You Never Knew by tingkerbell

Sunrise behind a forgotten chruch

Everybody must have had a point in their life when something was forcibly torn from them.  That tear was so complete that recovery seemed impossible and that the only sane thing to do was waste away. But my journey has taught me otherwise. Time does heal all wounds and scars will always be there as a reminder.

Here are a few words from somebody named tinkerbell. She has a way with words that has aptly described the day when I realized wasting away was never an option to begin with. Continue reading

Road Rage and Insane Tricycle Drivers

Driving is a good teacher. It never fails to amaze me after so many years the lessons it provides to those willing to take notice. Take driving in General Santos City, one can never get enough of the roads jammed with tricycles.

Today I learned not to give in to road rage. I was happily chugging along in my BMW (in my dreams) when the tricycle ahead of me suddenly stopped in the middle of the highway to pick-up a passenger. No signals or anything… just a complete stop. Fortunately, I was able to step on the brakes and swerve to the right.

Beware of tricycle drivers. Most of them have the philosophy of nobody will touch me because Im just a teeny weeny tricycle.

Beware of tricycle drivers. Most of them have the philosophy of "nobody will touch me because I'm just a teeny weeny tricycle".

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NOW, LOOK AT!!!

Someone from facebook reminded me of this funny outburst from an ROTC commandant.

GED DEM IT CADET!!!
I TOLD YOU NOT TO DO IT!
NOW YOU DID IT!
NOW, LOOK AT!!!

Which also reminds me of Putol… the war torn commandant that ruled the LB ROTC with an iron hand (wala ngang ‘s’ kasi putol nga eh ang kulit).

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