the rebel in me

Being a rebel has many derogatory connotations that come along with it. It suggests tattoos, piercings, weird hair cuts with even weirder colors, a strong disregard for authority and of course, horrible fashion. On the other hand, I’m now telling you that we all need to listen to that rebel within us, if only for a moment!

discovery

i needed to talk to carlos munda kasi i have this document that he has to sign (a request of a friend). anyway... his cellphone kept on ringing... nobody answered. so, i called up his office landline and the conversation went like this: man: hello! me: hi! is majal (carlos' assistant) there? man: wala siya dito, eh. (sounds like carlos talking) me: is majal still working for carlos? man. yes. me: who is this please? si alice nga pala ito, friend ni carlos. man: brother ako ni carlos. me: owws. ha! how come we did't know he has a brother. hindi nga... tagal na kami friends pero hindi ko man lang alam may brother siya. man: hehe! my name is jaf. i will tell kuya... me: jack? man. no, it's jaf. may meeting kasi siya sa tagum daw. i will tell him you called, mag meet yata kami after lunch later. me: okey. sabihin mo lang si alice ang tumawag ha... pero wait... bakit nga hindi namin alam may brother pala si carlos. ayaw niya siguro landiin ka namin. hehehe! man: hehe! me: wait... so how old are you? man: 30. me: see... magkaedad pa talaga tayo. man: laughing me: okey... thank you, jaf!. =end of conversation= wala lang. until now i still couldn't believe that caloy has a younger brother. antagal na naming mag friends but kami ng mga girls (gen, meldy, sandra...) never man lang had the chance to meet his brother. i am wondering... carlos might have protected jaf too much, ayaw niyang ma-expose sa amin. another thought... gwapo malamang si jaf. hehehe!

while browsing the external disk, saw some videos of the reports i had produced for ANC bantay bata 163 segment. so disappointing that i couldn't upload it here. too big kasi... 6.4 GB ba naman. hehehe! it's lunch time here in my office... i am watching and reminiscin'. bakit parang mas beautiful ako before? dinaya siguro ni John Simeon Celi ang shots. hehehe! i feel happy to be reminded that i somehow have played a role in helping those children in need. even until now, i can't take parents who don't treat their children well in public. one time, while i was waiting for my jeepney ride in front of MTS, i saw this mother who was yelling at her sobbing 5-year old (my guess) kid, gikurot, gibatukan pa... i believe it was just because the poor kid wanted some french fries at McDonalds. Nilapitan ko talaga ang nanay,"mahiya ka naman sa sarili mo! anak mo ginapakaulawan nimo!" namula jud siya. i can only imagine how she deals with her kid when nobody's watching. no regrets for what i did. buti hindi ko siya sinampal. hahay... mga tao talaga... dinadamay ang mga bata sa kanilang mga sariling gawang problema. we have to protect and promote the rights of children... even in our own little ways kasi kung walang somebody who's willing to stand and fight then child abuse will never end. if we really think about it, our kids, my own little boy can possibly be a victim. kaya, i make it a point na kahit i don't work for bantay bata davao anymore, i say yes to hosting or other task where i can be a volunteer in their projects and other events. fulfilling jud!

igat-igat!

suroy sa wonderland

what a nice day we spent. good food, nice conversations, play... and smiles. :) camera... click... action!