Showing posts with label zamboanga city. Show all posts
Showing posts with label zamboanga city. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Zac Efron + Penshoppe?

Yes. You read it right. Zac Efron and Penshoppe has come to a partnership that will definitely sweep the Asian fashion world.

According to this yahoo article, Zac has never endorsed anything in his career. So this ALL PINOY brand, will be a first. Awesome!

So how excited are we? VERY!

He will definitely rekindle the Philippine fashion scene and put us back on top amongst our asian cousins. With his sure blockbuster hit the Lucky One, ZAc will definitely propell the brand to greater heights.

So what about Penshoppe?

I personally don't wear a lot of Penshoppe. But i've always used Penshoppe bags, accessories and even cosmetics (i.e. their CLAY DOH is awesomenesss!!)

So keep tuned for more updates. :)

PS

More picutres!!!!


Old School Zac!













New ZAc!














Saturday, August 13, 2011

Kangitngit



*** Kangitngit is Bisaya for darkness, but in this complex dialect it takes on various definitions with such vivid applications as to imagery. This poem of mine which is  a silly attempt at literature seeks to showcase the power of the word and the intricacies of the Bisaya language.


Samtang ginasubay nako kining dalan
Dalan nga ngitngit, dalan nga bala-an
Akong ginapangandoy nga magkita na ta
Maskin lang man sa kangitngit atong kalag mag-abot na
Sa kangingit gikawat akong pahiyom
Sa ngalan sa sapi,sa diyot, sa ilimnon
Ug sa mabugnawong kilid ako gipasagdan
Kangitngit, kahadlok, akong nasudlan
Ug ikaw gahulat sa eskina sa may mangga
Para kanako, nga abi nimo muabot pa
Ug karon akong subayon kining dalana
Padulong kanimo, maskin dili man ta magkita
Dawata akong gugma, kasing-kasing og pagkatawo
Sa kangitngit man lang pasaylo-a ko intawon
Samtang akong pagasubayn kining dalana
Hinaot atong kasingksaing mag-abot na.

TRANSLATION:
As I follow this road,
This dark and holy road,
I yearn that we finally meet.
Even in this nothingness our souls would finally meet.
My smile was stolen in the darkness.
In the name of money, of having, of liquor.
And in that cold damp corner I was left to wait.
Death, fear was what I have entered.
And you wait there at the curb, by the mango tree,
For me, whom you thought was still coming.
And now, I follow this path
To you, even though we shall never meet.
Receive my love, my heart, my soul.
Even just in the end, forgive me please.
While I follow this path,
I hope that our hearts finally meet.

Saturday, May 28, 2011

Inkmeister's Wanderlust


Wanderlust
: From Zamboanga to Ipil, Ipil to Dipolog, Dipolog to Dumaguete, Dumaguete to Cebu


I love the road; the early morning scents of dewy leaves and blooming flowers that line the cement laden trails of our forefathers.


I love the how every town is different; the busy streets of colorful Vitali in the outskirts of Zamboanga to the quiet - almost solemn amour of ghostly Santander in Cebu Island.
I love the different faces that line the pavement; the bejeweled eyes of a little Muslim Girl framed under her beaded pink scarf, the effervescent smile of the Cebuano boy as he playfully waves his hand to us passing nomads.
I love the road in all it's colors and in all it's tones - the dreary, the alive, the green and the red...

Wanderlust is a phenomena that does neither good nor bad but is an important rite of passage for every 20 year-old, gearing up for the greatest wanderlust of his life - being an adult.


WHEN ARE YOU GONNA START SUBMITTING TO YOUR WANDERLUST?