Saturday, 31 October 2009

A Visit


My mother and I went to the cemetery to visit my elder brother, Dominic. He died young from a serious disease. My parents didn’t keep a photo of him, but they say that my Kuya had my mother’s eyes, nose and lips. Moving on a year later, I was conceived and the throne of the “eldest son” was vested on me.

My mother was trying to recall the exact location of my Kuya’s grave. We were looking at a wall stretching for about a quarter of a kilometre, populated with squares from top to bottom. Each square is like an “apartment block” for skeletons. Almost all have been repainted white. Several flowers added colour and candles were lit, giving light to these squares. But some were left untouched, unvisited, no life like what it was meant to be.

Unfortunately, my Kuya’s grave doesn’t have an epitaph. The markings on the grave were carved in a substandard manner. When I asked my mother why they didn’t bother to put a decent epitaph for Kuya, she said they couldn’t afford it then. “At hanggang sa napabayaan na lang.”, she added.

Until finally, after almost an hour of searching, we spotted my Kuya’s grave. About twenty-something squares from the left and 4 squares from the top.

As usual, the familiar scenarios in the Philippines during November 1st, the cemeteries are once again flocked by the living not only to commemorate the dead but also to make a living. Candles, flowers, food stuff. They’re everywhere. It was business as usual, even street kids found their way to collect money for services rendered like cleaning and/or repainting the graves. My mother hired a young boy for twenty pesos to repaint Kuya’s tombstone.

Shortly after the task was finished my mother went to the cemetery caretakers, asking for how much was our financial obligations for letting the bones of my Kuya rest in that small space in the cemetery. I was left standing in front of my brother’s tomb, now newly painted all-white, staring blankly on the faded substandard markings on the epitaph. Honestly, I felt detached. Maybe because I didn’t have an inkling how it feels to have an elder sibling, some sort of a “big brother” figure.

Then my mind started to speak,

"Siguro, kung nabuhay ka lang, mas magiging mabuti kang panganay. Siguro, mas mabibigyan ng justice yung word na ‘Panganay’ kung nabuhay ka lang. Mas matatakot yung mga kapatid natin sa’yo. Mas irerespeto ka nila. Malamang mas malakas ka kesa sa akin. Siguro, kung ikaw ang naging bread winner, hindi ka magiging dissapointment sa pamilya natin. At siguro din, kung ikaw ang naging panganay, palagi tayong magkaaway. Natural daw yung minsan eh hindi magkasundo ang panganay at pangalawang anak. Katulad ngayon, may mga pinagtatalunan kami ni Avin minsan. Sana nakita mo yung iba pa nating mga kapatid. Masyado masipag ang mga magulang natin eh, kaya kami dumami ng ganito. Kung minsan, nararamdaman ko na rin ang pagod. Bread winner na, peacekeeper at shock absorber pa kapag magulo ang sitwasyon sa bahay. Ganunpaman, alam ko may dahilan si Lord kung bakit kailangan mong iwanan kaagad sila Mama at Papa. Salamat Kuya."

When my mother came back, she brought candles and a small vase filled with flowers. I placed them beside my Kuya’s grave.

“Aba, malinis magtrabaho yung bata ah!“, my mother said, inspecting the finish product.

We were planning to put a new epitaph...


Note: This is a repost from my old Friendster blog, written five years ago.



Sunday, 25 October 2009

Fly Away




"When will you be home?" she asks
as we watch the planes take off
We both know we have no clear answer to where my dreams may lead
She's watched me as i crawled and stumbled
As a child, she was my world
And now to let me go, I know she bleeds
and yet she says to me

You can fly so high
Keep your gaze upon the sky
I'll be prayin every step along the way
Even though it breaks my heart to know we'll be so far apart
I love you too much to make you stay
Baby fly away

Autumn leaves fell into spring time and
SIlver-painted hair
Daddy called one evening saying
"We need you. Please come back"
When I saw her laying in her bed
Fragile as a child
Pale just like an angel taking flight
I held her as I cried

You can fly so high
Keep your gaze upon the sky
I'll be prayin every step along the way
Even though it breaks my heart to know we'll be so far apart
I love you too much to make you stay
Baby fly away
ohh...
I love you too much to make you stay
Baby fly away


I Love You Ma. Be strong.

