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Here’s my 2015 summertime theme song…

You’re out of touch, in overtime
You’re running in, you’re running
Better left behind
You’ve dropped the ball to catch it with
And is it all there really is
You’re thinking but you’re thinking
‘Cause you know the best all things in life are free
And it’s all you need

You gotta live your life
You gotta treat you right
You gotta give into the great thing appetite
You gotta shake it up,
You gotta hold it down
You gotta do all the things that
Make you smile, make you smile
With the fun, but it is that really makes you happy
Yeah let’s say that
Let the world be a world that you fill with smile

You’re beautiful and evergreen
You’re dancing on high hopes and you got big dreams
So let them shine we’ll light it up

‘Cause now’s the time to find your voice
Wear your heart out on your sleeve
‘Cause you know the best all things in life are free
And it’s all you need

You gotta live your life
You gotta treat you right
You gotta give into the great thing appetite
You gotta shake it up,
You gotta hold it down
You gotta do all the things that
Make you smile, make you smile
With the fun, but it is that really makes you happy
Yeah let’s say that
Let the world be a world that you fill with smile

So live for a night we won’t forget
Live for the memories we haven’t made yet
Turn up the love fall into it
Live for the memories we haven’t made yet
This is our life no regrets

You gotta live your life
You gotta treat you right
You gotta give into the great thing appetite
You gotta shake it up,
You gotta hold it down
You gotta do all the things that
Make you smile, make you smile
With the fun, but it is that really makes you happy
Yeah let’s say that
Let the world be a world that you fill with smile

Smayl…

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Filipinos nowadays have developed the extreme love and proud-ness towards the Philippines.  It is so extreme, some would already categorize it as being conceited.  Some of the Filipinos are even fed up and would even go nuts when they would see “Proud To Be Pinoy” comments in a social media post that depicts success and triumph of a “kababayan” (fellow Filipino citizen)

But have you ever wondered how does the man whom the Philippines was named after looked like?  We proud Pinoys, I guess, never had the interest and curiosity on how King Philip II of Spain looked like.

In the whole duration of my student life – that honed my nationalistic stance – never was there a chance that a teacher, an instructor or a professor showed me the photo of the man whom my country was named after.  Considering that the academic world would be the most likely place where to see the image of this man, this regrettably never happened.  I never saw a single photo of the guy whom I consider to be the first king of my country.

And while I am on my post-student life, I actually am not familiar about the life of this king and much less I actually have zero idea on how King Phillip II looked like.  If he looked like a weakling chap, a skinny dude, a hunky fellow or a lumbersexual guy?  I have no idea at all.

patio from the castle of velez blanco

patio from the castle of velez blanco inside the met

That is why when I saw the bust sculpture of a man at the Patio from the Castle of Velez Blanco inside the Metropolitan Museum in New York City I did not right away recognize it.  When I read the label, indicating that it is the bust sculpture of King Philip II of Spain that was the only time I thought that this could be the same man whom my country was named after.

My inquisitiveness led me to right away google the words “Spain, King Phillip II, and Philippines” from my mobile phone.  The image I saw in my mobile was the very same image that was in front of me.  When I further read the information indicated in the net, it was the only time I knew how my first king looked like.

king philip ii of spain

king philip ii of spain

a great thanks to this lumbersexual chap!

a great thanks to this lumbersexual chap!

After recognizing, knowing and finally confirming the image, I stood right in front of the bust sculpture, I smiled and simply uttered “Hi!” Before I left the patio square to visit other galleries within The Met. I walked back to the same sculpture I took a photo and say “Thank you dude!”

Syet nakalimutan ko mag-selfie sa Unang Hari ng Pinas.

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cultural day at the met

cultural day at the met

I am no authority on classifying what is good art and what is not.  But good art for me is like porn.  You just know it when you see it.  It is the piece from across the room that is full of art pieces yet you’re attention gets sucked by it.

Good art is personal.   It is the piece that commands gaze, shake your brain cells and delivers pleasant feelings even after days has passed.  It is the piece that does not need your convincing by anyone to appreciate it.

