Sen. Loren Legarda posted this morning an appeal to the politicians that they try using biodegradable campaign materials this election period. It’s a good call to action but here’s why I don’t believe it is 100% possible.
So can we achieve an eco-friendly election campaign period? Well, yes and no.
Yes. Politicians’ promises are recycled.
No. Most of our politicians are plastics.
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Mood: 2/10 Honks! (Watched Marcus acting out as me. He’s good. Funny kind of scary.)
It’s official. I’m spending the last day of my vacation at home. No alcohol with friends, no malling, no nothing. Sin tax, parenting duty, and the first tropical depression this 2013, Auring, all working against me. Siesta here I come. (Marcus is playing PC games…since morning.)
I’m now like worm in an Apple. I’m just starting to discover things about this stuff. For one, this thing called iCloud is like addictive drug — this explains why Apple users crave for more, why most Apple users remain loyal. ( As wifey calls it, this is my own ‘bano’, moment.)
Our ego is like cork to a wine bottle. As long as it is there, no one will taste its fine wine.
I just had an interesting exchange with someone:
Email message: I was about to ask you last Sunday na pumayat po kayo (you have lose weight)…Do you need prayers?
My reply: Yes, I need prayers…and burgers…
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I don’t know how my other friends and immediate family will think once they see me because other than losing weight I am starting to sport a longer hair with the goal to get that ponytail back (I will try if I can find a pic) which I had when I got married and maintained until around 2004. Let’s see this Christmas vacation once I am home and and which is also when I’ll know if I can fend off food that will be abundant this time of the year. Few more days, time’s fast.
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Mood: 2/10 Honks! (Dear God, Thanks for good health.)
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I think I shall never see
A sad poem about a parking lot made by Mr. Sy.
A parking lot whose chilly basement is pressed
Against Baguio’s once abundant pine tree crest.
A parking lot that looks at the mall all day;
And waits for cars of shoppers who pay.
A parking lot that covers people in Summer wear;
A nest of evicted bird species in its lair.
Upon its concrete levels Baguio’s cold has lain;
Insensitive of the dead forest’s pain.
Poems are made by fools like me
But only greedy men can uproot hundreds of pine tree.
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Credit: Poem derived from ‘Trees’ by Joyce Kilmer.
Photo derived from http://www.freephotosbank.com
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Mood: 1/10 Honks! (Monday and WE are home.)
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