Morning Coffee

I was thinking of what I will buy later for my Naruto-obsessed office mate who helped installed the new OS(Windows 7) and programs in our fast-like-lightning-speed computer. Maybe a lunch pack but I decided to buy him a Starbucks drink instead. Speaking of Starbucks, I'm not really a fan of coffee. Maybe it does help to keep you awake specially for night crawlers like me, but it doesn't really give me the excitement of craving. Number 1: Buying a Starbucks drink will make my wallet skinny; Number 2: I'm a bit lactose-intolerant; and Number 3: I just don't like coffee too much.

Last Christmas, I bought my dad a gift, a Starbucks Red Thermo Mug. A few times this year, I saw in our washed dishes a Starbucks empty grande cup lined with the glasses. Turns out my dad re-uses the cup for stirring his coffee and takes it out with him when he goes for a trip. So there, I decided to buy him his own thermo mug so he won't have to recycle again. Recycling is good but I want to him to have his own so he can use it while out on a trip. I just hope he won't lose it.

Time Machine

I was browsing through my news feed in Facebook when I came across a friend's tagged pictures. I couldn't help myself from opening the album. I was struck and awed viewing the photos, wondering how the people back in that time lived their lives. I even called my mom and let her look at the photos asking her age during that time. She was probably 10 years old. I never imagined how Manila looked until those photos revealed the time when corruption was uncertain, poverty was absent, and just rules. Well, that's what I thought of. Thinking about the present makes me want to travel back in this time where the air is crisp and the sky is clear from smog. If this is Manila now, then imagined how life would be easy for us bright city kids to live a life. Perhaps, the extent of damage the typhoons has bestowed upon the streets of Manila wouldn't be as bad as what had happened a few months back. Government Officials should take some concrete actions in making this lovely city a clean and safe place to live in. But how can they even start if the food they lay upon their tables are shadows of their own people's wealth and sweat? Philippines, in general, can't rise above the rest if the guilty builds their home over the graves of the just and innocent. Now, let me share these photos. Credits to the person who posted this, though I can't remember her name. My friends, presenting Manila back in the 1960's.

Jones Bridge in Binondo

Part of Luneta Park, Manila City Hall---This photo reminds me of Washington, DC

Pasig River Jones Bridge---Yachts used to dock. Can you see a
single trash floating on the waters of Pasig River?

Roxas Boulevard---The Bay before CCP and the rest of the buildings now stand.
Massive Land buried the blue waters of Manila Bay.

Quiapo Church in Manila---Look at the yellow bus! So pretty...

I love the billboards. It's so 1960's.

These vintage cars look cool. The people on the sidewalks looked so prim and proper

with their attire. No trashes lying on the streets of Manila.

Luneta Park. Ladies in skirts and Gents in pants.

The Big Dome in Araneta Center, Cubao. Alone and Massive.

Ayala Avenue. This doesn't look like in the Philippines--Almost 50 years ago!

Pretty Ladies in 60's attire. Hair in buns, Gents in white polos. No by standers,
no signs of thieves and snatchers, and again, no pile of trash.