Sunday, 20 September 2009

Memorare


"At ihiling sa mga bituin
Na minsan pa sana ako'y iyong mahalin
Ihiling kahit dumilim
Ang aking daan na tatahakin
Patungo sa iyo, patungo sa iyo"



Malalim na ang gabi. Nakaupo tayo sa isang bench. Isang bench sa labas ng Starbucks. Sa Starbucks branch doon sa Merlion Park. Nakatingin tayo sa malayo. Nakaharap sa Marina bay kung saan tanaw ang Esplanade, Singapore Flyer at ang ginagawang Integrated Resort and Casino. Nagkukuwentuhan tayo tungkol sa maraming bagay, nagtatawanan, nagbobolahan habang hinahalo ang cream ng ating Java Chip Frappucino gamit ang straw. Yun ang unang beses kong nakatikim ng Frappucino. Hindi naman kasi ako mahilig sa Starbucks. Nung mga oras na yun, ayoko na umuwi ng bahay. Gusto kong umupo lang sa bench at hintayin ang pagsikat ang araw. Dahil pakiramdam ko, nasa tamang lugar ako. Wala na akong hahanapin pa. Wala nang mahihiling pa...
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Nang makarating tayo sa Merlion Park, tumambay tayo dun sa jetty. Doon ang paboritong spot ng mga turista kasi kitang kita nila ang estatwa ni Merlion. Nagbubuga ng tubig non-stop 24/7. Doon sila nagpapa-picture. Kanya-kanyang gimik. Kanya-kanyang puwesto. Isang halimbawa ay yung kunwaring nakanganga at iniinom ang tubig na lumalabas sa bibig ng estatwa. Pero tayo, walang litratong magkasama. Iniwan ko kasi sa bahay si Candice. Mas pinili natin na tanawin na lang ang mga naglalakihang gusali sa likod ni Merlion, mamangha sa ganda ng mga ilaw ng business district, pakinggan ang lagaslas ng tubig, habang nagpapahinga ang iyong kamay sa aking balikat. Hanggang sa maisipan nating mag-kape...
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Dinner time na. This was my first dinner date. Kumain ako ng tomyam, ikaw naman beef noodles. Gusto mong subukan ang tomyam kaya nagshare tayo ng pagkain. Nagkukuwentuhan tayo habang kumakain, walang pakielam sa ingay ng maraming tao doon sa loob ng restaurant. Marami tayong napag-usapan; mga bagay-bagay at buhay-buhay. Nang mabusog tayo, naisipan nating maglakad-lakad. Nagpunta tayo sa Suntec City Mall at nag window shopping. Pagkatapos ay tumambay sa Merlion Park.
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Sa paglalakad natin, ilang beses din nagtama ang ating mga braso at siko. At sa tuwing mangyayari yon, pareho tayong nakakaramdam ng tila static electricity. Hindi ko rin maipaliwanag pero talagang may kuryente. Ito na ba yung attraction na tinatawag? May "electrical" manifestation?
"Tara kain tayo"
"Sure, pero 'wag sa fine dining ha?"
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Nakaupo ka sa hagdan, hinihintay mo ang paglabas ko mula sa istasyon ng tren. Ang aga mong dumating sa meeting place natin! Alas siete ang usapan pero alas singko pa lang nandoon ka na. Hindi naman halatang excited no? Nang makalabas ako ng istasyon, lumapit ako sayo. Ikaw lang ang nakikita ko. Slow motion ang lahat. Umupo ako sa tabi mo, at pagkatapos ng ilang sandali ay sabay tayong naglakad...
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"Minsan di ko maiwasang isipin ka
Lalo na sa t'wing nag iisa
Ano na kayang balita sayo
Naiisip mo rin kaya ako"



Sa huli, alam kong hindi ka maaaring magtagal. Kailangan mong umalis. May oportunidad na naghihintay sayo, pero hindi dito. Alam natin pareho, nararamdaman natin pareho, gustuhin man natin, pero hindi ito ang tamang panahon.
Hindi ngayon.
Thank you for that blissful evening. Napagtanto ko na marunong pa rin akong makaramdam.
Nakakaramdam pa rin ang robot.


