Don't get too involved. Imma fucking mess.

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Mon, 17 Dec 2012 08:04:03 -0500

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Libre mangarap, di ba?

Wed, 25 Apr 2012 08:58:00 -0400

Libre mangarap di ba?
Sasakay ako ng barko, yung parang Titanic. Tapos hindi na ako babalik. Tapos first class yung ticket ko. Yung barko, kumpleto na lahat dun. May mall, bar, gym, lahat lahat. Tapos kasama ko yung “dream guy” ko. (ANG KORNI PAKSHET) Tapos makikinig kami ng classical music, iinom ng champagne/vodka/at kung anu-anong klase ng cocktail at kakain ng masasarap. Tapos titignan lang namin yung kalma na color blue/seagreen/pink(pag umaga) na dagat. Tapos pag gabi, tititigan namin yung stars. Maghahabulan kami sa barko. Bababa kami sa 3rd class passengers tas makikiparty kami. Tapos wala akong iisipin para bukas, wala akong aalahanin na dapat gawin, hindi ako papasok ng trabaho kasi di naman kami nauubusan ng pera. Tapos forever na kami dun sa barko, masaya. Tangina ang korni ko. Sobrang stressed lang ako. At ang empty ng feeling ko. Paulit ulit lang yung routine. Gising, ligo, pasok sa trabaho, uwi, ligo, kain, tulog. Repeat 100x).

ateneovideoopen13: LOYOLA FILM CIRCLE, Ateneo de Manila...

Fri, 18 Nov 2011 21:38:21 -0500

ateneovideoopen13:

LOYOLA FILM CIRCLE, Ateneo de Manila University’s premiere film organization, is proud to present an out-of-this-world film competition the country will ever see! The Ateneo Video Open, now on its thirteenth year, is an annual nationwide film competition open to collegiate-level filmmakers.

The event aims to highlight the effective use of aesthetically pleasing films as media for social discourse. There are four categories: short narrative, music video, documentary, and experimental. The competition would end in an awards night where cash prizes await winners of each category judged by renowned persons in the field of film and art.

This year, the Ateneo Video Open is recognizing the country’s unique and diverse culture that molds its film industry. To showcase this culture, the language of the film is open to any indigenous dialect (non-contemporary Filipino/English entries are required to be subtitled). The AVO Committee is HIGHLY encouraging the participants as they will be eligible to win as Best Indigenous Language Narrative and additional cash prize.

Visit the official website: http://ateneovideoopen13.tumblr.com to view the rules, regulations and mechanics. Application forms are also available in the website. Deadline of entries is on January 20. 2012.

For inquiries, contact the AVO Team at ateneovideoopen13@yahoo.com.ph. For any inquiries, feel free to contact Will Fernandez at 09175358025 or Hanna Abdulrahman at 09178526145.

"Please stop using the phrase “krisis sa Mindanao” o “kaguluhan sa Mindanao” on your news reports...."

Tue, 25 Oct 2011 12:05:49 -0400

“

Please stop using the phrase “krisis sa Mindanao” o “kaguluhan sa Mindanao” on your news reports. Mindanao is a very big island. While a tragedy indeed happened in Basilan, it is only a part of a big land area. It is a disservice to all who live in Mindanao in peace. People who are not from Mindanao tend to think that there’s chaos all over here in the island, when in fact there is none.

If a bombing happens in Makati or in Manila for instance, you would not call it a “Luzon crisis or problem”, would you? You have to be more sensitive and professional because media has the ability to affect the consciousness of the viewers.

You can help the country achieve what it desires. Choose your words well in your news report.

”

- Mabel Sunga-Acosta (via thecyberniche)

Don't cry! You're more than that!: YOU SHOULD LOVE SOMEONE WHO WRITES

Mon, 24 Oct 2011 13:43:05 -0400

Don't cry! You're more than that!: YOU SHOULD LOVE SOMEONE WHO WRITES:

manelamaganda:

You should date someone who writes. Someone who is simple yet complicated, organized yet unpredictable, understanding but critical, loyal yet sensitive, imaginative yet demanding.

Someone who writes is simple. You can never resists the simplicity and complexity of her life. She likes…

pinoytumblr: Fun animated short film depicting Juan Luna and...

