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Notes: 2 / 4 months ago
For the very first time, i witnessed and was part of an ORGANIZED line while exiting Taft MRT. It took only a few people in the beginning of the line to do it, and the rest followed ‘subliminally.’ No one talked, no one intentionally guided this. There’s hope for mankind.
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Notes: 1 / 9 months ago
The aftermath of Haiku made us sa “HAInaKU.” Oh well, don’t lose hope. We can do this! Kaya ‘yan ni Juan!
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Notes: 2 / 9 months ago
This text message is taken way out of context. Let’s give the Bible some respect.
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Notes: 30 / 9 months ago from steph-a-knee
Barbaric. Uneducated. Ginebra fan.
Jeepney driver. Construction worker. Ginebra fan.
Tambay sa kanto. Angas ng Tondo. Ginebra fan.
This is not about who’s right or wrong.
This is about telling someone it’s illegal to jump while doing jumping jacks yourself.
This is about you versus us.
If you can’t handle explicit stuff, stick with Neopets or something.
If you can’t handle bloody word wars, deactivate your social media accounts.
If you can’t handle haters hating on your favourite squad, well, haters gonna hate.
I logged on to Twitter this morning to find a good friend fuming about something that someone said about a certain something of some group of somebodies.
Something that would normally have gained anything but my attention.
Something that would only create havoc on a sunny Monday morning.
Something that I would be writing about in defence of the thousands of uneducated fanatics.
Manners.
Ay, teh. Wala talagang manners ang Ginebra fans.
Mga asal kalye ‘yan.
Naka-sando at tsinelas lang nga ang mga ‘yan kapag nanonood sa Araneta.
I’m not writing this as a sign of approval with regards to the manners of the Ginebra faithful, or lackthereof.
I’m not writing this to diss you. Promise. Cross my heart.
I’m writing this because it’s long overdue, at least for me.
Simply because the kettle has been calling the pot black since time immemorial.
And no, I’m not going to generalize shit here.
There will always be haters. Always.
Whether we’re talking about Justin Bieber or 1 Direction or what.
If I hate on something. That’s all me.
If you hate on something. That’s yours, all yours.
But please refrain from sarcastically asking where the manners of Ginebra fans are when there are fans from other teams who bad mouth us, too.
I do not condone people who wish ill things to other people.
That will forever be in my Taboo book.
But preaching about something you don’t do? That’s a taboo, too.
I won’t deny that there are, and will always be, Ginebra fans who over do some things.
Ginebra fans who, with misplaced anger, might bash your team.
Ginebra fans who, with misplaced pride, might talk shit like they know everything.
Ginebra fans who, with misplaced passion, might wish injuries and deaths of your favourite basketball players.
Here, I agree with you.
Where are the manners of these fans?
But, you know what?
I have an uncle who wished for a Caguioa injury every time he sees Mark playing on the court, Araneta or out-of-town.
He’s a die hard Purefoods fan.
I have called James Yap several colourful names while watching most of his games.
I’m a die hard Ginebra fan.
See that?
This “no manners” tag has always been attributed to Ginebra fanatics.
When matter of fact is, we are all the same.
Because we are fans.
We praise our favourite players to the highest heavens.
We condemn our hated players to the lowest pits of hell.
Right?
No? Well, okay.
See what I did there?
Ignore.
When you don’t like or disagree with what’s being said, you have two choices.
Fight back or ignore.
Fight back at your own risk. Or ignore it and be at peace.
Ginebra fans may be vicious and rabid, especially after a lost ball game.
Ginebra fans may tweet unintelligent messages that can also make me, a fellow Ginebra believer, cringe.
Ginebra fans may sometimes let the world see their uneducated side.
But I’m not perfect.
No one is.
That’s the hard truth you have to realise early on to keep you from beating yourself up in the future.
My uncle smokes three packs of fags a day.
My nephew is a gangster wannabe.
My cousin is gay.
Ginebra fans are family, and no family is perfect.
But family will always be family.
We protect ours, you protect yours.
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A friendly reminder from the placard hanging on our neighbour’s gate: Sariling bakod ko, linis ko.
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Notes: 66 / 10 months ago from steph-a-knee
A short message from a sports related Twitter account drained the life out of me.
Raymundo misses triple; B-MEG wins #ManilaClasico
B-MEG wins. B-MEG wins. B-MEG wins.
It’s been well over eighteen hours since that fateful tweet graced my timeline.
It’s been several months since I last watched a Ginebra game live.
It’s been about four years of championship drought.
