Sheila is our ATE and she's the one whose always there to guide us!..WHAT??
Monday, October 26, 2009
ORIGINAL HARVEY!!
I MISS THEM SO MUCH!!
This was a scene where me, TL Harvey, Mitchy and Nadja as well as the rest of the team were having drinking sessions everyday after shift.
Sheila is our ATE and she's the one whose always there to guide us!..WHAT??
hahahahahha!!!
Melvin, August, Patricia, Dean Marcos, Me and Mama Sey.
Original Harvey!!
Sunday, October 25, 2009
from Samar to Leyte!
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Round 1, FIGHT!!
Si manong na kinakalaban pa ang bubwit na kagagaling lang sa paaralan. Unusual na makakita tayo ng manong guard na nakikipaglaro sa mga binabantayan nyang mga tao. Instead na maglakad-lakad sya eh ayun, gigil na gigil pa sa kakapindot...at di lang yun, si manong, kumo-combo pa!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!...
Nakakatuwa kasi na makita mo si manong guard na parang galit na galit sa kalaban nya at take note, may kasama pa yang facial expression at body movements.. Sana lang manong, wag kang mahuli o baka itong post ko pa na ito ang daan para mahuli ka sa ginagawa mo!...PEACE!!
Saturday, October 10, 2009
PASKO NA!
Christmas is in the air!.. I have a lot of things to buy especially for my "inaanaks". Biggest problem would be those "inaanaks" na medyo malalaki na at medyo mahirap na rin bilhan ng mga regalo. So usually, pera na lang ang iaabot since these days naman eh mas preffered na nila na pera ang ibibigay sa kanila at the same time, yun din ang ina-anticipate nila. But syempre, di naman sa bigay/regalo yun eh, to think na nag-effort sila na puntahan ka sa bahay nila eh ikaw na rin ang mahihiya na yun lang ang iaabot mo lalo na kung galing sila sa mga malalayong lugar!
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Ang pera ay lumilipad!
pag-"ber" months talaga eh aligaga ang mga tao!...
hindi magkamayaw sa pamimili dahil ayaw nila sumabay sa pagdumog ng tao sa mga pamilihan.
kahit sa mga bangketa ay malamang sa di mahulugang karayom sa dami ng tao.
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Ang pinakahihintay ng lahat!...
X-mas bonus!
13th Month pay!
Tax Refund!
SL/VL Conversions!
at kung ano-ano pa!
so ano pang hinihintay mo??..
pila na!!
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ang mga dapat bilhin ngayon pasko!..
-pang-noche-buena at pang-media-noche!
-damit ng mga anak at pamangkin na magtatabaho ngayong pasko!
( as in kailangan nilang mamasko ng marami, mabawi man lang ang pinambili ng damit )
-pangregalo sa mga inaanak!
-pakain sa mga magulang ng inyong mga inaanak!
-decorations sa bahay?, wag muna..kahit wala ok lang!..
-at syempre, regalo mo sa sarili mo!
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So excited for the christmas season!
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Dirty Hands!
I'm proud of my dirty hands. Yes, they are dirty. And they are rough and knobby and calloused. And I'm proud of the dirt and the knobs and the callouses. I didn't get them that way by playing bridge or drinking afternoon tea out of dainty cups, or playing the well-advertised Good Samaritan at charity balls. I got them that way by working with them, and I'm proud of the work and the dirt. Why shouldn't I feel proud of the work they do - these dirty hands of mine? My hand are the hands of plumbers, of truckdrivers and street cleaners; or carpenters; engineers, machinists and workers in steel. They are not pretty hands that make so much that the world must have or die. Someday, I think, the world should go down on its knees and kiss all the dirty hands of the working world, as in the days long past, armored knight would kiss the hands of ladies fair. I'm proud of my dirty hands. The world has kissed such hands. the world will always kiss such hands. Men and women put reverent lips to the hands of Him who held the hammer and the saw and the plane. His weren't pretty hands either when they chopped trees, dragged rough lumber, and wielded carpenter's tools. they were workingman's hands - strong, capable proud hands. And weren't pretty hands when the executioners got through them. they were torn right clean through by ugly nails, and the blood was running from them, and the edges of the wounds were raw and dirty and swollen; and the joints were crooked and the fingers were horribly bent in a mute appeal for love. they weren't pretty hands then, but, O God, they were beautiful - those hands of the Savior. i'm proud of those dirty hands, hands of my Savior, hands of God. And I'm proud of my dirty hands too, dirty hands, like the hands of my Savior, the Hands of my God!
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