The Balut Vendor

One night, my mom heard someone shout “balut!” So she went out of the house to buy two. She was surprised to see a young boy, less than five feet in height, thin, carrying a basket of balut and chicharon.

My mom being inquisitive, she asked the kid some questions.

“How old are you?”

“Ten,” the boy answered.

“Are you studying?” , my mom asked as she pays for the balut.

“No, mam,” said the boy, giving my mom the balut wrapped in paper.

“How much do you earn?”

“Not much. Just enough to get anothet batch tomorrow and some food to eat.”

And so the boy moved on, shouting “balut”, walking along Tenth Avenue, taking no heed of the jeep and tricycles and the usual cars plying that road.

This is to answer Ric Saludo’s media blast this morning. He must be reacting to Boo Chanco’s column.

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  3. The balut vendor lives in Caloocan City whose mayor made “raising the quality of education” a priority.

    Must it not an elementary education free and compulsory?

    Nationwide, there are too many youths at-risk. Which in turn exposes everybody to risk.

  4. I still can’t believe how easily the press fell for that 17-year high claim. As i mentioned one week ago in my blog, anyone who looks at the recent NSCB data would immediately see that the revised growth rates for 1Q and 2Q 2004 were higher. The disclaimer that Boo Chanco mentions on the non-comparability of statistics from earlier years is also publish on that website.

  5. Shhh… we’re trying to lure foreign investors.

    And our economy is doing so well that we’re looking into investing offshore.

    Smart.

    (The econmist winks.)

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  7. Hi, Arthur, that’s just motherhood statement on the part of the mayor. He’s very good at that, BTW.

    Hi Chuck, that goes to show the caliber of journalists that we have nowadays.

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