13/365: The Bike Doctor
He’s the man. From simple illnesses
to cosmetic surgeries and transplants.
The bike doctor does it all, in this Quiapo clinic.
12/365: Adios, Havaianas
When my slippers snapped,
I realized how little it takes to keep me satisfied:
My old purple notebook, my Ipod player, my semi-dysfunctional BB, my kindle fire, my bike,
and a pair of Havaianas slippers —
these are the constants of my days.
Sad to see you go…Adios, Havaianas
11/365: bike love
i don’t mind going home in the dark,
i don’t mind going home in the rain.
i’m getting the hang of this. bike commuting.
10/365: taking care of me
before pulling an all nighter, i feed myself.
no beer tonight, nor tomorrow. trade-off.
9/365: they’ve only just begun
and I bleed to think of the mountains
being flattened and sliced
like bread. sold, we’ve been sold.
sustainable mining is an oxymoron.
All creation will return to God through Jesus Christ, because through His cross, he opened the gate of heaven.
Lord Jesus of Nazareth, your cross proclaims the wonder of your love. Teach us to reflect on your suffering, death and ressurection, in order to have an unfailing faith in your goodness that has no end. You live and reign with the Father and the Holy Spirit forever and ever. Amen.
#prayer source: The Roman Catholic Archdiocese of Manila
( http://www.rcam.org/novena/blacknazarene.htm)
Viva Hesus Nazareno! ♥
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Happy Feast of the Black Nazarene, Yep. Deboto ako ng Nazareno.
♥ Make sure you always take the time to do what you enjoy most and feel good by doing. Maybe it will be just five minutes that day, but little time is better than no time at all. In order to do well what you have to do, you need also to do what you like to do ♥
8/365: our land, our life
at the end of the day, when all has been said and done
this is me, taking my stand.
its not going to be about contracts,
nor is it going to be about permits etc,
its going to be me, and my adherence to the ideals of social justice
7/365: weaving dreams
alone the hotel room, I watch the story of a T’boli weaver.
In dreams, the patterns are revealed to her by the spirits,
by morning, she begins to weave her dreams in colors
