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Potential of hydrogen

OUT-and-out out— RP for rust in piss, rumbling pennies. So, so in: PH which can be construed as the “potential of hydrogen” to swing from tartness to bitterness, the so-called pH scale to measure acidity or alkalinity of a substance…

It’s now a tad easier to figure out the sort of substance in the Pinoy biochemistry… there are bitter sorts and orts limping in Momordica charantia sentiments and wrinkles, may mga matindi talaga ang asim, and there are those who go limpid as distilled water with a neutral 7-- the vaginal pH of prepubescent girls and damsels on into menopause…

A gourmet can relish the hydrogen potential spectrum taking equal mouthfuls of pinapaitan (bile-flavored stew of goat innards) and sinampalukang manok (spring chicken in a consommé of condiments spiked with tamarind shoots)… and a headstrong—no sugar please— brew of Coffea arabica goes well with paksiw na bangus (milkfish simmered in palm vinegar, spices and veggies) for breakfast… that bitter brew of suds go well with a ceviche of anchovies.

Kahit ilang paligo, kaskas ng papel de liha’t buhos ng balde-baldeng pabango, lumulutang pa rin ang sansang ng asido muriatiko’t panis na kaning-baboy sa katawan ng mga ‘kakasukang tao… bakit gano’n
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Such sourpuss bipeds are aplenty… bellyaching is a consuming obsession for such sour grapes… a website points to the dispositions that touch off dour biochemistry in such yaks… “(1) Hate lowers the pH to become more acidic.”

So does “(2) fear, (3) anarchy, (4) distrust, and (5) vengeance” crank up body acidity which likely leads to acidosis.

Symptoms betray sourpuss types: “(1) insomnia; (2) frequent sighing; (3) water retention; (4) toxins accumulate, the person turns toxic; (4) migraine headaches; (5) difficulty swallowing; (6) stamina and mood decline; (7) abnormally low blood pressure; (8) lousy performance in physical activities—including those done in bed."

Other sour symptoms include “(9) bumps on the tongue or roof of mouth; (10) impaired vitamin and mineral absorption; (11) wrecked biota—balance of microorganisms within and outside the body-- as friendly bacteria and fungi prone to mutate into destructive types; (12) dry, hard and/or smelly stools; (13) rheumatoid arthritis; and (14) burning sensation in the mouth.”

A healthy human body is a tad tart—between 6.1 and 7.0 on the pH scale… that limits the growth of harmful microorganisms—and fosters growth of friendly bacteria and fungi-- within and without.

As for the all-time favorite delicacy, findings show “a healthy vagina produces a normal discharge which acts as a natural cleanser and when maintaining an acidic pH level of 3.5 to 4.5 (very acidic), it keeps a balance between healthy and unhealthy bacteria, fungi and viruses in that area.”

As for the potential of hydrogen, it’s numero uno in the table of elements, the lightest there is… yet, it can go into the making of thermonuclear weaponry, the sort that delivers mass destruction.

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