Tuesday, 8 September 2009

Nini On Stage






Nini: Kuya, may stage play kami next month, project namin sa performing arts.

Kuya: (Proud na proud) Wow naman! Ang galing! Anong stage play yan?

Nini: Broadway musical siya, Miss Saigon.

Kuya: (Biglang na-imagine si Kim na kumakanta ng “The Movie In My Mind”) Naks naman!
Ibang level ka na Nini, congrats! Galingan mo ha…

Nini: Kakapagod nga e, tuwing sabado practice namin, dun pa sa Ateneo.

Kuya: Ayos lang yan. I’m sure maganda yan. Teka ano bang role mo dun? Sino ka dun? Don’t tell me ikaw si Kim? Uuwi talaga ako para mapanood yan.

Nini: Naku hindi kuya, hindi ako si Kim.

Kuya: Hmm.. si Gigi?

Nini: Hindi rin.

Kuya: Hmmmm…Ah alam ko na, si Ellen!

Nini: Hindi rin Kuya.

Kuya: Ah supporting role? Isa sa mga bar girls? O kaya naman part ng chorus?

Nini: Hindi po.

Kuya: (Clueless) Eh ano?

Nini: Ako yung naka-assign sa kurtina. Ang bigat pala ng theatre curtain, sabi ng prof ko hindi ko na raw kailangan ng alternate.


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At that point, gusto ko nang kumanta ng Why God Why. Pero happy kuya na rin kasi at least, part siya ng kurtina buong production.
Previous Nini moments:

Sunday, 23 August 2009

Look at your Life

photo by Eben


"Should a man lose everything he owns has he truly lost his worth or is it the beginning of a new and brighter birth.

So how do you measure the worth of a man in wealth or strength or size, in how much he gained or how much he gave?

The answer will come to him who tries to look at his life through heaven's eyes."

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We don't always undertand why God is allowing the things He allows in our lives, but God sees the bigger picture that we can't see.

Let go, and let God.


("Through Heaven's Eyes" from the movie "The Prince of Egypt")

Tuesday, 11 August 2009

Thursday, 6 August 2009

LSS: The Last Time

by Eric Benet



The first time I fell in love was long ago.
I didn't know how to give my love at all.
The next time I settled for what felt so close.
But without romance, you're never gonna fall.
After everything I've learned;
Now it's finally my turn.
This is the last time I'll fall... in love.
The first time we walked under that starry sky,
there was a moment when everything was clear.
I didn't need to ask or even wonder why, because each question is answered when your near.
and I'm wise enough to know when a miracle unfolds, this is the last time i'll fall in love.
Now don't hold back, just let me know.
Could i be moving much too fast or way too slow.
'Cause all of my life, I've waited for this day.
To find that once in a lifetime, this is it, I'll never be the same.
You'll never know what it's taken me to say these words.
And now that I've said them, they could never be enough.
As far as I can see, there's only you and only me.

This is the last time I'll fall in love.
Last time i'll fall in love.
The last time i'll fall... in love...

Monday, 3 August 2009

Until We Meet Again

I remember, two weeks ago when I celebrated my birthday with my folks. It was a typical “pinoy masa” party where relatives and close friends reunite to enjoy a special day. It’s a day of nostalgia as we reminisce our juvenile years and college lives. Nothing has changed, the bond of friendship and close ties remains. There may be gossips, differences or misunderstandings yet we all have a common denominator – WE love to sing. And because every member of the clan are “musically inclined”, that day when I celebrated my birthday, we found ourselves singing from noontime until midnight; enjoying good food, booze and all time karaoke favorites.

