BLAST 1: A Hero's Homecoming

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came an ear-splitting BANG! so towering,.. horrifying

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ensued by teeming clouds that ravages the City's skyline..

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just as thy temper is legendary,
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so its fatal fumes are...

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"AN OMEN"! cries frantic Doomsayers,

- not truthful though, as the optimist's creed: "when there's SMOKE",..

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"there's FIRE". Ruthless Fire that cavorts with the winds.- devouring 150 M$ plus of fortune in the wink of an Eye!.

...it all began in one freaking W-House that kept forbidden pyrotechnics smuggled through Arabian sea ports

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w/c caused to claim something more precious

than any of it's [WHouse] Master's Silver or Gold

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.... A VALUED LIFE OF OUR STRUGGLING VERY-OWN!

[His family's, the nation's hope they say..]

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...BLOWN, CHARRED, and body's TORN in the foreign soil of his dream.

One among the ill-fated two butchered in last Wednesday's tragic blast.

LET US OFFER OUR LAST RESPECT FOR THAT

"MODERN HERO" OUT-THERE,.. AS HE FINALLY GO HOME.

For more of the City's burning tales: read here.

PhotoCredits: Xpress4me.com

Ang Babae sa Eskaparate

Magandang araw mga Igan’. Narito ang isang makabagbag-damdaming ”Obra” ng inyong hopeless romantic na lingkod. Isang kwentong pag-ibig na kakaiba, dalisay at...higit sa lahat, hangal. :)

Dakong uwian sa pasilyong tungo ng sakayan
minsan pang nasilayan
natatangi mong kariktan
kakaibang karismang sa’yo lamang nasumpungan
mahikang nagbago sa gulapay kong mundo
at sumapi sa ispiritong nilugmok ng tuliro

Diwata kang nag-anyong Eba sa tigang na lupa
nagpala sa diwang hinilahod ng dusa
at kahit mula ka pa kung saang lupalop na Planeta
ikaw pa rin ang nais masilip,
makaulayaw sa twina

Malaporselana mong kutis at ngiting kaylagkit
matang malamlam, may taglay na pang-akit,
hay nako irog ko!,
pihikang pusong ito ganap mo ngang nakopo.

Sa lupit ng yong tindig at mala-Reyna mong porma
certified modelo kang may magneto pag rumampa
na kahit sinong Poncio-Piloto aawit ng ganito:
“ikaw ang Ms. Universe ng lintik na buhay ko”

Naalalala ko pa ng sayong balikat nilugay na
ginintuang hibla ng buhok mong korona,
kalas yaring buto, ngatog mga tuhod ko
nawalis maghapong pagod sa pagkayod-marino

Salamat minitmithi kong Binibini,
sa kapangyarihan ng ningning mong natatangi
sentimyento ko'y nawaksi panandali
kahangalan mang ituring
na buhayin, ilusyonin, at sambahin
ang tulad mong isang babaeng

…...MANIKIN.

The Faith-Healer Is In

A bit of Sweet for the Good o’l week!

Chocolate for Him

Once upon a Lenten time, my miracle cum Jai-Alai fanatic links in the Barrio would hold their horses for “Kuya JC Espiritu”.

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To my reckoning, this pious guy from the North, long before he shot to fame was just the Town’s anonymous passerby. Such a neat freak this Guy. A psychic much less a futurist. But NO. Kuya J’s wasn’t born w/ a black tail or a white wing nor w/ a 3rd eye embossed in the forehead - he's someone w/ paranormal charisma & bubbly persona hailing him there as would-be “Messiah” of the friendly neighborhood's sick, [and sic of the mind] - and oh, did I mentioned his brooding good-look sans his good appetite?

Weirdly enough, he would tell you that He’s not from this sinning Globe but in Celestial other world ( HEAVEN that is).

And Holy Potato! Man, was He!

After an irritating epileptic-attack in the presence of wide-eyed mob (sudden convulsion that caused him bruises and sweat), he gazed w/ oddness to each and everyone. I was kinda’ petrified as a young-malicious boy that I couldn’t peek-straight at his moistened form. The Oldies, they got the chutzpah to ask him this 1M $ Q:

Oldies : “who are you"?

Kuya J : “I AM STO. NINO,” (countered of a Tiny-voice to rumongers disbelief )

Oldies : "what do you want”?

Kuya J : CHOCOLATE, give me Chocolate”…

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My!, he was ..…HOLLOWED??!!!

