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FEATURE OF THE MONTH
PoTD : Last Morning of the Passing Year
Saturday, December 30, 2017
Tuesday, December 26, 2017
Attending the night gala before the 25th of Dec this year felt average. The seats were barely occupied, I wonder if its because of the weather? That's one, or probably just the location. I wonder what have happened to the prejudiced teens because they live to standby outside the church , flirting or texting instead of attending the mass. I wonder where are the vendors of the casa/households making puto-bumbong, bibingka, penoy at balot, we would definitely buy and lined-up for when the mass ended. Traditions are gradually changing the small details. Yet, the municipality streets remained the same.Christmas day is over! but the spirit lives on.
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Happy 8th Birthday to my beloved bear!
Monday, December 25, 2017
In a special place we reunited but this time I wasnt beside you.
I still sing, I still love the hymn.
You smiled back.
Mine directed to the man I chose.
I then realize, neither of our choices were wrong!
But those who left isn't privileged to execute the song.
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Taken : December 24
Monday, December 18, 2017
There are songs not written on score sheets.
Nor the truths printed on newspaper scripts.
Nor the President's services, we daily tell their addressed bullshits.
Will someone humbly apologize to him after his term?
Saturday, December 9, 2017
Fishtails should've bigger brains!
So people learnt to fly.
Born from men of the seas left their monopolized land.
You said you'll bring us tomorrow.
You said there is a brighter future!
But our children learnt as they grow, that
Achievements lodges Overseas.
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I've heard that our Mayor rejected to renew the small bancas' permit to fish. I belong to the third generation of the last man to fish our bay. For the last two years as I visited my granma's house, I always managed to idly visit the bay and burnt the flashes of nostalgia. The place wasnt as festive. The place was dying. Rejecting their permits would even extinguish our ancestry. We were born fishermen. The second generation saw there is fruitless labour and became practical. They left and went overseas. My last concern lies how the government sees us. Does he see out of 10 families, 9 of them have their parent earning money out of the country? His family has been sitting for almost 2 decades (as far as I can remember) and how grave the end-results of your services were.
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There are things we see but we wouldnt execute. The men of the seas deserve better.
Monday, December 4, 2017
Many things happened last night. My brother in his last match this season (basketball), ended up getting a dislocated shoulder.
I loved how my father got his enthusiam like a passionate coach , half-half. He is passionate in basketball, coach? nah. He's good at watching. Anyways, since it was laste.. they (with mum) had to hurry to a nearest boutique and buy a pain killer. I was left with my younger brother at home and had to tend the ice pack once it hits each 20 minutes on his shoulder. 10 pm hitting the clock, unexpectedly, our street have a blackout. Was about to force to go outside.
It was like we have a giant light bulb in the sky. It lightened up the surrounding but its light wasnt about hurting. The night sky was calm to look at. I was hugging Johnsuke, a ready-warm-hugging-blanket. There are many things we take granted for.
I loved how my father got his enthusiam like a passionate coach , half-half. He is passionate in basketball, coach? nah. He's good at watching. Anyways, since it was laste.. they (with mum) had to hurry to a nearest boutique and buy a pain killer. I was left with my younger brother at home and had to tend the ice pack once it hits each 20 minutes on his shoulder. 10 pm hitting the clock, unexpectedly, our street have a blackout. Was about to force to go outside.
It was like we have a giant light bulb in the sky. It lightened up the surrounding but its light wasnt about hurting. The night sky was calm to look at. I was hugging Johnsuke, a ready-warm-hugging-blanket. There are many things we take granted for.
The moon grew jealous. He absorbed all the electricity, forcing you to watch him last night.
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