Mon, 24 Oct 2011 11:58:37 -0400

pinoytumblr:

Fun animated short film depicting Juan Luna and Jose Rizal in VS mode. Props to people that recognize the context of the character abilities (i.e. Rizal’s Sisa Rage and Juan Luna’s Painting Shoryuken). (via)

Karsunsilyo’s Facebook page.

blabbingfreak: “You are radical because you are still...

Mon, 24 Oct 2011 11:12:35 -0400

blabbingfreak:

“You are radical because you are still young.”

While I like being called radical and young at the same time, I winced upon the remark upfront. I was startled and I am guessing that my face did not betray my frustration. I must have been wearing a frown, staring blankly or maybe even both that I was asked if there’s something wrong. But of course there’s something wrong, there must be.

I am 22 years old, months away from turning 23. The years were not always sunny and surely, I’ve had my share of storm and rain, but that’s a different story. You see, I was well-provided, supported by my family through and through. I was sitting pretty in my own little world, unaware of the injustices happening around me, that which poverty and greed have caused. Then I got lucky. I met people who believed that my generation needs education, one that my tuition won’t be able to afford, something I would not have aquired had I chosen to stay inside the classrooms the whole time. There is so much more to learn and there’s just no end to it. The least I can do is pay it all forward, make sure that the fire does not die.

I’ve heard people say that as soon as I grow up, I’ll realize that my ideals are far-fetched from what’s really happening. I was told time and again that I can only do so much and I alone cannot change the world. But that’s the whole point of it, right? If I can only do so much and there is something I can do, why not do everything I could? If they are aware that I alone cannot change the world, why not do their part too?

I don’t suppose things are going to change overnight. But every time we choose to ignore it, the more often we decide to turn a blind eye, every time we isolate ourselves with the world due to fear, ignorance and selfishness, is a pound of salt added to the wound.

The system is already rotting as it is and the number of times we choose to shut up and shrug things off contributes to condoning the evil that has been eating us all. Let not the hope die. Let not the dream remain a vision. Let not growing old be the excuse. Heck, let us not think of any excuse.

“Ubi bone tacent, malum prosperat - Where good men are silent, evil prospers.”

Photo: Sigaw 2011, Eloisa Francia

bryanteslava: Polaroid Camera + 600 Film Giveaway! Hey...

Fri, 21 Oct 2011 15:24:51 -0400

bryanteslava:

Polaroid Camera + 600 Film Giveaway!

Hey everyone, as some of you know this is my second camera giveaway!

The previous giveaway was a Fuji Instax 210 Camera.

I’ve had this Polaroid camera for a few years now, and I’ve done some previous shoots with it.

Reasons why I’m giving it away:

1) “Give and you shall receive”.

2) It’s time for someone else to make beautiful photos with it.

Rules to enter giveaway:

simply click the ‘♥’ button or ‘re-blog‘ (if you do both they count as two entries)

you must be following my blog.

I will randomly be choosing someone for this free camera.

If you’re the lucky one, I will send you an ‘ask’ question on tumblr for your shipping information. (make sure your ask is enabled!)

I will be choosing the winner on January 1st 2012!

Goodluck!

-Bryant Eslava

misteravid: “I am grateful to ABS-CBN but this is damn...

Fri, 21 Oct 2011 04:20:21 -0400

misteravid:

“I am grateful to ABS-CBN but this is damn irresponsible. You do not go about propagating WAR. Especially if you can reach at least 80% of the population.”

“I condemn the ABS CBN TV Patrol POLL dated October 20, 2011 for irresponsibly asking a complex question: “Papayag ba kayo na itigil na peace talks at mag ALL OUT WAR na laban sa MILF?” While 97% voted for YES, does this follow that 97% want to stop the peace talks AND at the same time launch an ALL OUT WAR against the MILF? Let us not allow a question to compromise the peace talks. NO to sensationalizing of news and complex questions. YES to fairness and accuracy of news! MEDIA, KNOW YOUR RESPONSIBILITY! [Please post this in your status until this reaches the mainstream.”

