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The baby blogger
Sunday, March 27th, 2011It’s not every day that you get written about by a Mayette Tabada. So I’m posting it here. — insoy
I’M a fan of mall events, specially the unplanned ones.
Recently, while accompanying the husband and teenage son to check out gadgets, we turned a corner and almost bumped into celebrities.
My foot-dragging made me swerve in time and avoid a collision with Rei’s baby bump. Rei is the first of my former students I saw get married on Facebook.
That evening, Rei and Baby Bump (BB) were accompanied by The Baby Blogger. “Insoy,” I babbled. “I’m a fan of your baby blog.”
The bleary-eyed fellow eclipsed by Rei’s beatific smile and BB is known better to readers of news and the Sunday Light section of this paper as the editor, Lorenzo P. Niñal.
Nexus S 4G Accessories
Thursday, January 20th, 2011Nexus S 4G Accessories is the ultimate accessory store for the brand new Nexus S 4G for Sprint. If you are on sprint and you are looking for a phone that is powered by android and backed with a lot of accessories, You have come to the right place. Sprint has launched the Nexus S 4G with Nexus S 4G Accessories for accessories.
OK Ka Lily
Sunday, October 17th, 2010A man pays tribute to the ukulele of his childhood, a gift from his father, which he named after the girl he fancied next door. Check this song out, part of the band’s long overdue third album. Ignore Uncle Paul in the picture. He’s just there for the mandatory support. The link below
http://lunaalapaapatulan.tumblr.com/post/1335139532/paul-mccartney-the-ukelele-is-a-noble-little
‘Am I right or am I right’
Tuesday, August 17th, 2010
(I gave a talk last Sunday (Aug. 15) in San Carlos Seminary College as part of the Special Lecture Series on Literature in celebration of Year of Madrid, on the occasion of the 70th birthday of Renato E. Madrid. Excerpts are published here in three parts–LPN)
This whole idea of paying tribute to an artist who is still very much alive may actually be a joke in itself, an exercise in black humor only priests and seminarians are capable of doing.
Outside, we don’t honor the living. We honor the dead. We extol the virtues of great men and women who are no longer around to enjoy the attention. Paying tribute to somebody who still has plenty of air to breathe is sending the message that we cannot wait to see him go. And that person will have his revenge: he will outlive us all.
Frustrated public school teacher
Thursday, March 12th, 2009Ad
Saturday, December 13th, 2008Books for Colonia
Wednesday, December 10th, 2008Smiley in the sky
Monday, December 8th, 2008
WHICH takes more effort, smiling or frowning? Experts say it takes more muscles to smile than it does to frown. In that case, I’m suffering from facial muscle fatigue since I’m what you may call a frown person.
Admit it, you’re a frown person too. You know there’s more reason around you to frown than smile. You only smile because that’s what your kindergarten teacher taught you to win friends or to get along in life.
What I got for P300
Monday, November 17th, 2008
I go for anything that’s cheap. For example, why would I spend P700 for that brand new shirt with the crocodile logo when there’s an ukay-ukay shirt at P100 and with a print that says “Sex is Overrated”? It’s hip, it’s practical, it’s cool. And more than just simply a statement, it’s pro-micro economy. It’s the ginabot-crazy people like us who sustain the livelihood of pungko-pungko vendors.
Of course, what we save in cash we more than pay for in non-monetary ways, like by allowing ourselves various forms of inconvenience otherwise not experienced by mall goers. The P600 that I saved from buying an ukay-ukay shirt is what I get in exchange for almost dying of suffocation inside the ukay-ukay store. For my P600 savings, I have to live with the thought that the shirt’s previous owner could have smelt like dumpsite in the armpit region.
And forget about food hygiene in a pungko-pungko corner. Surviving the experience is easy: if a thing is lying still, it’s lumpia; if it moves, it’s a cockroach.





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