Erase The Code Crew

I went to the  town plaza to eat some balut, after the eat and run, and before I head back home I parked my motorcycle beside the Rizal monument. I saw these young teenagers practicing some sort of a hip hop dance–so I lit up my cigarette and watched them doing their moves. Later on, I grabbed the camera and started shooting. After a couple of shots one dance crew member approached me asking why did I took photos. I politely replied, “This for my personal blog Sir, a photo blog…” Then he smiled. I asked them what’s the name of their group, he replied, “Erase the …..” Unfortunately, due to the loud music on the background I didn’t hear the last word. So I assumed it’s “board”. I said, “Erase the board!?”…He answered, “No! Erase the Code…” 



Angels of Bread

A beautiful poetry by the modern day poet Martin Espada.

photo credit to NBC News

Angels of Bread

This is the year that squatters evict landlords,
gazing like admirals from the rail
of the roofdeck
or levitating hands in praise
of steam in the shower;
this is the year
that shawled refugees deport judges
who stare at the floor
and their swollen feet
as files are stamped
with their destination;
this is the year that police revolvers,
stove-hot, blister the fingers
of raging cops,
and nightsticks splinter
in their palms;
this is the year that darkskinned men
lynched a century ago
return to sip coffee quietly
with the apologizing descendants
of their executioners.

This is the year that those
who swim the border’s undertow
and shiver in boxcars
are greeted with trumpets and drums
at the first railroad crossing
on the other side;
this is the year that the hands
pulling tomatoes from the vine
uproot the deed to the earth that sprouts
the vine,
the hands canning tomatoes
are named in the will
that owns the bedlam of the cannery;
this is the year that the eyes stinging from the poison that purifies toilets
awaken at last to the sight
of a rooster-loud hillside,
pilgrimage of immigrant birth; this is the year that cockroaches
become extinct, that no doctor
finds a roach embedded
in the ear of an infant;
this is the year that the food stamps
of adolescent mothers
are auctioned like gold doubloons,
and no coin is given to buy machetes
for the next bouquet of severed heads
in coffee plantation country.

If the abolition of slave-manacles
began as a vision of hands without manacles,then this is the year;
if the shutdown of extermination camps
began as imagination of a land
without barbed wire or the crematorum,
then this is the year;
if every rebellion begins with the idea
that conquerors on horsebackare not many-legged gods, that they too drown
if plunged in the river,
then this is the year.

So may every humiliated mouth,
teeth like desecrated headstones,
fill with the angels of bread.

— Martín Espada


“The next time you see a spider web, please, pause and look a little closer. You’ll be seeing one of the most high-performance materials known to man.”

Cheryl Hayashi


Spider fighting or spider derby started a long time ago here in our country . It is not only popular here , but as mentioned Japan and Singapore are into spider derby too . In our Barangay , the common people set up a stage with a corresponding three knockdown rule . The spider that falls more is considered defeated . The betting style is like the betting style of a cockfight , they do have a referee that will manage the spider derby . He is also the incharge of receiving bets .

Mixed Emotions

“Only as high as I reach can I grow. Only as far as I seek can I go. Only as deep as I look can I see. Only as much as I dream can I be.”
-Karen Ravn 

“Sea-T of Venice”

Love is in the water, and it’s not always in the air.


Groupie, men these days.


Probably the cloud art formations had a place in my heart. So I decided to take it seriously now and be the best cloud hunter that will share the cloud formation. Cloud formations are very rare, and it will take patience and courage to take shots. Requirements? Make your eyes so keen because clouds changes in a matter of of seconds.


“The Parallel Universe of the Phoenix”

“Angry Clouds”

“Light  Torch”


My body aches when my heart started to break, and I guess this is too much to take.

 I tried to escape but my mind and my soul is telling me, “My life will be at stake.”

I’m on the state of sobriety, and I ended up asking myself, “I guess I own part of the worlds anxiety.” 

I tried to break the habit but I just can’t do it, I always miss the feeling of being high when my heart started to die.

Water from the eyes comes out with no reason, and then I realized that hatred was still trapped in my own prison.

I noticed a blood came out from my pen,  I saw her face, and then I decided to write the chapters again.



It’s funny to think that you don’t believed that we evolved from animals (it’s your right), here’s a series of photos that will simplify my explanation. If you can’t understand, I guess you have some serious problem about humanity. 

Keep your placebo faith.