- From Mr. Ping Medina, taken from FB

——————

I have always hated the way we report news. It is vastly unfair to Muslims. As I said in a previous post: It pains my ear how they report such things on local news too, if a crime was committed by a Muslim, they are quick to point it out like “Isang Muslim ang nangholdap ng banko!” yet we never hear “isang Kristayano ang nang rape ng bata!”. It’s stupid & irresponsible.

Hindi ba nakakapagtaka na sa wikang Filipino ang “katiwalian” ay halos bahagi na ng “pinagkakatiwalaan” at ang mismong “tiwali” ay kahanay lang ng “tiwala”. Kaya’t huwag ka nang magugulat pa kung ang mga mismong “pinagkakatiwalaan” mo (kapamilya mo man, kaibigan o ang ibinoto sa halalan) ay parte mismo ng “katiwalian” at ang “tiwala” na ibigay mo ay sa “tiwali” lang pala napunta.

Sat, 08 Oct 2011 22:56:59 -0400

Sing tigas ng bato. Sing tatag ng bakal.

Tue, 27 Sep 2011 13:27:00 -0400

Sing tigas ng bato. Sing tatag ng bakal.
Mula sa magulo at malikot na isip ni Franny Tafalla, 24.09.11 235am

Sa dinamidami ng kulay ng M&Ms, color brown lang gusto kong kainin. Wala yung maganda, nakakakilig, nakakaexcite na “feeling” kapag ibang kulay ang kinakain ko. What’s so special about color brown? What’s so special about HIM? Hindi ko alam. Sa lahat lahat ng mga mahirap na tanong sa Math, UPCAT, PLMAT, Chem, Physics at kung anu-ano pa, etong napakadaling tanong pa ang hindi ko masagot. Kelangan bang malaman ang sagot/rason sa lahat ng nararamdaman? Hindi na natuto. Hindi nadala. Hindi mapagsabihan. Matigas ang ulo. Matatag ang puso. Sing tigas ng bato. Sing tatag ng bakal.

“Bakit wala ka pang boyfriend, ang ganda ganda mo naman? Wala bang nangliligaw sayo? O may hinihintay ka? Mahal mo ba sia? Oo, mahal mo nga. Wag, ako na nagsasabi sayo, malandi yun, lahat nifflirt. Masasaktan ka lang.”

Pero bakit color brown lang ang gusto kong kainin? Actually, kumakain din naman ako ng ibang kulay ng M&Ms. Nagagandahan nga ako sa color red na M&Ms e. Pero kapag color brown yung kinakain ko, hindi ko alam kung bakit parang 10x ang sarap niya sa ibang colors. Yung tipong nakikipag-away pa ako kapag may kumuha ng kahit isang pirasong color brown, kahit close friend ko pa ang kumuha. Minsan iniisip ko, baka may dinagdag na ibang ingredient para mas lalong malasa kapag kinain. O kaya, meron siang Hersheys/Kitkat o Toblerone na halo kaya feel ko 10x ang sarap niya. Di kaya, abnormal lang talaga yung panlasa ko? May halo man o wala, color brown lang talaga ang gusto kong kainin. Merong excitement, nakakakilig, magadang feeling akong nararamdaman kapag color brown ang kinakain ko. Yung tipong nakikita ko pa lang bumibilis na ang tibok ng puso ko, parang isang briefcase na may lamang 50M ang nakikita ko, tapos kapag isusubo ko na, may light effects (yung parang sa mga commercial kapag tinatakam ka nila) akong nakikita sa peripheral vision ko na may kasama pang pagkinang ng bituin at fireworks na korteng puso at kapag nginunguya ko na, nakakarinig ako ng tunog ng kampana (yung tunog ng kampana kapag may kinakasal) at may kasamang love song pa. Ganun yung feeling ko. Ang weird ‘no.

“Ano bang nagustuhan mo dun? Muka ngang hindi nagttoothbrush yun e.”

Pero bakit ganun yun naffeel ko everytime na color brown ang kinakain ko? Masama bang color brown lang ang kainin ko? Masasayang ba ang ibang colors? Pwede namang iba ang kumain ng ibang colors ‘di ba? Atleast nagshare pa ako. Share your blessings, ika nga nila. O, masasayang yung perang ipinangbili ko ng M&Ms at yung effort at oras ko sa pagbili kasi color brown lang ang kinain ko? O lahat yan ang sagot, all of the above? Hindi ko alam. Ano sa tingin niyo ang sagot? Feel ko yung tanong na yan, dapat ilagay sa set of questions ng UPCAT o PLMAT o ng Miss Universe. Baka sakaling may makasagot kung bakit.

