ilang was, and still is, right. blogs are the coolest place on earth for modern writers.
di nga lang ako pala-sulat. so what makes me a writer?
anyway, just check my blog: http://changingsigns.blogspot.com
This is George W. Bush responding on the issue of regulating high gasoline prices in the United States.
With extreme greed for profit and the Iraqi oil to boot, he just wouldn’t.
"We have to explain to them that our obligation is to our citizens. We are a sovereign country and we have to protect our citizens." Foreign Affairs Secretary Alberto Romulo to the US government on repatriating Filipino workers from Iraq
Obligation. Their obligation that we are all obliged to pay. At 25 US dollars a contract for a non-functional card, their new OWWA Omnibus Policies will ensure this obligation is realized.
No wonder hundreds are still stranded. Others going home empty-handed. Others unaware of a state responsible for them.
Can press statements actually help?
Two days ago, after my haircut, I realized that my hair is gradually thinning. I am still a bit rattled by that discovered fact and now have plunged into a minute-long discourse on why I am experiencing.
As to the why:
a. That is a recessive gene from my mother that only I in the family have. All my brothers and my father, who at his age of 80, still have strong locks of hair. No signs of scalp lines showing. While mine is like a grassfield undergoing kaingin. And all my mother’s brothers have shining, shimmering foreheads extending to their napes. Waaaah, don’t want this.
b. The Indonesian water system is polluted. But then, Hong Kong water is more polluted, with all its chemicals, toxins and granite treatment (the last one is just a theory). Like this cute French photographer from AFP, all colleagues I know, all of whome have stayed here for more than 5 years, have horn patches on their foreheads. Horn patches are those areas in your head that normally had hair but are now barren. If it’s water, then my pH balance shampoo will not work at all. As if shampoos are there to keep my hair attached to my head.
c. I eat too much sweets, fries and bakwa (those grilled thin meats popular and best in Malaysia).
d. I preoccupy myself with this when I am supposed to be doing more important and urgent work.
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nasa harapan ko ngayon ang isang balumbon ng mga "bubble foam"
di ko alam ang tawag dito basta ito yung nasa loob ng latang kahon ng butter cookies na binibili ni nanay sa palengke kapag me sakit kami ng mga kapatid ko.
natuwa ako kasi nakakaaddict pagpuputuk-putukin - either isa-isa o maramihan.
parang pimples sa mga face-conscious teenagers. parang bote ng Pop o Sarsi kapag binubuksan mo. parang lobo sa mga parlor games kapag me children’s birthday parties.
parang si gloria kapag di pa sya tumigil. well, dati pa naman, hindi na tumitigil yan si gloria. ngayong presidente na sya, pinapapaputukan nya na ang lahat ng taong pwedeng maputukan.
maputukan ng galit ang mga empleyado sa malakanyang. maputukan at masinghalan ang mga nagpoprotesta. paputukan ang mga human rights advocates, pari, abugado at marami pang iba.
sa ngayon, hahayaan ko munang pumutok ang aking bubble. dahil tulad ko, marami na rin ang pumuputok ang butsi sa kanya.
As roughly sweet as martabak manis. As fiery hot as sambal. As pituresque as Puncak. As vibrant as their 10000 rupiah white shirts.
Right now, all I can talk about is Indonesia, its sceneries, the batik, the delicious food and the people.
I have not seen and experienced a country as beautifully and as agitatingly as I had my own.
Magkukwento ako tungkol sa Indonesia, my second kampung halaman.