It was my Tito Lito who first sang his favorite piece, “Skyline pigeon”.

Tito Lito is a funny man. Together with my two uncles, they’re like TVJ (Tito, Vic and Joey) whose jokes are bestsellers. He prefers spaghetti over pancit. Mahilig ma-niko. He’s the all-around carpenter/electrician and peacemaker of the clan. Always ready to defend the oppressed family member. He loves the blackest and strongest of coffee. He's an ex-chain smoker.

Three days later, my week long vacation finally wrapped up and I returned to Singapore with a happy heart.

Five days later, Tito Lito was found lifeless in the toilet. My cousins rushed him to the nearest hospital but then after thirty minutes, the doctors declared he’s dead. He’s gone. A traitor called cardiac arrest took his life. He was on his late 50’s.

This is the second time that a family member died of such.

Like a blink of an eye, it was so sudden. Nobody saw it coming. No farewells on a deathbed. Earlier that day, he’s still able to do his day job as an aluminum fabricator and even played “tong-its” together with his “kumpares” in the afternoon. There were no signs.

Right after I got the news from a cousin, I called my mom. She was crying. All of them are still in shock. One of my cousins who’s a registered nurse started monitoring our parent’s blood pressure as it started to jump after hearing the sad news.

He is survived by his three sons, a daughter and four grandchildren.

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Last Saturday during choir rehearsal, we sang “An Irish Blessing” for the quartet examinations. As I sang my part I can’t help but remember my last day with my folks before I depart for Singapore. Tito Lito even gave me a hug and a pat on the shoulder as he uttered “Take care, see you next time.” I was holding back the tears...

"Until we meet again, may God hold you in the palm of his hands."

You will be missed, Tito. Finally, you're reunited in heaven with your loving wife, Tita Annie.

Friday, 26 June 2009

Paano Mag-Facebook Ang Ating Mga Bayani


Salamat kay Filipino ng Facebook, napatawa ako ng malakas. 

Panalong linya: Maria Clara saying 'IKR' and 'gurl'. hahaha!
Sayang at wala si Rizal, balita ko walang Wi-Fi sa kulungan...
 

Monday, 22 June 2009

In Photo: Happy Father's Day

"Walk with Dad"
Taken last 21st June, 2008




To my old man, please take care of your self always.
Please be patient with Mom, because I know you two quarrel a lot.
If my siblings are making fun of your visayan accent, it's just their way of making "lambing".
You may have the stinkiest feet, the loudest snore or the most outragous fart,
But these small, funny details about you only shows that there are no embellishments needed to describe how great you are as a father of five.
I thank God for choosing you and Mom as my parents.
And finally, my one and only wish, is that for you to quit your "tong-its" addiction. Por pabor...
We love you Papa.

Saturday, 20 June 2009

Anong nangyari sa akin? Quick 5!


1. I lost my DSLR battery charger, tuloy ngayon hindi kami makapag-photowalk ni Candice. Nakakalungkot. Para akong namatayan, hindi naman ako makabili agad kasi maraming pinagkagastusan ngayong buwan. I miss taking photographs.

2. Naging abala ako sa paghahanap ng bagong bahay na malilipatan. Tapos na kasi ang kontrata namin sa tinutuluyan naming bahay. Matapos ang tatlong linggong pag-galugad sa mga apartment buildings, nakakita na rin kami. Sa susunod na buwan ay bagong bahay – bagong buhay na kami.

3. Kailangan ko ang tulong ninyo. May sisimulan akong project para naman sipagin akong kumuha ng litrato. Sa project na ito, araw araw akong magpopost ng larawan na ayon sa isang tema. Ang balak ko ay magsimula ng isang “alphabet” theme kung saan ang subject o topic ng larawan ay nagsisimula sa letter ng alphabet. Halimbawa, Day#1: A for Apple, Day#2: B for Banana...and so on. Kapag nag-iwan kayo ng komento ay pakilagay na rin ang mga suggested topics/words ninyo from A to Z. Bilang pasasalamat, ilalagay ko sa larawan ang pangalan ng kung sino man ang nagbigay ng topic/word for the day.

