Saturday, July 26, 2008
Taking Back Sunday 2
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Alay Sa Nagkamalay Noong Dekada Nobenta
"Bwakanginangyan!!I hate this camera!
Monday, July 21, 2008
Dear Uncle Sam
Masaya bang tumira sa inyo? Balita ko maraming mga kamag-anak naming ang patay na patay makatapak sa lugar niyo. Ginawa ang lahat para lang makakuha ng VISA. Maraming akong kakilala na nagpunta sa inyo na yumaman. May mga properyunal, skilled workers at kung sinu-sino pa. Iniwan nila ang pamilya nila sa bahay para puntahan ka at para na rin sa pamilyang iniwan nila. Kahit na mahusay at bihasa pa sila, ikaw pa rin ang nilapitan. Di nagtatagal, isasama rin nila ang buong pamilya nila sa iyo. Masaya nga bang tumira sa iyo? Sino ka ba talaga sa palagay mo? Ikaw ba ang sagot sa problema ng pangangailangan ko? Matutulungan mo nga ba talaga ako? Parang ang simple lang ng tanong ko pero ang hirap intindihin. Siguro kapag sinulatan mo ako may linaw na ang gumugulo sa isipan ko.
Nagmamahal,
Anak ng OFW
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Taking Back Sunday
Thursday, July 17, 2008
I Design...
This is my work. This is my job. To design more than what a man could see. More than what man could think. I am concerned of health more than money, dignity more than profit, beauty more than eyes could see.
I am an architect. I build homes for a family, Offices for real professionals, Places for recreation. Elevating heights of building, Churches for sanctuary of spirit, Schools for effective learning. Cities for happy living and a good community. I will secure homes more than before the guard, I will find a way before the road, I will find a view more than an artist, I will give shelter more than a builder. With my hands you are safe, clean, happy and satisfied. More than that I will show you how good the Creator is.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Wet Shoes
I was sitting at the window side of the bus on my way home after a long day of work. It was raining. I was reminded again of my childhood blues. When I was a kid, I always dream of wearing comfortable shoes. I consider it more than a need but a luxury since we can’t afford to buy good ones. Many times happened that I got my feet wet from a wrecked pair of shoes. I accept the mere fact because we’re empty handed most of the time. Since then I said to myself “when I grow up I will have the best pair ever”. I consider my feet so important more than a symbol for the walk I make in life. I think that people are characterized somehow of the shoes they have. Some have white, black, clean and simple. Some are sleek and do have diamonds and some are dirty and worn out. It really depends on how it was used and the places it has stepped. I remembered a line from a tv series said “It is important to have good shoes. It shall bring you to places”. Suddenly I was disturbed by the call of the bus conductor. I’m already on the terminal.
Reaching home, I slowly removed my shoes one after another noticing that it was wet. Now and still wet.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Full Battle Gear
Friday, July 11, 2008
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Why A Country So Blessed Starving?
Jeepney Driver: “Thank You sir” after giving then gave money to the MMDA officer after getting caught from a traffic violation.
OFW: “there’s no place like America”
Neighbor of an OFW: Liza has a nice car. Perhaps I can also have that when I go abroad.
Board Topnotcher of Medicine: I will take nursing anyway.
Elementary student: “Ma’am shall I have a passing grade?”
Teacher: “of course you should.” Buy more of my special bibingka.
Businessman: “Shall the bill pass? What do you think?”
Mr. Senator: “At the right price sir. No questions asked.”
Monday, July 7, 2008
"Oh My Gas!"
Walk Like You Talk and Talk Like You Walk
Friday, July 4, 2008
Boston Drama
Foreign Band? Not really. Typecast is the most influential band in the Philippines when it comes to emotional hardcore music. A blend of foreign influence rendered with the creativity of Filipinos. For someone in Boston, this song really counts.
Can this be a sequel of my dying hope?
Chasing down a never ending make-believe
But you’re a perfect match of consistency
Will you come back in a heartbeat?
Don’t be confused of what a great thing we could be
We’ll take a walk on the same street
Can you tell me how Boston is like without me?
You’re image is stamp beneath the insides of my heart
Now you’re gone I don’t know where to start
The evidence is showing like a stable apprehension
But you’re the only one who’s apt for this affection(this affection)
Will you come back in a heartbeat?
Don’t be confused of what a great thing we could be
We’ll take a walk on the same street
Can you tell me how Boston is like without me?
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Some of the Longest Lines in the World
Arranged In Any order
1. Line of people outside the wowowee studio.