“Bek, alam ko yung feeling na yan, naiintindihan kita. Yung kahit tumingin ka sa iba, walang spark, kasi siya pa rin ang gusto mo. Nag-i love you na ba siya sayo?”
“Ang tigas ng ulo mo.”

Sa dami ng magagandang payo at matitinding sermon (yung tipong tagos to the backbone) na narining ko, hindi naman sa binabale wala ko lang na parang pasok sa kanang tenga, labas sa kaliwa, pero kahit anong pigil ko, e color brown lang talaga yun kinakain ko. Bakit pa kasi nahalina ang mga mata ko sa M&Ms na color brown at bakit pa kasi ako bumili ng M&Ms edi sana wala ako ngayong iniisip at sakit ng puso.

“Bek, mawawala rin siya ggraduate na siya, marerealize mo na makakalimutan mo na siya, di mo na siya mamimiss. Di mo na siya makikita dito. Masasanay ka na wala na siya.”

E kung itigil ko na ang pagbili at pagkain ko ng M&Ms o di kaya’y sumubok ako kumain ng ibang kulay ng M&Ms? Baka sakaling matigil ko ang pagiging adik ko ke color brown? Sa kanya? Siguro pag ginawa ko yun, baka matigil ko ang pagkahilig ko sa color brown, baka sa color blue naman ako mahilig, sa totoo lang maganda yung kulay na yun. Haha. Kung hindi man mawala ang pagkahilig ko sa color brown ngayon, baka bukas o next month mawala na, hindi man ngayon, pero siguro isang araw, mawawala din. Sa ngayon, ieenjoy ko muna ang pagkain sa M&Ms na color brown. Kung gaano katagal bago mawalawa, iyon ang hindi ko alam. Kelan kaya? Ano sa tingin niyo?

Matigas ang ulo. Matatag ang puso. Sing tigas ng bato. Sing tatag ng bakal. Paulit ulit. Hindi natututo. Hindi nadadala. Hindi mapagsabihan. Magulo. Pagod. Masaya.

blabbingfreak: Isang pagsaludo at pag-alala kay Liliosa...

Fri, 23 Sep 2011 10:40:00 -0400

blabbingfreak:

Isang pagsaludo at pag-alala kay Liliosa Hilao.

LILIOSA R. HILAO, her life and martyrdom – a potential Philippine leader

by: Alice R. Hilao-Gualberto

At a time when the Philippines was taking off to a bright economic independence, ex-president Ferdinand Marcos, called a DICTATOR, whose paranoia for power would not want to leave Malacanang Palace, and in order to justify his stay - declared martial law, September 21, 1972; placed the whole country under a tyrannic, abusive, military rule. His plan was to rule for life. The country saw hundreds of statesmen, thousands of university scholars in the academe, businessmen, the media, the labor group, men and women in various religious fields and even ordinary citizens who spoke ill of his dictatorial rule were imprisoned without charge; thousands were tortured to death, executed and a lot whose bodies can no longer be found even to this day, the so-called desaparecidos. This was the darkest era, thePhilippinesever had, to think that he, a homegrown Filipino leader would rule the country with so much tyranny, greed and cruelty beyond compare. Fear and silence ruled over the land, even in the very corners of each Filipino home, talks of martial law atrocities were spoken of in coded dialects and in whispers. Everywhere walls seem to have ears.

LILIOSA, in her early twenties, was not lucky enough, she was one of the thousands of victims who died mysteriously barely less than 24 hours in the hands of brutal, military men insideCampCrame,Quezon City. But she was the first victim to die inside a camp in the heart of the city ofManila. On that questionable night, the military composed of the raiding team under Col. Bienvenido Felix; Lt. Arthur or Arturo Castillo, head of the raiding team; Lt. Reynaldo Garcia, a WAC Ester Aragosa and a PC Informer, George Ong said she died April 6, 1973; the family did not believe them and did not accept the date of her death given.