4. Maliban sa photography at bikram yoga, may dadagdag na sa pagiging abala ko tuwing weekend. May sinalihan akong chorale group at tuwing sabado ay may apat na oras kami para mag-ensayo. Matagal na rin akong hindi nakakanta sa choir kaya medyo nangangapa ulit ako ngayon, pero alam kong kakayanin ko ito. Inilagay ako sa Tenor 2 kaya goodluck na lang talaga sa akin! Marami na kaming naka-lineup na kanta at pinaghahandaan na rin namin ang mga gagawing events sa darating na Pasko.

5. Excited na ako dahil sa susunod na buwan ay uuwi ako ng Pilipinas. Ayos lang kahit na isang linggo lang ang ilalagi ko doon, ang importante ay makakauwi ako at makakapag celebrate ng birthday kasama ang mga kaibigan at pamilya.



Well, I guess I’m okay. Hindi sobrang masaya at hindi rin naman malungkot. Basta ang alam ko, maraming “bago” na dumarating sa akin ngayon at excited na akong subukan ang mga ito.

Ayun lang muna sa ngayon...pasensya na kung barubal ang post na 'to. Gusto ko lang kasi patungan yung luma kong post. hahaha!

Sa mga palaging bumibisita sa blog ko ... terimah kasi! (Thank You!)

Bye for now!

Saturday, 16 May 2009

Escape to Bintan I: Tanah Merah - Tanjung Pinang

Last April, I embarked on a journey to Indonesia, in the island of Bintan. Bintan (Malay: Negeri Segantang Lada) is an island of 1,866 square kilometers, and is part of the Riau Islands province of Indonesia. The capital of Bintan is the southwestern city of Tanjung Pinang.


Departing from Tanah Merah Ferry Terminal

Tanah Merah Ferry Terminal is located at 50 Tanah Merah Ferry Road #01-21 Singapore 498833. It is the base for Bintan Resort Ferries providing a safe, comfortable and reliable ferry service between Singapore and Bintan Resorts.


All aboard! Bye bye Singapore!

I decided to sit at the upper deck of the ferry boat, for a better "view".



Now we're moving...

Passengers on board.


Coleman containers bound to Bintan. (I wonder what's inside?)

Don't turo-turo me!


That's three months from now.

Some nearby islands.

Another neighbor island.

WOW.


Arriving at Tanjung Pinang Ferry Terminal

Tanjung Pinang or Tanjungpinang is the capital and largest town of the Indonesian province of Riau Islands.

Arrived on time.



Passing through the immigration office, I had a short detour at the waiting area outside the terminal. Still waiting for the tour guide to bring us to the shuttle bus service.



Meanwhile, I noticed the windows of this building. Fake?



I wonder where the drains lead to?



Inside the bus, now entering the city proper. Selamat Datang! (Welcome!)



Half-half.

"Tagay!" naman ang sa Pinoy.

Traffic jam. Reminds me of a typical busy street in Manila.

"Biyaheng Langit"

"Biyaheng Gubat."

"Biyaheng Tulay."

Finally, we're here.



Coming Up Next: Inside Bintan Agro Beach Resort and Spa.


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References:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bintan
http://sg.pagenation.com/



Wednesday, 6 May 2009

The End

"And in the end
The love you take
Is equal to the love you make."
- The End, The Beatles

Isang masakit na paraan upang magising
Mula sa tila langit na panaginip,
Ay ang bangungutin kung kailan 'di ka handa,
Na bumalik sa ulirat ng katotohanang
Naghihintay ka lamang sa wala.

Si Bro, may mga birong 'di nakakatuwa.
Dahil nang minsan akong humingi ng senyales,
Ang ibinaba niya mula sa langit ay punyal.
Na siyang bumaon sa aking dibdib,
At nag-iwan ng lamat sa aking pagkatao.