Trouble is, Aling Baby’s bankrupt SariSari store downstairs could only offer Tira-Tira (brownish candy-stick of the 70’s). Kuya JC, err.. Sto. Nino, had no choice but to masticate the T-T aka “chocolate” whilst being meticulously grilled by nonsense Juries. Then the unholy seizure of his return – placid and brief this time. As I ogle further, the 'possessed' looked amazingly refreshed; Ah, sign of the real Mcoy whose voice is hoarse, who dislike sweet and one who rare to play sipa w/ us again.

The phenomenon caught like a wildfire and stream of new Gossipmongers rushed to our starless-mansion. Too bad, the transformation show is just over for their loud-mouths to critic, and the only leftover miracle these nosy parkers could enjoyed is: our fragile house' upper-level stood strong against their weights - and that they went home safe & most importantly, alive.

Healing session highlighted the well-attended evening. As for me, it was my skeletal ribs who both romance and endured his Moises’ baton that was massaged o’er my virgin flesh and bones. I was mashed ala dough. I am the Bread and he is my Baker. The purpose of w/c, he justified, is to expel the poltergeist in me which made me talk and walk while sleeping!

Perhaps, you toy w/ the idea that me and my tribesmen we’re bunch of Idiots,- But hey, I kid you not on this.

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Happy Easter! :)

* (ps: for that Mr. Suave pix, I thank Fr. Badong)

If I am (that) Rich

Txs God its Thursday! , my chore as a Corporate Slave in this Kingdom is over for the week. As I could blog and rest down now my dollar-making cross, allow the battered me to unwind a little, w/ this ..he he..)

IF I AM RICH

(I'll dare say) "back-off Richie (Rich) & Asiong (Aksaya), you Guys seemed frugal, "Watch at Don Aj's Rich-en-Pompous Pageantry" ...

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IF AM RICH

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I'll b having a bedroom hovering in the Galaxy

to look closely after the Lonely Planet

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fasten it-up so thy enigma be safeguarded for the next generation.

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Paris Hilton would be invited to drop her droning Holllywood career

- and JOIN the major league of my high-profile P.A.'s instead
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I'll ensure that my very-well paid helpers do their jobs well

- by providing my porcelain "throne" w/ ample supply of water

(top brand, of course!)

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and w/ a special wiper that protects my, (you know) from having rashes

OK. OK. In due respect of the greenbuck's sinking stage, I deem cost-cutting for a moment...& bring to your astonished senses this time what token I have in mind for Beloved/s

IF I AM RICH..

Party!, Partee!!, Parteee!! awaits my freaking toothless babies!.

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and to bring the house down, their equally affluent, trend-setter & "party-animal" friends will be summoned

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the family's Pet would paint the town red w/ them..

- & to prepare the retarded beast for a big day,

her monstrous teeth will be braced by DIAMONDS

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- that also shaped their champagne glass for toasts...

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As a gratitude for making my cherubic kiddoes in high-spirit,

I'd beg Grandad to lend me his WhiteHouse WHEEL !

so my celeb-chauffeur could pick-up those cute Martians in glam, and in style!
.... (that limo', - my bday reward to Lolo Jose for reaching 100th )

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while to dispatch-back those eerie-creatures, I'd ask my x-Kamikazee Pilot Granny to spare us her bionic WARPLANE for a day.. (yo! that's also a gift - for my mamita's 99th)

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IF AM RICH-

I'll buy Dad a BOAT IN THE NAVEL OF ATLANTIS

- w/c would perfectly complement his twin-addiction for Golf & Mermaid-fishing

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Meanwhile, I doubt if my shopping-holic Mama would still spend longer time outdoor, - If she learn that a RESTHOUSE ATOP the HILLS of BEVERY is in store for her

Would I set aside riches for my swimming-scared wife? (the 1st love of my moneyed-life) No Way!-w/ this TAILOR-MADE POOL watered by the world's elite perfumes, "No more Bathing-Nightmares Sweety"

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my introvert 2nd wife, (legal term for mistress) on the other corner, will soon be in cloud-nine too - as she'll grace the countyroad and the Guiness Book in this MARIKINA-MADE RACER

(what now Imelda?)

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and A Gold Car (pure gold, that is - sans the 1.5 M$ plate) would drive-thru the fatherly hands of Midas, My Big bro'..
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and last but not the least, -

IF I AM RICH...
my Small Sis's small dream comes to life.. - a Gold & Diamond combined LAPTOP (40GB,500RAM,Intel Pentium X - What now Bill Gates?)
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AHH,...ENOUGH OF HALLUCINATIONS, !
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Me, ..BACK to WORK!! :(