Monday, August 24, 2009

Burnham Park, Baguio; Isdaan, Tarlac




St. Joseph's Church







Camp John Hay's Pet Cemetery






Friday, August 21, 2009

a message from MJ...

"(My dad taught me) If you ever make a move, whether it's for a kiss or something more intimate, and you feel the slightest bit of resistance, stop. A lot of times, after you stop, they're going to then say, 'now it's OK. '...DON'T... That time, that day, that's as far as you go."- Mat McConaughey


Tristan, these words of wisdom will not make you a good person. But they will save you from getting arrested when you start dating girls. So tell all your guy friends about this piece of advice, Dude. And someday, when you talk to your son/s, and the SONS OF YOUR FRIENDS, always tell them about this. I'd like to take credit for it but that quote is not from me. I just read it yesterday from Men's Journal.



Thursday, August 20, 2009

Morpheus' Speech

ZION hear me!

It is true what many of you have heard.
The machines have gathered an army

and as I speak that army is drawing nearer to our home.
Believe me when I say we have a difficult time ahead of us

but if we are to be prepared for it

we must first shed our fear of it.
I stand here before you now truly unafraid!

Why?

Because I believe something you do not?

No!

I stand here without fear because I remember.

I remember that I am here not because of the path that lay before me,

but because of the path that lies behind me!
I remember that for one hundred years we have fought these machines!
I remember that for one-hundred years they have sent their armies to destroy us

and after a century of war I remember that which matters most!

We are still here!

Tonight let us send a message to that army!
Let us shake this cave!
Tonight let us tremble these walls of earth, steel and stone!
Let us be heard from red core to black sky!
Tonight let us make them remember

this is ZION

and we are not afraid!

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

August 18. 12AM...

I couldn't afford to buy her De Beers. so she had to settle for a Cappuccino. "Handmade" (I have no Cappuccino maker. I know. I am such a cheapskate).


Happy Birthday Ayheen!

This song is for you. CLICK HERE.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rmu8sa2YJVQ

Thursday, August 06, 2009

Photograph

Look at this photograph
Everytime I do it makes me laugh
How did our eyes get so red
And what the hell is on Joey's head

And this is where I grew up
I think the present owner fixed it up
I never knew we'd ever went without
The second floor is hard for sneaking out


And this is where I went to school
Most of the time had better things to do
Criminal record says I broke in twice
I must have done it half a dozen times

I wonder if it's too late
Should i go back and try to graduate
Life's better now than it was back then
If I was them I wouldn't let me in

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, god, I

Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it, time to say it

Goodbye, goodbye.

Remember the old arcade
Blew every dollar that we ever made
The cops hated us hangin' out
They say somebody went and burned it down

We used to listen to the radio
And sing along with every song we know
We said someday we'd find out how it feels
To sing to more than just the steering wheel

Kim's the first girl I kissed
I was so nervous that I nearly missed
She's had a couple of kids since then
I haven't seen her since god knows when

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, god, I

Every memory of looking out the back door

I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.

I miss that town
I miss the faces
You can't erase
You can't replace it
I miss it now

I can't believe it
So hard to stay
Too hard to leave it

If I could I relive those days
I know the one thing that would never change

Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.

Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it, time to say it

Goodbye,

goodbye.




I was not exactly your biggest fan, Cory. But even I must admit... you had guts, man. And a lot of heart. Someday I shall have to explain to my kids why I did not go to your funeral.
Someday...

Letters to my kids about their childhood adventures



To Sage, Sabe, Sade & 3Stan

To Sage, Sabe, Sade & 3Stan
WELCOME!