Gayunpaman, maraming salamat na rin.
Dahil mula nang bunutin mo ang patalim,
Ay naging malinaw na ang lahat sa akin,
Nasagot na ang mga katanungan,
At nabuo na ang malaking palaisipan.

Sa isinisigaw ng iyong mga kilos,
At sa kung paano ka nagbitiw ng mga salita,
Kung saan mo ako sinukat at hinusgahan,
Lahat ay sapat na para masambit ko,
"Hanggang dito na lang. Tapos na."


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To blog or not to blog, that is the question...

Tuesday, 5 May 2009

Bunga ng Pagkabagot

This is me singing "Sana" by Shamrock

Tamang trip lang habang inihahanda ang susunod na blog post. ^_^

Sana po ay magustuhan ninyo...Pero wala naman pilitan. LOL

Sana po ay nasa magandang kundisyon ang tenga ninyo.

Sana po ay maganda ang gising ninyo bago ito pakinggan.

Sana'y hindi ipagkait sa akin ang sandali...



Samantala...dahil jologs ako....

Sana po'y tangkilikin natin ang Musikang Pilipino, tulad ng Aegis.


"Sayang na Sayang" by Aegis.
(video c/o sweetirene29)



Thursday, 30 April 2009

Hindi Ako Doormat

Huwebes, alas tres ng umaga. Nakakabingi ang katahimikan. Malalim na ang pagtulog ng mga tao.

Pero gising pa rin ang diwa ko.

Hindi ko masumpungan sa apat na sulok ng aking higaan ang tamang posisyon para makatulog.

Ang nakalipas na araw ay napakahaba. Maraming nangyari. Maraming surpresa. Para akong binabangungot. Sa totoo lang, hindi masarap sa pakiramdam.

Tumayo ako at binuksan ang ilaw. Napansin kong ubos na ang aroma candle pero nakakapit pa rin sa pader ng aking kuwarto ang amoy ng “Woody Herb” aromatic oil.

Iniisip ko kung paano ba ako makakatulog?

Sinubukan kong gawin ang ilang asana na natutunan ko sa yoga. Pranayama, Arda Chandrasana, Pada Hastasana, Dandayamana Dhanurasana, Ustrasana, Bhujangasana. Wala pa rin epekto.

Binuksan ko ang pintuan ng kuwarto at dumiretso sa kusina. Binuksan ang pintuan ng refrigerator at kinuha ang isang galon ng gatas. Kumuha ako ng baso sa pamingganan at ibinuhos ang gatas sa baso. Ininom ng isang lagok. Wala pa rin epekto.

Ibinalik ko ang gatas sa loob ng refrigerator. Hanggang sa napansin ko ang kalan. Marumi ito. Puro mantsa na dulot ng mantikang pinagprituhan ng karne at isda. Samantala, ang sahig ng kusina na gawa sa puting tiles ay nangingitim na rin. Nang dumiretso naman ako sa lababo para hugasan ang basong ginamit ko sa pag-inom ng gatas, nakita kong nanggigitata ang paligid ng lababo.

Biglang nangati ang mga kamay ko.

Nagpabula ako ng sabon at ginamit ang espongha. Kinuskos ko ang paligid ng kalan. Kinuskos ang mga natuyong mantika at sinigurong makintab ang tiles.

Pagkatapos ay kumuha ng floor mop at timba. Nilagyan ng tubig at bleach ang timba. Nilublob ang basahan sa timba. Piniga. At pagkatapos ay sinimulan ko nang pasadahan ang sahig. Ilang beses kong binalik-balikan ang mga sulok na nalinis ko na. Sigurista ako.

Gigil na gigil ako sa paglilinis ng lababo. Tinanggal ko ang mga nakabarang piraso ng pagkain mula sa daanan ng tubig. Sinabon ang nagmamantikang lababo. Kinuskos ang tiles. Pinakintab ang gripo.

Naglilinis ako ng kusina sa madaling-araw.

