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My point, exactly.

I just finished posting my tribute of sorts to the late Cory Aquino when a colleague sent me this link. This is exactly why I’ve always been contemptuous of Philippine politics.

She can deny knowing the vendor who gave out the bracelets; it has always worked, given the country’s current justice system. But why else would a political aspirant roll down the windows of her car and flash the “L” sign if she didn’t have a hidden agenda. Better yet, why take a car when everybody else is walking? How do you think GMA’s predecessor won?

Oh, you are sooooo screwed. Tsk.

Was it all yellow?

I just thought I’d share this. It’s a song written by my uncle a few decades ago entitled “Maynila”.

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Back then, whenever my folks would listen to it, I get lost trying to find its meaning, being a kid and all at that time. I’d usually forward it to the next song which I found to be more amusing. A few years before that, I vaguely remember being smothered with all kinds of yellow paraphernalia that had the name “NINOY” on them; made to stand in one corner, and have my picture taken by my uncle or my dad. It’s one of the few memories that I managed to dig up from the deepest recesses of my mind. Here’s a photo I found somewhere deep within my grandmother’s baul:

The kid Ninoy mascot

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Fringe benefits (?)

One of the perks (or perils, to some) of working around people who are quite knowledgable in Photoshop is that sometimes, no matter how hard you try, your face will eventually show up on someone else’s torso. Some will retaliate and some will take it seriously and ignore you for a week. While some, well, they hold internal contests.

Yesterday, a colleague buzzed us a link of another colleague’s glamour photo whose name shall not be divulged in this post:

A few seconds later, another colleague sent out a YM blast about a design contest of sorts. Whoever edits this photo best will win a prize (a toy at his discretion, he said). After a few minutes, I came up with a couple of comps. But this one won the third prize just this morning, as judged by the victim himself:

And the spoils of the skirmish:

Hotwheels Chevy Camaro® Concept

Officemates pillaged a few neat stuff, too:

2nd Place wins Watchmen Issue No. 1

1st place gets a Captain America® Bobble Head

1st place gets a Captain America® Bobble Head

You probably know why they obscured their faces.

I love this office these people. Great job! ;)

Jam Sessions @ MJ’s Kitchen

UPDATE: A map from wikimapia.org. Now you won’t have the “I can’t find the venue” alibi. :)

After what seemed like a decade-long hiatus, I’m posting entries again — and, hopefully, not just shameless plugs like this. And here’s my temporary New Year (and Chinese New Year) entry: “Hello 2009!”

Jam Sessions @ MJ's Kitchen

CCM!: Day One - India Street

I was jolted from deep slumber by the sound of hastily made footsteps. I stared at the ceiling and realized that I was not in my room. After a quick recount of the events that happened the previous day, I gathered that I was in another country, in my uncle’s house, in my cousin’s room, on a queen size mattress which I got from my uncle after getting a slightly used one from one of his Filipino friends who wanted to get rid it.

I went downstairs and saw my uncle and my aunt having breakfast, while my cousin Miko zoomed around the place getting ready for school and Jaf was playing the piano. After having a quick cup of coffee (I didn’t even comb my hair, not that it needed it anyway xD), my uncle asked me to go with him to drive Miko to school. He was already opening the gate when I came back from washing (short of splashing water on) my face.

It was only until I sat on the passenger seat that I came to realize how beautiful the sky was that morning.

Kuching Morning Sky

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