They informed everyone that Liliosa committed suicide while in their custody inside a men’s toilet. Lilli was a very conservative, hygiene-conscious person, of all places, she would never dare enter a men’s toilet. What outraged more the family was that they wrote the school authorities and the relatives in the province that Lilli died of drug addiction. Anybody with a sound mind can never believe that such a demure, highly intellectual, honorable young lady looking forward to receive cum laude honors at the Pamantasan ng Lungsod ng Maynila (UniversityofManila), 2 weeks before graduation, who was brutally killed, would commit suicide? She was an intellectual campus figure respected and acknowledged by everyone who looked forward with high ambitions to achieve a better life not only for herself and the family but for each and every poor Filipino as well. This was manifested by her interest and concern to those families who lived in empty, idle container vans. This was written down in her diary. She committed herself in helping this group of urban poor living near the university campus in Intramuros,Maniladonating whatever material needs she can afford to give. To reciprocate her kindness and concern, all of them in full force including children dared to go to her funeral in Loyola Memorial Park where her remains were buried, fearing not the military men whose presence in her burial did not deter them from seeing her to her grave. She was nipped in the bud, but her death sparkled like a candle in the night inspiring all the people working for the restoration of democracy in the country to be more courageous, persevering and vigilant be they in the hills or in urban areas. She became the inspiration that brought other names to the fore and her bravery showed that she was not cowed even in the presence of her military captors inCampCrameand before their face, blatantly told them: “DEMOCRACY IS DEAD IN THE PHILIPPINES.” She died wearing a black blouse demonstrating such thought. She died on handcuffs, with so many hand prints all over her body. The family believed, she was killed after she was gang raped, April 5, 1973.

To write her story again, gives me a feeling of heaviness within, that it took me so many days to start. The pains gave rise to my anger and my anger no longer know what fears lie ahead. There were circumstances then that my life too was in danger I noticed it but I was able to avoid them, with strong prayers I asked God’s graces and Divine guidance, to whom I clanged most in every danger that I sensed. I would like to address this story to all freedom-loving citizens of the world, the youth to inspire them in whatever struggles they are in, be they simple or complicated and to all human rights advocates that this world, a God-given gift to men may be loved, become peaceful, beautiful and a better place to live in and to observe and preserve the dignity of man for which LILIOSA gave her precious life for all generations to come. Please help us achieve this.

Describing the barbaric, gory details of her death, the way she was killed, by at least five (5) military, robust men, it really puzzles us how can they ever inflict the worst crime to a demure, asthmatic, defenseless woman? Maybe they saw Liliosa practiced levitation. She was a yoga practitioner and an avid member of Ananda Marga practicing Hare Krishna. According to one of our sisters, Marie, Lilli, as she was fondly called, started the art of levitating after several Yoga training sessions, although very new to its practice, I haven’t really seen her myself how she did it. In the wake she had several Yogi associates who came to sympathize with us.

She was butchered, the body was unevenly cut in half up to her vagina, like that of an animal carcass; the brain was taken out placed in a pail, the intestines were also removed, placed likewise in a pail and all organs poured with muriatic acid and forwarded on that manner to Loyola memorial chapels, in Manila, where she was laid for the vigil. Not contented with what they have done, they guarded the wake not until our eldest sister, Rizalina a former teacher, arrived from the province who shooed them and told them to leave and give privacy to the mourning family members. Her body bore signs of struggle; her lips were burned from cigarette butts, that appeared to be made a virtual ash tray, the mark of a point of a gun appeared on one of her legs and her throat bore a hole, the family was told that they performed tracheostomy to save her life, more of a lie and an alibi. They not only desecrated her body, they made her appear the most absurd, notorious criminal human being on earth. Could have they done this on instruction from the dictator Marcos himself? It was a double-murder case that we want to file in court, but at this point in time after more than 35 years that had elapsed; I don’t know its possibility. But letting everyone know of such crime would at least give mental torture to those men in uniform, the voice of conscience is one’s own enemy.