Four long, grueling, heartbreaking, life altering years of thirst for a championship.
And when everything seems to be falling into their rightful places, it ended with a put back that came off of a missed bucket with a breath remaining in the game.
Last breath taken. Game is over. Time to move on.
But between the last breath that was taken and the time to move on, one little thing happened.
The moment that final buzzer went off, the moment that time clock expired, the moment that tweet was posted, hundreds of thousands of hearts were broken.
Scratch that.
Hundreds of thousands of hearts were ripped out, smeared with coarse sea salt, chewed by some caveman, spitted on the hand and played with like Play-Doh, then thrust back in to the rib cage.
Terrible. Painful. Excruciating.
It felt like your ass was Avada’d, then raised from the dead just to be crucio’d back into the grave again.
For a long time last night, I just sat and stared at the computer screen letting the grief consume me.
Die hard fans of Ginebra. Together in it, but alone.
Together wrapped in misery of the two point loss, but alone in dealing with the pain of being almost there and not making it.
Manong might be driving his jeepney with agony at the lost bet.
Ate might be washing the dishes with sadness at the PJ Simon put back.
Kanto boys might be drinking Ginebra with anguish at Kerby’s missed trey.
But do you want to hear something funny? We still come back.
After all the stomping that has happened to our weary hearts, we still come back.
We still fill the Big Dome up to its damn rafters even after all these years of desolation.
Why?
Because we are Ginebra fans.
The fans that other fans love to hate.
The fans that bemoan every missed call.
The fans that complain losses like we own the league.
But most importantly, we are the fans that even after several beatings, many losses, and countless heartbreaks, still stand by our team like we’ve been winning the hardware every single conference.
Si Manong driver. Si kuyang construction worker. Si ateng saleslady. Si Buboy. Si Sandra.
Every Ginebra fan might be feeling down and out, but pain is okay, lest important.
Because this pain will only make that next conference more exciting, that next game more thrilling, and not to mention, that next championship much sweeter.
So, just like last year, the other year, and the year before that, let’s wait for the comeback of our favourite Gin Kings.
Our favourite Gin Kings who, win or lose, always left every single thing they’ve got on the court.
Our favourite Gin Kings who, win or lose, will come back hungrier than they were last night.
Our favourite Gin Kings who, win or lose, has made us all proud.
So. Damn. Proud. Every. Fucking. Time.
The Gin Kings have played well, gave us that shimmering hope of another shot at glory, but everything has come to a screeching halt.
This tourney has all come to an end for Ginebra, for you and for me and the entire human race.
Pain is inevitable. Embrace it, revel in it.
But don’t let it swallow you whole, because just like every single day, it ends, and a new morning dawns upon each and every one of us.
I woke up to torrential rains and howling winds today.
Seems fitting with how things went last night.
No, I’m not feeling down and mellow.
I’ve let this rain wash away my sorrows while eating homemade chocolate and listening to Rachel Wong’s Invisible Strength, waiting on the promise of sunshine tomorrow.
Or next day. Or next week. Or on September 30.
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* I am a Ginebra fan. That is self-explanatory.
* Photo has PBA and AKTV all over it, do the math.
* This is for all Ginebra fans, not Talk N’ Text, not Petron, not B-MEG.
* This is for Ate Nessa.
* Finally, it’s time to move on.
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10 months ago
Meong and Ana’s Food GALORE. What’s your favorite?
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Notes: 4 / 1 year ago
The Real (and untold) Story of RMS Titanic, exactly a hundred years ago.
Exactly a 100 years ago (assuming you’ve read this within April 14 and 15), the most popular British passenger liner in history sank in the North Atlantic Ocean after colliding with an iceberg. The RMS Titanic, dubbed by its passengers as the “ship of dreams,” and the “unsinkable” by its unconsoling media, will forever be known as one of the most tragic events the world have ever seen.
My curiosity over the tragedy had grown through the years. And I won’t deny how the 1997 movie had its part (and negate the mushiness, I won’t deny that I did watch the 3d version, just today with a special someone). Through the years, stories of wreck discoveries (which first became successful with documentation in September 1985), big screen remakes (minus the Epic Fail Titanic 2) and net resources have consistently fed my melancholy over the 1,528 lives in that ship, a centennial ago. I was also quite blessed to see first-hand the only Titanic Exhibit during our visit in Singapore last year.