Alas-sais na ng umaga. Papasok na ako sa trabaho. Kailangan ko pang magplantsa ng isusuot ko na long sleeves.

Mahigit apatnapung oras na akong gising at hanggang ngayon ay hinahanap ko pa rin ang tumakas na antok mula sa aking sistema. Ito na siguro ang pinaka-mahabang gabi sa tanang buhay ko.

Ginawa ko na ang lahat – Nagpaka-OC, sumayaw sa saliw ng Tell Me, kumanta ng Happy Day, kumain, uminom ng gatas at nagbilang ng pitumpu't pitong puting tupa subalit wala pa rin nangyari. Buhay na buhay pa rin ang aking diwa na nasa loob ng napapagal kong katawan.

Unti-unti ko nang nararamdaman ang paglutang. Paos na at medyo nahihilo. Ilang sandali na lang ay babagsak na ako. May sasalo pa ba sa akin?

Pagod na pagod na ako.

Friday, 24 April 2009

Makan!

Makan! Makan! (Kain! Kain!)

Ang mga sumusunod ang siyang dahilan kung bakit tumaba na naman ako.


Kangkung "Taoco" (Hotplate) - 39,000.00



Fish Fillet in Teriyaki Sauce - 32,000.00



Cap Cay Soup - 36,000.00



Align CenterPrawn with Garlic and Butter - 65,000.00



Kangkung Belacan - 23,000.00



Fish Fillet Ala Thai Sauce - 32,000.00



Oriental Fried Rice - 44,000.00



Asparagus Soup - 44,000.00



Bintang Pilsen - 30,000.00



Carlo Rossi California Red - 363, 000.00


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Mabuti na lang talaga at ang currency ay Rupiah!

1 SGD = 7,224.32 Rupiah
1 PHP = 222.99 Rupiah

Bahala na kayo mag-compute. ^_^

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These photos were taken during my recent trip to Bintan, Indonesia.

Restaurant Name:
Sun & Moon Seafood Resto

Address:
Bintan Agro Beach Resort
Jalan Pantai Trikora Km. 36 Teluk Bakau
Tanjungpinag - Bintan - Riau - Indonesia

Food: 4/5
Service: 5/5
Ambiance: 3.5/5

"NoBody" Showdown

The Wonder Girls from South Korea



versus


The inmates of CPDRC




Who's your bet?




video credits:
http://www.youtube.com/user/byronfgarcia
http://www.youtube.com/user/Biktorchoi

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Ganito ang nangyayari kapag may writer's block....

Gusto kong sumayaw!

Wednesday, 22 April 2009

B-I-N-G-O

Naglalaro ka ba ng Bingo?

Ang ating buhay ay maihahalintulad sa isang bingo card na tinatantusan ng maliliit na piraso ng paghihintay.

Siyam na buwan na paghihintay ang ginawa ng iyong Ina bago ka niya nailabas mula sa kadiliman ng kanyang sinapupunan patungo sa liwanag ng mundo. Malamang ay inabot pa nga ng siyam-siyam ang kanyang paghihintay magkalaman lamang ang naturang bahay-bata.

Hinihintay ng bata ang pagdating ng kanyang Ama mula sa trabaho, animo'y naghihintay ng pasalubong na pancit, balut, dunkin donuts o jollibee.

Anim na taon sa elementarya. Apat sa hayskul. Apat, Lima o Sampu sa kolehiyo. Ito ang mga paghihintay na kailangan mong pagdaanan habang nangongolekta ng diploma at akademikong karunungan.

Ang manliligaw ay naghihintay sa matamis na OO ng kanyang sinisinta.

Maghihintay ka muna ng ilang buwan bago mo malaman kung pumasa ka ba sa board exam o kung maghihintay ka na naman ng susunod na board exam.

Sa gitna ng krisis, walang katiyakan kung gaano katagal ang gagawin mong paghihintay para makanahap ng hanapbuhay.