LILIOSA writes very well, her literary prowess, had she been alive today can go for a Nobel Peace Prize award. She was a consistent, unassuming scholar for five (5) years and supposed to be a pioneer graduate of Communication Arts at the Pamantasan ng Maynila. She organized the women’s club of the university and headed other school; organizations including the school organ called HASIK. She headed also ALITHEA, an all-female member activists during her time. Student activism then was an all time-high, almost all students and even the whole country was in a state of unrest, like a social volcano about to erupt at any given time and this was where Marcos saw an opportune time to impose martial law for a lifetime dictatorial rule. He ruled the country with a barrel of a gun.

Lilli had a knack of writing detailed moments of her life, I was very much impressed to read in a chronologically arranged writings in her diary which reads:

“I went to bed but before that, I have read Mother’s letter to us dated April 24, 1969 , telling us of some good and bad news about our town. I shed tears by which I can’t really help without my knowledge of it, not because of the sentimental tone of the letter, in fact the missive was straightforwardly, but because of the many problems that beset the country as a whole and its citizens by which I am or I was not able to render help. I really wanted to help my country and see my fellowmen all in good condition. But I am helpless and this was what made me outrageous that I shed tears unconsciously. Help can be attained in so many ways to be able to serve one’s country but the help I want to render is more of tangible evidence to the masses so that they would know their faults and be able to accept changes I have slept thinking of the problems and some possible solutions.”

A very heroic thought indeed.

Again I found on the same diary these famous, favorite lines written by our own national hero, whom she wrote, quoted lines after the famous Jose Rizal’s novel NOLI ME TANGERE just after it came of the press, it reads: “I DIE WITHOUT SEEING THE DAWN BRIGHTEN OVER MY NATIVE LAND! You, who have it to see, welcome it – and FORGET NOT THOSE WHO HAVE FALLEN DURING THE NIGHT.”

LILIOSA, was a doting daughter of Maximo Hilario Hilao and Celsa Rapi Hilao, the 7^th in the family of nine. She studied elementary education up to sixth grade always with honors. She was transferred to Manila during her high school studies and landed with highest honors inspite of her frail health – that of being an asthmatic, which even up to her college days prevented her from participating in highly rigorous inside and off school campus activities. She was a well-loved student by her professors, the likes of Behn Cervantes, Armando Malay (now deceased), Cecille Guidote-Alvarez and Armando Doronilla, to name but a few. She was a very obedient daughter, had she not went back to their apartment that terrifying night, knowing the dangers that await her there just to see and talk to her mother with words of assurance that she need not worry because no matter what, she was going back to her. She became hostage during the raid. Right after getting inside the house, she already received fist blows and head banging on the wall by the raiding officer, Arturo Castillo. Just because of a moral obligation to an ailing mother, love and obedience, changed the course of her history; she literally died without seeing the dawn brighten over our native land!

Since the time she learned the ABC’s of writing and reading, one can’t see her without books, paper, and pens in her hands where she would write down anything that she saw, observed and heard. She loved books very much and would settle to read even when she was sick. An old document we had showed a letter of intention addressed to an international university inquiring about a Colombo Plan Scholarship.

She had a big heart for the poor, a very religious woman, with strong beliefs and principles and a very good foresight of the future; she sacrificed herself to protect other people’s lives at stake when she was tactically interrogated and in 1986, she was considered a martyr; soon after her name was among the first ten (10) to be enshrined and encrypted in the WALLS OF REMEMBRANCE at the Bantayog ng mga Bayani (Monument of Martyrs and Heroes) along East Avenue, in Quezon City, a venue of fallen heroes during the martial law regime. While in her hometown in Bulan, Sorsogon, southernmost part ofManilain the Bicol region, one of the streets near their heritage house was re-named by the Municipal council after her –LILIOSA HILAO STREETduring the town’s centennial observance and celebration. She was also cited with a plaque by the Rotary Club of Makati on her writing about the country (in Filipino, BAYAN MUNA BAGO ANG SARILI) the “country first before oneself.”

She was also awarded a POSTHUMOUS SPECIAL CITATION on a plaque by her Alma Mater, the Pamantasan ng Lungsod ng Maynila (UNIVERSITYOFTHE CITY OF MANILA) which reads:

In recognition of her contributions in defending the rights, preserving the freedom and upholding the dignity of the Filipino people during the time when we are in search for truth and justice,” February 23, 2001 at the Manila Hotel,Manila,Philippines.

