we were thirsty, we would drink frim the fountain, from the waterfalls, faucet water, not mineral water.
¶ We never worried and get sick even as we shared the same cup or plate with our friends.
¶ We never gained weight by eating bread and pasta every day.
¶ Nothing happened to our feet despite walking barefoot.
¶ We never used food supplements to stay healthy.
¶ We used to make our own toys and play with them.
¶ Our parents were not rich. They gave us love, not material gifts.
¶ We never had a cell phone, DVD, PSP, game console, Xbox, video games, PC, laptop, internet chat . . . but we had true friends.
¶ We visited our friends without being invited and shared and enjoyed the food with their family.
Parents lived nearby to take advantage of family time.
¶ We may have had black and white photos, but you can find colorful memories in these photos.
¶ We are a unique and the most understanding generation, because we are the last generation that listened to their parents.
And we are also the first ones who were forced to listen to their children.~
In the realm of politics, oh what a sight,
Atty. Glenn Chong, once shining bright,
A crusader for justice, a voice so loud,
Now lost in the circus, amidst the crowd.
From congressman’s seat to a murky lane,
Where loyalties shift like wind-blown grain.
Oh, Chong, how you’ve fallen from grace,
Trading principles for a dubious embrace.
With Maharlika, the vlogger of shadows deep,
In a dance of deception, where truths sleep.
License to practice law at stake,
Yet Chong dances on, for his ego’s sake.
A cautionary tale, a lesson learned,
In the pursuit of power, how bridges burn.
Atty. Glenn Chong, once held so dear,
Now just a footnote, in the annals of fear.
The Adobo Chronicles 
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