Feeds:
Posts
Comments

Archive for January, 2010

Last weekend, I immersed myself on updating what is going-on in the world by watching CNN all day.  Cable News Network featured the devastating earthquake that ripped Haiti.  The scenes were so moving, shocking and gruesome in which I had difficulty controlling my overwhelming urge to put my underwear over my pants, wear cape and help humanity.

Luckily, I was successful in controlling my insane urge.  But I was so distressed for feeling so incapable, feeble and helpless.  I turned off the TV and say a little prayer for the people of Haiti.

Amen!

Advertisements

Read Full Post »

Hell Poyat Taxi

If I drive, the car would be a convincing weapon of mass destruction.  That is why I opt to take a cab.  Dealing with taxi drivers in this part of the world can be so complex.  It requires perseverance, persuasion, guile, and unbendable guts.

Yesterday, on my way to my office, I drive a taxi using my mouth.  This is because the driver controlling the steering wheel doesn’t know which way to turn to get to my destination.

A couple of months ago, a taxi driver shouted “Eh gago ka pala eh, sinong bobo?” when the only thing I told him was to turn right to Bocobo.  It was early in the morning and I was not in the mood to let the hearing-impaired taxi driver eat dust.  I just patiently told him (and added a thousand of decibels more from my voice ) to turn right to Bocobo Street.

Every so often, the taxi driver would allow me to get into his cab but only to be rejected upon knowing my destination (explaining its out of his way or its too traffic) and expect me to get out immediately.  In this crazy instance, I would have no choice but to alight.  But out of despair and blood curdling anger, I would disembark and walkaway from the car without closing or shutting the backseat’s door.

A week ago on my way to Ayala Center in Makati, I asked the taxi driver to pass via Gil Puyat Avenue.  He responded, “Sige sir sa Hell Poyat”.

Dapat pala sinabi ko na lang Bwenja (Buendia Avenue).

Read Full Post »

It’s a mixture of CNN updates, Star Sports Channel, the movie Gladiator and TV reality shows Survivor and Project Runway all rolled into one magnificent novel.  Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins (the book two of The Hunger Games) surpassed all my expectations.  It’s as greatly entertaining as the first book.

The novel has tons of twists and turns leaving me guessing at every flip of a page.  New characters are compelling while old characters are developed in satisfying ways.  I can’t wait for the third book of this awesome series.  The tension in the story is thick, the action is full-packed and will guarantee every reader’s heart will pound as they once again thrown into the world of these colorful personalities.

I have nothing but good things to say about the book.  It’s just that when I reached the last page I was craving for more.  It left me literally cursing after reading the final chapter because I don’t have the third and final book yet.

Galing. Sobra.

Read Full Post »

Let me publicly announce my new year’s resolution.  That is to defy gravity.

Health wise, I am no longer part of the young populace.  Months from now I would belong to the league of big four and zero.  Thus, sagging skin and excess adipose tissues that can easily be pulled down by gravity shall be harder to eliminate.  This year, I aim to remain young looking, cling within the limits of my allowable weight and freeze the permissible waist line.

On a serious note, my self-esteem is steaming hot and I consider myself to be a happy person.  I intend to remain as one.  In terms of gladness and exuberance, I will remain to be like a helium that carries a rubber balloon that defies the pull of gravity flying into the horizon.  In addition, I shall consider it my duty to shine the light of understanding on a person’s dumbass life.

Living an adult life can be harsh.  It’s complicated.  It’s hard-nosed.  It’s responsibility driven.  Some narrow-minded people can be like a gravitational force who would love to pull others down just to get ahead.   A few can be a wolf in a sheep’s clothing who enjoy seeing others suffer.  This year, I will try my best not to be a victim.  In the best of my dazzling powers and charming abilities, I will never let these rotten herds pull me down.  I will do what I think will be the best for me that will make my life even worth living.  I may no longer be young but my instict tells me there’s a lot that has yet to be done.  I will do all these by remaining my two young-looking feet on the ground.

Here’s a befitting song that best describes my new year’s resolution…

Something has changed within me, something is not the same
I’m through with playing by the rules of someone else’s game
Too late for second-guessing, too late to go back to sleep
It’s time to trust my instincts, close my eyes and leap!

It’s time to try defying gravity
I think I’ll try defying gravity
Kiss me goodbye, I am defying gravity
And you wont bring me down!

I’m through accepting limits ’cause someone says they’re so
Some things I cannot change but till I try, I’ll never know!
Too long I’ve been afraid of losing love I guess I’ve lost
Well, if that’s love it comes at much too high a cost!

I’d sooner buy defying gravity
Kiss me goodbye I’m defying gravity
I think I’ll try defying gravity
And you won’t bring me down!

I’d sooner buy defying gravity
Kiss me goodbye, I’m defying gravity
I think I’ll try defying gravity
And you bring me down!
Bring me down! ohh ohhh ohhhh!

Sya nga pala… may sayad pa din ako sa taong 2010!

Read Full Post »

Life Followed

The Little Big Blog on our life and adventures - Honeymoon in Vietnam

MissTalkaholic

My Hands Talk Better!

Life isn't so much a puzzle as it is a plan

I live. I think. I write. I shoot. Unedited.

45ragestreet.org

IN INCARCERATION NATION BE A SUPERHERO OR DON'T MATTER

Maxine Dodd: Racing lines

Fast drawings with a few words...

Critical Dispatches

Follow me on Twitter and Instagram @RichyDispatch

Ryan Bolton.

Writer. Photographer. Bearded.

pusang kalye

Nengkoy is the nickname of my mom during her pre-school years. Her parents and relatives call her ‘Ang Neneng Ko’. With her pretty charm and appeal, she was usually called in a melodic way using this lovely phrase. Until it evolved for easier articulation of the phrase, Ang Neneng Ko was shorten to Nengkoy.

The World According to Ryland

One part film and media blog, one part personal portfolio, one part chronicle of the life of a homeless aspiring novelist in NYC..

spiritualjourney17

Inspirational, motivational and a journey of self-discovery

The Coffee Prophecy

Nengkoy is the nickname of my mom during her pre-school years. Her parents and relatives call her ‘Ang Neneng Ko’. With her pretty charm and appeal, she was usually called in a melodic way using this lovely phrase. Until it evolved for easier articulation of the phrase, Ang Neneng Ko was shorten to Nengkoy.

Nengkoy

Nengkoy is the nickname of my mom during her pre-school years. Her parents and relatives call her ‘Ang Neneng Ko’. With her pretty charm and appeal, she was usually called in a melodic way using this lovely phrase. Until it evolved for easier articulation of the phrase, Ang Neneng Ko was shorten to Nengkoy.