These are exactly my thoughts during my “cultural day”, the day of my traditional visit to a museum every time I got the chance to travel out of my country.  And during my stay in New York, my “cultural day” of course ensued at no less than the largest art museum of the United States, the world renowned, MET or the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

With the vast selection of superb art pieces featured in the MET, the pieces that commanded my gaze, sucked my attention and shook my brain cells were the following:

pix-cell deer by kohei nawa

pix-cell deer by kohei nawa

dvarapala (doorman with a bow from pakistan)

dvarapala (doorman with a bow from pakistan)

petrus scriverius by frans hals

petrus scriverius by frans hals

chinese mural with some spectators... i love my instagram shot...

chinese mural with some spectators… i love my instagram shot…

Though my New York journey has concluded weeks ago, these are the very art pieces that got stuck in my brain which emits lingering feelings of pleasantness.  So I guess, these are my self-classified “good art” pieces found at the MET.

Grabe! Super hay-end ang Kuchural Dey kong yan!

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Based on genetics, half of the reason why I look so delicious is because of Nengkoy (my mother).  So if you hate the way I look, don’t blame me.  Blame my mother for giving me such a stunning set of RNA components and eye-catching DNA segments.

Though I am still a work in progress, I consider myself to be a mature, open-minded and caring human being.  But if you dislike me, don’t blame me.  Blame my mother because a big chunk of what I am today is the rearing that she gave me.

But if you like me (or at least don’t hate me that much), then let me thank my lovely mother.  Seriously, without Nengkoy, I’d probably be in some stinky gutter somewhere.

nengkoy 2015

nengkoy 2015

Thank you Nengkoy for being such a beautiful human being.  And thank you for always thinking about me even though it sometimes makes you go bonkers and so loony. Hahaha!

Hapi Maders Dey Nengkoy!

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The fastest way to attract something is to simply talk about it!

Life is definitely better with Mika around…

I love the beat, the colors and fashion of this video!

ako kaya? napag-uusapan?

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No thanks to social media, we Facebook users are bombarded with photos of our friends’ recent vacation.  Gone are the days when we have to go to a friend’s house before we would be able to sit through his most recent vacation because we would be shown stacks and stacks of photo albums.  But nowadays, we can never totally escape from our friends’ vacations.

water front promenade with the spectacular view of midtown manhattan skyline

water front promenade with the spectacular view of midtown manhattan skyline

this shot garnered lots of fb likes!

this shot garnered lots of fb likes!

According to a researcher on human-computer interaction issues, posting photos of oneself on vacation is like “impression management”.  These people tend to paint an impression of themselves to get the positive reaction they want.  These are the people with narcissistic motivation who tends to provoke envy but in fact and in my personal assessment could actually be very annoying especially when photos posted has gone too excessive.  It can already be considered a bunch of uninteresting excesses of the cyber world.

Well, the person the researcher on human-computer interaction issues is talking about is so me.  That is so me and I freaking don’t care! Hahaha!  Yes I am narcissistic but let me just modify the issue on provoking envy.  I post my photos on the net particularly my blog not because I wish people to envy me.  I post them to chronicle the treasures I had amassed.  It is because I consider my travels and vacations as my treasure.

feeling rich!

feeling rich!

a super nice shot by jo dela rosa...

a super nice shot by jo dela rosa…

I actually don’t care if people hate my photos or do not care at all about what I post.  My photos chronicling my travels may not have some positive cosmological effect in the universe, but these are my treasures that can never be spent away or stolen from me.

And to further prove this adverse and unflattering trait, in this blog post are a bunch of photos of me and with some New York-based friends, whom I consider as another form of treasure.  These “treasures” were taken by my friend Jo Dela Rosa (who surprisingly possesses some excellent photo skills) at Gantry Plaza State Park at Long Island City during my recent NY vacation.

striking a pose with charles, mark and jhong...

striking a pose with charles, mark and jhong…

Oh diba? Ang yaman yaman ko, andami kong foto.

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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.