Comedy Relief: “Casa”

My father, his brothers, and male cousins were all teenagers in the early 1950s…

Boys will be boys, and teenagers have rampaging hormones.

At that time, there was a famous brothel / whorehouse in Las Pinas where men “got their fix”…

So the boys went on their night out…

Some of the boys, including my father, got cold feet and decided to “chicken out.”

My father had the stupid idea of visiting a distant relative who lived in the area.  He thought it would be nice to have a late night “merienda” there.

After the boys had left, She immediately called my grandmother.  My Lola Charing flew into a rage!!!

My widowed and pious grandmother took out a leather whip and repeatedly struck the Entirety of Hell out of her teenage boys, quite like an “exorcism,” making the sign of the cross every few seconds and invoking the Entire Heavenly Host along the way!!!

“Sagrado Corazon de Jesus!  Corazon de Maria!  San Miguel Arcangel!  San Rafael Arcangel!  Santa Maria Magdalena!  Santa Filomena!  San Agustin!  Santo Domingo!  San Francisco de Asis!  San Antonio de Padua!  San Vicente Ferrer!…!!!”  *lolsz*

As expected, Macarito the fat little boy laughed and laughed while his elder brothers were being whipped by their mother.  He was left to watch his cartoons on TV and munch on a vat of American popcorn while his brothers went on their adolescent adventure.

The boys were just ahead of their time.  They would have enjoyed all the “night spots” all over the metropolis now…   😛

Bwahahah!!!

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7 Comments

  1. March 12, 2007 at 5:31 pm

    Nikki:

    You should find it funny. Guess who was there with them??? None other than your Papa Ito!!! *lolsz!*

    Tito Toto

  2. March 12, 2007 at 4:15 pm

    “Sagrado Corazon de Jesus! Corazon de Maria! San Miguel Arcangel! San Rafael Arcangel! Santa Maria Magdalena! Santa Filomena! San Agustin! Santo Domingo! San Francisco de Asis! San Antonio de Padua! San Vicente Ferrer!…!!!” …………………….. bwahahaha!!!! 😛

  3. cousin paz said,

    December 15, 2006 at 6:03 am

    I heard that the “hacienda” owner had left a sizeable fortune to his only daughter. He was able to purchase prime properties in different parts of the country from the money he acquired from the glory days of the hacienda. When he died, the daughter got the services of my dad for her legal consultations. Apparently, because the “hacendero” was moneyed but not educated some of the properties he bought were undocumented and cases were being filed against him and his sole heiress. Dad was able to help her reacquire the properties in question (excluding the hacienda as it was properly documented).

    Unfortunately, dad died in 1998 and to this day, the heiress of the hacienda (et.al. empire) has not paid my mother for the balance of what she owed my dad. And to think she could have redeemed her father’s name (or what was left of it) by at least honoring their debts.

  4. December 14, 2006 at 1:35 pm

    cousin paz:

    I am really amazed at the longspan memory of the Old People!!! That is a remarkable piece of social history in your comment!!! I am sure people interested in Las Pinas history and conservation will pick up your thread of thought. Thank you!!!

    Toto Gonzalez

  5. December 14, 2006 at 1:32 pm

    xxxx:

    Can the Filipinos ever really beat the Thais when it comes to gay sex???

    Toto Gonzalez

  6. cousin paz said,

    December 14, 2006 at 6:55 am

    According to my mother, the “casa” that you referred to in Las Pinas would later become known as “hacienda.” An “hacienda” of prostitutes and brothels. We actually lived in Las Pinas in the early 60’s because we stayed with my dad’s sister and her husband. They were childless. Our house had a huge play area and the gate at the back opened up to the beach. Jale Beach (I think it was owned by the Jalandonis) then was just a few steps away from our old house. You see, my dad became a native of Las Pinas during his elementary years until 1965 when he and my mom bought the property in Mandaluyong.

    The “casa/hacienda” according to my parents was so famous for such activities to literally “ease” rampaging hormones. My mom says that next to the bamboo organ, Las Pinas in the late 40s to the late 50s was known for its “red light” esquinita. The weird thing about it is that the so-called “hacienda” was located a few meters away from the parish church. Less than a kilometer, I believe. In later years, the “hacienda’s” flesh trade finally ended.

    Because the “hacienda” was located in what would later be considered today as a prime area, the owner of the brothels wanted to make a thriving business out of it through real estate. At one point, he even consulted my dad for some legal stuff related to his “prime property” — some legal documentation I suppose. Well, call it a case of karma or “malas”, because to this day, the “prime property” that it is, remains unsold. It is also said that the property is haunted. Some people who live in the area say that you could hear the sound of babies crying in an eerie sort of way, probably the result of unwanted pregnancies courtesy of their “madres de la casa/hacienda.”

  7. xxxx said,

    December 14, 2006 at 2:54 am

    Sometimes I wish I am in Manila to see the gay bars. I hear they’re better than Sirawongse in Bangkok.


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