Saturday, May 31, 2008

the white cliffs of dover

There'll be bluebirds over
The white cliffs of Dover,
Tomorrow, just you wait and see.

I'll never forget the people I met
braving those angry sky's
I remember well as the shadows fell
the light of hope in thier eyes
and though I'm far away I still can hear them say
Sun's up for when the dawn comes up

There'll be bluebirds over
The white cliffs of Dover,
Tomorrow, just you wait and see.

There'll be love and laughter
And peace ever after.
Tomorrow, when the world is free

The shepherd will tend his sheep.
The valley will bloom again.
And Jimmy will go to sleep
In his own little room again.

There'll be bluebirds over
The white cliffs of Dover,
Tomorrow, just you wait and see.

*** lyrics by Vera Lynn


You know those stories about photographers going the extra mile and sometimes even risking their own lives just to get that one shot. I did just that last weekend. But only because of stupidity.

It was a good day. And although the weather forecasts said otherwise, it didn't rain. Ketty and Eric came down to visit me here in the garden of England (Kent) since it's a bank holiday weekend. And the three of us decided to go to the English coast last Saturday to view the famed white cliffs. The views were indeed spectacular! The cliffs were breathtaking. More so because it was so high, that when we were finally there, I was shit scared. Y'all know about my acrophobia, don't you? If not, well I have a serious one. And just by talking about heights, it makes me cringe.

And so we were on top of that friggin' hill. There were a number of trails which we all assumed will lead us to a much higher ground to get an even more spectacular view of the cliffs. I found one and being the self appointed leader of us three, I led the way. The trail is a small one (not more than 2 feet wide) and took us to a lot of twists and turns and ups and downs. There were times when we were so close to the edge of the hill that Ketty commented, how scary it was and that we should go back. I dismissed it and assured her that we were close to the top and that I couldn't see anymore drops. Or so I thought. Yeah, we were definitely near to the top but before we can get there, we had to climb a steep hill. It wasn't that high, maybe about 10 feet but it was so steep, you had to climb it like it was wall. Think of Ethan Hunt and the Grand Canyon, better yet, think of Spider Man. But that's not the worst part, it was so close to the edge of the cliff, one wrong step will definitely make you plunge to your death, at least 50 feet below. You'd think that those people who made those stupid trails would put up barriers for safety reasons but NO! They will let you die because you're an idiot for following their stupid path.

Anyway, when I saw the steep hill, I stopped and stood still. I grabbed the grass with my both hands and said to Ketty, "I don't think we can make it. Mc, I won't make it!" My knees began to wobble and fear covered my whole body. For a few moments a vision flashed before my eyes. A picture of three Pinoys holding on to the grass, shrubs and vines, dangling on the side of the cliff and with helicopters hovering above us. Rescuers yelling at us to hold on. It was a terrible and embarassing picture.

I took a deep breath. Asked the others that we need to go back. Slowly, we made our way back into flat ground. We did this without talking. It was Ketty who said something first. It was to scold me. I knew I should've listened to her. When we were finally on the safe ground, we started laughing about our misfortune.

I don't know who found a much safer trail to the spot where I took that picture. But despite the near death experience, it was definitely worth it.

Sunday, May 18, 2008

c"/ )

A new cell phone and the most beautiful girl in the world.

Kapag sinuswerte ka nga naman.

Tuesday, May 06, 2008

oh, danny boy, danny boy, danny boy

Katie is a colleague from work. She has a 3 year old cousin named Danny, who's a real smart aleck. Once they were in a restaurant when mother nature called and so the little boy asked his big cousin to go with him to the toilet.

Inside, after pulling his trousers down, he told Katie: "Will you hold it please because I just can't be bothered."

He's gonna grow up a lovely man, don't you think?

Saturday, May 03, 2008

getting a head

Today, I asked Ketty to give me a head. She refused with tremendous vehemence. So I bought myself one.

The missus, together with her two friends, travelled all the way from Leicester to Ashford to do some shopping. And since I'm only half an hour away from the outlet stores, she politely asked me to help them. Help, by the way, means carrying their huge and many shopping bags. What is it with women and shopping? Some girls are unreal. Take Jane (sorry Jane, good sport ka naman 'di ba? hehehe), for example, she purchased so many bags that I was joking her that she is just one bag less to buy the entire fall collection (all colors!). It was quite funny watching the three of them get excited whenever they see red posters with these bold letters written on it: CLEARANCE or SALE or 50% off- in the stores.

Anyway, the head is a pair of white trainers that I got from Clarks. On sale at £19.00 with an extra £5.00 off, it's a good bargain. I wasn't really planning on buying, but the energy from the girls must've rubbed on me so I decided to get them. Plus, carrying those big sacks of shopping wore me down. A little retail therapy was well deserved. Size 10. It fits to a T. Although, half an inch more would've been perfect, but unfortunately, that was the last size.

It's okay though, I can always buy thin socks next time.

Pepito giving my head a try.

Thursday, May 01, 2008


Another month has exploded upon us. Can you believe it's already May? Next month, we'll be half-way through the year and yet sometimes I still put 2007 when I fill the date in.

Just like every morning, a new month is another chance for us to seize the day. We always complain about how miserable our lives are that we don't notice the blessings and opportunities the universe gives us. No amount of moaning can get us out of loserville. Stop feeling sorry for yourself because if you don't act, it won't happen. Did you not hear them singing in Sister Act 2? "If you want to be somebody, if you want to go somewhere, you gotta wake up and pay attention."

But who am I to talk? I am the guy who wakes up every morning annoyed by the singing and wishing for lie in.

Somebody better kick my monkey ass off my stupid bed!