Saving… Face

Once upon a time there lived an ugly duckling named Marocharim… no wait, that’s not right…

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I always say that if it’s on the Internet, it must be true.  Save for lapses in grammar (“did” = simple past tense, “showed” = simple past tense, proper usage is “the winner did not even show his face,” I’m just saying).

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Random Bullet-Points

I hate writing in bullet-points, but sometimes, bullet-points are all you need.

  • Like anyone else, like my friends, for example, I don’t appreciate people taking my picture – specifically my picture – in public, without my knowledge or my permission.  Unless, of course, I find artistic value in a picture like that (like spreading a message, for example).
  • While there are many ways to get attention for your blog, the best way to gain that attention so craved is to write really well; to do no harm to others, to live honorably, and to give everyone their due.  Once you got that covered, only then can you gain some measure of respect and credence wherever you go.  Those are things you can only sustain by doing no harm to others, live with honor, and give everyone their due.

Imma have more but Imma let myself finish now, but sometimes people need to chew on bullet-points every once in a while.

"Pangaasi Yo, Apo"

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The picture above was taken from the Facebook album of Danny Durante, whom I assume is a Baguio resident.  The place looks to be like Cresencia Village, which can give a completely SFW portrait of things I can’t bear to imagine.  For those living in the lowlands, this is what a landslide looks like.  It carries away homes… and indeed, it carries away lives.  It’s like an avalanche without snow, yet as cold and unforgiving as anyone could imagine it.

As I write this, I’m fresh off a drinking session at Cubao X in the effort to forget.  I want to forget about things I don’t want to – and I cannot in good conscience – write about stories I heard today, like that of the taxi driver.  The taxi I rode in was driven by a driver from Cagayan who lives in Marikina.  His words tore at me like I would pieces of paper when I fold paper cranes:

“Pangaasi yo, Apo.”

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