Manny Pacquaio is the "Man"

In a country of 80 million Filipinos,stricken with poverty and cynical of politics;a Manny Pacquaio made us feel seemingly invincible.

Patricia Evengelista captured the euphoria on her column:Pacquiao dedicates his fights to the Philippines. His is a heroism that drops the crime rates to nonexistent on the days of his fights, whose calloused fist has been a constant cushion against every threat to the national ego. Chip Tsao can call us a nation of servants, the World Bank may call us thieves, and Down Under we may be unhygienic, but in the end, a land that birthed the fastest fist in the east is one that can swagger with the best of them. Every indignant online forum has at least one foaming-mouthed patriot who denounces insults by a mantra of “We have Manny Pacquaio.”

This is myth made flesh: the poor man’s son who by dint of sheer hard work found his way to former US President Bill Clinton’s table at the Four Seasons Hotel. This is the Filipino Dream: the boy who never finished school now sending his sons to an international school to rub elbows with the sons of CEOs, whose mama still prays on her knees while he whips his fist in a boxing ring, whose atrocious English makes him Everyman.

wisecracking

Courtesy of the text message of the sometimes amusing,usually annoying(wahaha!) Philip Drew Garlitos, this woke me up......

"If the liar says that he lied,is he telling the truth?"

the waiting,the lightning and the rain

You're wearing your tangerine dress,giddy to start the week right. You waited for a meeting that should take place but has been unreasonably postponed again. On your way out, you tried to recoil ,averting your face from the raging lightning.

The rainfall drips relentlessly. You find refuge under your friend's umbrella because your forgetful self never had the initiative to purchase one.You're trying so hard to stay away from the puddles of filthy waters because your youngest sister will be furious when she learns that you used her happy feet without asking her permission.

So I went home disenchanted,displeased and drenched in water; a hapless state I wouldn't like to keep for the whole week:-(

goofing around

Sporting our geeky looks,the four of us thought of conquering the camera.Guess the result didn't disappoint the camwhores in US:-D

last song syndrome

For unkown reasons,this song caught my attention last night.It eventually lulled me to sleep. I guess I'm not so livid after all:-)


Take Your Sweet Time

but this song GOT me:-)

strange

The seriously rich never fails to amuse us.Recently, a wealthy bachelor sought the help of a matchmaker to look for the woman of his dreams.He is very specific with the list of her qualities but very determined to hide his real identity.Here is the video clip for this bizarre search.

Feel free to click this link^-^-

http://cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/up/player/popup/?rn=3906861&cl=13123603&ch=4226713&src=news

brooding

I have heard quite a number of reasons explaining why other social networking sites are better.Multiply, they say gives you the creative freedom to spruce up your personal space and has a unique photo lay-out that fits well with camwhoring. Facebook, on the other hand is deemed a cyber playground because of its stimulating applications, its ability to track down people,plus the amazing feature of chatting with those who are online.

So after a long time of not logging in, the question is:

"Is Friendster a passé?"