The Unstatement

Saturday — February 18, 2012

The bottles that await @rcjornada upon his next visit

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Friday — February 17, 2012

Phys-Astro Tutorial Center - Physics and Math tutorial in Iloilo City.

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Warren Buffet Quotes

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Thursday — February 16, 2012

Outbreak Manila : Run for your Life!!

Now this is interesting. I might even consider running. Check out the mechanics at the official website.

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Title: Mabuti Pa Sila

Artist: Gary Granada

Album: Gary Granada

Mabuti Pa Sila
by: Gary Granada

Mabuti pa ang mga surot, laging mayrong masisiksikan
Mabuti pa ang bubble gum, laging mayrong didikitan
Mabuti pa ang salamin, laging mayrong tumitingin
Di tulad kong laging walang pumapansin

Mabuti pa ang mga lapis, sinusulatan ang papel
At mas mapalad ang kamatis, maya’t maya napipisil
Napakaswerte ng bayong, hawak ng aleng maganda
Di tulad kong lagi na lang nag-iisa

Ano ba’ng wala ako na mayron sila
Di man lang makaisa habang iba’y dala-dalwa
Pigilan n’yo akong magpatiwakal
Mabuti pa ang galunggong nasasabihan ng ‘mahal’

Kahit ang suka ay may toyo at ang asin may paminta
Mabuti pa ang lumang dyaryo at yakap-yakap ang isda
Mabuti pa sila, mabuti pa sila
Di tulad kong lagi na lang nag-iisa

Mabuti pa ang simpleng tissue at laging nahahalikan
Mabuti pa ang dating bisyo, umaasang babalikan
Mabuti pa sila, mabuti pa sila
Di tulad kong umuuwing nag-iisa

(Interlude)

Pigilan n’yo akong magpatiwakal
Bakit si Gabby Concepcion lagi na lang kinakasal

Mabuti pa ang mga isnatser, palaging may naghahabol
Ang aking luma na computer, mayron pa ring compatible
Mabuti pa sila, mabuti pa sila
Di tulad kong hanggang ngayon nag-iisa

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When financials turn red

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Wednesday — February 15, 2012

JPE birthday cake

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Tuesday — February 14, 2012

The Chess-Board

by Edward Robert Bulwer-Lytton

My little love, do you remember,
Ere we were grown so sadly wise,
Those evenings in the bleak December,
Curtained warm from the snowy weather,
When you and I played chess together.
Checkmated by each other’s eyes?

Ah! still I see your soft white hand
Hovering warm o’er Queen or Knight;
Brave Pawns in valient battle stand;
The double Castles guard the wings;
The Bishop, bent on distant things,
Moves, sliding, through the fight.

Our fingers touch; our glances meet,
And falter; falls your golden hair
Against my cheek; your bosom sweet
Is heaving. Down the field, your Queen
Rides slow, her soldiery all between,
And checks me unaware.

Ah me! the little battle’s done:
Dispersed is all its chivalry.
Full many a move, since then, have we
‘Mid Life’s perplexing chequers made,
And many a game with Fortune played;—
What is it we have won?
This, this at least,—if this alone:

That never, never, never more,
As in those old still nights of yore
(Ere we were grown so sadly wise),
Can you and I shut out the skies,
Shut out the world and wintry weather,
And, eyes exchanging warmth with eyes,
Play chess, as then we played together!

Credits: alinalami.com

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