To request for pictures and other facts and data about her, please send your email named above.

UPDATE: At present the class-suit won by the human rights victims, of whom LILIOSA is the lead case, the Phil. government is still undecided to release to them the amount of US$460M as far as the compensation is concerned. Although the family is not really after the small amount that would result to the apportionment among all the 9,000 victims-claimants, the family tells everyone, money can’t bring her back to life.

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Article & Photo : http://balanghay.multiply.com/journal/item/8

A fellow PLMayer.

MEJO BUKING AKO

Sun, 18 Sep 2011 11:19:00 -0400

Mama: BAT MAY LIGHTER KA SA BAG?
Maffi: (Nagulat, kinabahan) HA? EWAN KO!
Mama: Kaya pala nawawala mga lighter dito sa bahay!
Maffi: Di saken yan, sa kaklase ko yan!
Mama: Nagyoyosi ka noh!!!
Maffi: (natatawa, mejo buking na) Hindi noh!
Mama: Ano tinitira mo, malboro ka ba?
Maffi: Hindi nga!!! (natatawa secretly)
Mama: Wag kang manigarilyo, inom lang, jan tayo magkakaproblema, kaya ka siguro laging hinihingal ano? Bat dati nagtatanong ka saken tungkol sa nicotine patch??
Maffi: HINDI NGAAAA! (haha)
Maffi: WAG MONG KUNIN YUNG LIGHTER, SA KAKLASE KO YAN
Mama: Sabihin mo kinonpiskeyt ko
Maffi: WAG KE DANILO YAN!
Mama: Basta
Maffi: (HAHAHAHA SILENTLY LAUGHING)

forealztiff: Idk if you can read that, but damn the accuracy.

Tue, 13 Sep 2011 11:10:44 -0400

forealztiff:

Idk if you can read that, but damn the accuracy.

THIS IS SO TRUE!! Happy for Angola but it should have been Shamcey Supsup. :)

Tue, 13 Sep 2011 11:09:41 -0400

sweetestfrown:

“I have reservations with the results. If the only basis is the Q and A portion, after having been trimmed down to 5, Ms. Philippines deserved to win. What made her different from the rest is that she had no seconds to rethink of her answer as she had no interpreter to break the ice. The rest had their interpreters and having breaks on seconds to think about their answers. Hands down, Ms. Philippines answered straight to the point.”

-Oprah Winfrey via NBC News

Photo

Tue, 13 Sep 2011 10:30:54 -0400

nutellasoyumyum: This is a true story of Mother’s Sacrifice...

Wed, 07 Sep 2011 11:44:03 -0400

nutellasoyumyum:

This is a true story of Mother’s Sacrifice during the China Earthquake.
After the Earthquake had subsided, when the rescuers reached the ruins of a young woman’s house, they saw her dead body through the cracks. But her pose was somehow strange that she knelt on her knees like a person was worshiping; her body was leaning forward, and her two hands were supporting by an object. The collapsed house had crashed her back and her head.

With so many difficulties, the leader of the rescuer team put his hand through a narrow gap on the wall to reach the woman’s body. He was hoping that this woman could be still alive. However, the cold and stiff body told him that she had passed away for sure.
He and the rest of the team left this house and were going to search the next collapsed building. For some reasons, the team leader was driven by a compelling force to go back to the ruin house of the dead woman. Again, he knelt down and used his had through the narrow cracks to search the little space under the dead body. Suddenly, he screamed with excitement,” A child! There is a child! “
The whole team worked together; carefully they removed the piles of ruined objects around the dead woman. There was a 3 months old little boy wrapped in a flowery blanket under his mother’s dead body. Obviously, the woman had made an ultimate sacrifice for saving her son. When her house was falling, she used her body to make a cover to protect her son. The little boy was still sleeping peacefully when the team leader picked him up.
The medical doctor came quickly to exam the little boy. After he opened the blanket, he saw a cell phone inside the blanket. There was a text message on the screen. It said,” If you can survive, you must remember that I love you.” This cell phone was passing around from one hand to another. Every body that read the message wept. ” If you can survive, you must remember that I love you.” Such is the mother’s love for her child!!

My mom told me about this. ; n ;