But of all of these, the one story that tops everything in my mind is the untold story of a Titanic survivor, who happened to be one of the six who were rescued after a life boat returned to the icy waters some few minutes after the ship sank (if Rose Dawson was not a fictional character, she should have been with this man). This story was about him getting saved, TWICE that evening. Though that wouldn’t be possible without citing Rev. John Harper, the real hero of the Titanic.
I opted to refer to this article from http://www.sonserver.com/archive/titanic.htm
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If you saw the movie “Titanic,” you know much of what took place 100 years ago tonight, when the ship that even God couldn’t sink, DID sink. Of the 1,528 people who ended up in the icy water, only six were rescued.
But did you know that one of those six was actually saved twice that night?
His story is an inspiring reminder that there’s more to life than mere survival.
To tell this man’s story, though, I have to first tell you about another man, a Scot named John Harper. Harper, a minister of the Gospel, boarded the Titanic with his six-year-old daughter, Nana. He planned to travel to the Moody Church in Chicago, where he’d been invited to preach for three months. When the ship struck the fateful iceberg and began to sink, Harper made sure his daughter was placed into one of the lifeboats. He then began what would be the last evangelistic work of his young life.
As the freezing waters began to fill the ship, Harper was heard shouting, “Let the women, children and the unsaved into the lifeboats.” Survivors reported that Harper took off his own life jacket and gave it to another man. “Don’t worry about me,” he reportedly said, “I’m not going down, I’m going up!”
When the ship began to sink, more than 1,500 passengers jumped or fell into the icy waters. As they gradually drowned or froze to death, Harper was seen swimming from one passenger to another, pleading with them to accept Christ.
Only six of the 1,500 people struggling in the water were later rescued, including a man who later identified himself as Harper’s last convert. This young man had climbed up on a piece of debris. Harper, who was struggling in the water near him, shouted out, “Are you saved?” “No,” the man replied. Harper then shouted the words from Scripture: “Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ and thou shalt be saved.” The man did not answer, and a moment later he drifted away on the waves.
A few minutes later, the current brought the two men back together. Again Harper asked, “Are you saved?” Once again, the answer was “no.” With his dying breath, Harper shouted, “Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ and thou shalt be saved.” He then slipped under the waves for the last time.
Then and there, the man he had witnessed to decided to turn his life over to Christ. Four years later, at a Titanic survivors meeting in Ontario, Canada, this man tearfully gave his testimony recounting how John Harper had led him to the Lord.
I don’t need to tell you that this dramatic story never made it into the movie. We live in a culture that seems to be more interested in fictional stories of romance, illicit sex, and priceless jewelry than in the real romance between God and His people.
When the subject of the Titanic comes up, tell your friends the story of the young Scottish minister who witnessed to Christ with his dying breath.
And make sure your kids know the story a well. John Harper reminds us of a great lesson, the secret of the ages: that there’s more to life than mere survival.———————————————————————————————
A hundred years ago, John Harper (not Jack Dawson) gave his life to be a witness to someone who should survive, and live life with the Grace of salvation. That, I believe, is best part Titanic could have taught (and should be teaching) history.
For more reference: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uIMpXn1Q54U
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1 year ago
One event, three newspapers, three different headlines. Subject’s PR, political+religious reality, being safe…take your pick.
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Notes: 1 / 1 year ago
On my way to SM North, I noticed this big ‘billboard’ of Coke’s centennial. Quite curious on what it was made of, I walked past the bridge and found out what composed the unit. Amazing! Wh says a bunch of nets and recycled materials would do good :D
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Notes: 7 / 1 year ago
I’m so sorry. I can’t help but give some Westerners some (un)fair fight. Need to respond. :D
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Notes: 1318 / 1 year ago from pinoytumblr
Two days after its launch, the Department of Tourism’s (DOT) new slogan is still creating a buzz online and dividing netizens into lovers and haters. We’ve been receiving a handful of submissions about the hot topic: external links, memes, opinion pieces, and even lyrics to a “jingle.” Instead of flooding your dashboards with all of them, we picked out a few:
BuzzFeed: 25 Things That Are More Fun In The Philippines (external)
ABS-CBN: Some Think #It’sMoreFuntoBash. I DISAGREE (external)
Iwriteasiwrite: It’s More Contrary in the Philippines
Dawndie: #ItsfuninthePhilippines campaign memes
Marocharim: A jingle set to Rebecca Black’s Friday
If you would like to share memes, we’ve opened photo reply. Also, we’d like to get your two cents on the new DOT slogan. Do you like or hate it?
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Notes: 3 / 1 year ago
It’s really more fun in the Philippines!
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