Based on recent news and opinion pieces from late 2025, the word Discaya is primarily associated with a couple who owns multiple construction companies that have secured significant flood control contracts. The word has become synonymous with great wealth: 80 cars, 40 of which are luxury, among others.
Wow!
In many friendly huddles, this has become a word for playful ribbing. Anything that elicits a “Wow!” is a Discaya moment.
I had such moments during our traditional Chit-sub-clan-one-day meet-up (my siblings and their families) before we all trek to our annual big clan. This year, there were only 10 of us (30%); the rest are abroad. Nonetheless, we tried to make the most of this rare time together in an Airbnb. The highlights were naturally food and kunol-kunol.
During the gift exchange, the opening salvo was at once a Discaya moment. A gift from my brother Matt. Wow! It was followed by another and another. Wow! Wow! Wow! Here's how a Discaya moment looks like: 
The story ends there, because if I divulge details, I could be summoned to a Senate inquiry.
All kiddding aside, just being with and receiving gifts from family (near or far)—whatever it may be—is more than a Discaya moment. It is a moment of grace.
“Behold, how good and pleasant it is when brothers dwell in unity!” Psalm 133:1 (ESV)
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| All set, clad in our first-day-clan-reunion uniform: purple (favorite color of late Mom/Lola), with her name "Visitacion" printed on it |
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