May kinsenas, may katapusan. Mayroon ding buwanan. Ang araw na pinakahihintay mo bago muling sumayad sa iyong mga palad ang sahod na pinaglagakan mo ng pawis, luha, dugo, puyat, pagod, petiks at higit sa lahat, kunya-kunyariang sick leave. Kailangan mo din maghintay sa pila ng ATM bago ito makuha. Siguradong hindi ka na makapaghintay para bilhin ang mga nakalistang luho mo.

Maghapong naghihintay ang mga pulubi sa limos ng mga nagdaraan sa underpass ng Ortigas MRT station. Hindi alintana ang pangangalay ng nakabukas na palad o ang paghapo ng hininga sa pagtugtog ng lumang harmonica o ng pag-awit gamit ang namamaos na boses. Maghapon silang nakaantabay sa awa ng kanilang kapwa, naghihintay ng piso.

Maaaring umabot ng ilang taon ang paghihintay mo bago ma-aprubahan ang iyong visa papuntang Amerika o ang job application mo sa Canada.

Maghihintay ka rin ng matagal bago ma-aprubahan ang iyong application para magkaroon ng visa o mastercard.

Halos kalahating oras kang maghihintay sa pila ng tayaan ng Mega Lotto bago mo maipusta ang mga numerong hinintay mong mag-aparisyon sa iyong panaginip. Maghihintay ka rin na ipalabas sa NBN Channel 4 ang live telecast ng Lotto draw.

Sa isang tao na may taning na ang buhay, naghihintay na lamang siya ng kanyang huling hininga.

Sa kinakalawang na sistema ng hustisya, matagal kang maghihintay sa hatol ng katarungan.

Sa isang kriminal na sinentensyahan ng parusang kamatayan, wala nang naghihintay.

Hinihintay mong dumating ang araw na muling mabuo ang mga nasirang pagkakaibigan.

Naghihintay ka sa habag ng tadhana, nagsusumamo at umaasang sana ay matagpuan mo ang isang tao na matagal na rin naghihintay sa pagdating mo.


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Katulad ng isang bingo card, tinatantusan ng mga mumunting paghihintay ang ating buhay. Subalit may mga paghihintay na wari’y pabigat lamang -- mga mumunting panantos na nakapatong sa bingo card para hindi tangayin ng hangin patungo sa walang kasiguraduhan.

"Good things come to those who wait"
7th September 2008

Wednesday, 15 April 2009

Candice

"Xibalba"
June 22, 2008



Being on hiatus for the past few months, I never got the chance to update my photo portfolio. Usually during weekends I'm always on the go to take photos and then stay late at night just to do my photo post processing. It's always the weekends that I'm looking forward to. But lately I've been caught up with a lot of work related stuff and personal matters, I never got the chance to take my camera for a photowalk since then.

Suddenly I just stopped.

Candice, my Canon 450D, has always been with me everywhere I go. We've been to different places here in Singapore, back in Manila and Marikina, and just recently in Indonesia. From landscapes to macros, to portraits and prenups, hundreds of photos has been collected but only a few of them are worth posting on flickr or multiply. I have a lot of happy memories during the usual weekend photoshoots, it's just sad that now it's all gone.

Sometimes it feels like I've lost the passion, or maybe I don't have the "eye" to begin with.


My recent trip to Bintan helped me realize one thing, that I still love photography and I would like to continue my craft. There's still a lot of areas to be explored, topics to be learned and fresh ideas waiting to be discovered. Yes I'm still a hungry newbie. hehe.

So let's do this again, Candice. Now it's only you and me. No photowalk partners, but I guess everything's going to be fine, at least for now.


http://www.flickr.com/stone_of_help23
http://struts4life.multiply.com/photos

Monday, 13 April 2009

Homage to Uge

Welcome to Heaven Resort!





Where You can rest in peace forever





Welcome to Heaven Resort





Such a lovely flace




Such a lovely pace





Plenty of room in the hotel





Anytime of year, you can find it there here





And he said...





to be continued...
(ang hapdi ng balat ko!)


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Ang sino man makakahula ng tama kung nasaan ako ay...magaling magaling magaling!