Monday, March 29, 2010

In Transit Notes: Shoes

Overheard from 2 female airport ground crew:

Woman 1: Bago ang shoes ko

Woman 2: Wow, oo nga no? Ang dami mo nang shoes, tama na!

W1: Oo parang yung madaming sapatos... si Imee ba yun?

W2: Si Imelda.

What the?!... And these 2 are not even that young! (mid 20s maybe). A proof that people are either apathetic or very very forgetful.

*salamat, for lending your feet, Hamsy*


8:10am
29 March 2010
Monday
NAIA Terminal 2

Saturday, March 20, 2010

Neruda

my 6 word blog:


"Tonight, I write the saddest line"






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www.designyourway.net

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Enough!

"Just say no... before he kills"

Friday, March 05, 2010

Catharsis 4: Agua

Note:
This is not a political piece (although my political biases would show). This is the sentiment of a daughter who has recently lost a father. This is how I felt one night during my father’s wake services.


There are a lot of people tonight, maybe double the number from last night.

Maybe because of the tears blurring my vision, or the lack of sleep, or weariness from so many days of crying and thinking… I couldn’t make out the people’s faces.

I see lips moving… I hear consoling words… I feel hugs and pats on the back… but somehow, it feels like a dream.

I look at my mother, and see that she is silently crying. I remember the doctor’s advise to keep her hydrated. So I tell my cousins to bring water.

And they brought her water. A bottle of mineral water. My cousins said it was a gift, a donation. 2 boxes of bottled water.

But my mother refuses to drink. She even refuses to take the bottle of water. She said, “Ayoko nyan”. Confusion sets it. I look at her and I look at the bottle of water. Now, I completely understand.