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28 September 09
littlemiss:

pinoytumblr:

prettyprecocity:

TO OUR TUMBLR BUDS WHO ARE STATESIDE,
I’m sure a number of you have already heard about the horrendous effects of Tropical Storm Ketsana (Ondoy to us over here) on our country, the Philippines. Many homes and belongings have been completely lost or severely damaged, some areas are still submerged, the body count has reached 140 and there are still many missing people and undeclared deaths. Although thousands of Filipinos (especially the impoverished) have already been rescued and are currently being housed in various evacuation centers, they are in dire need of food, water, clothing, and other necessities. These people have lost everything they’ve worked for, and they need our help.
Some of you have already contacted me through email asking me how you can offer assistance from your side of the world. As of now, the simplest way to do it is by contacting the American Red Cross, the cornerstone of international Red Cross operations. They have been working closely with our branch of the Red Cross for the last few days. If you have the time and the means, please dial their hotline, 1-800-435-7669, and ask how you can make a contribution.
Please, please show your love, American Tumblr buds! What you spend on one meal can already go a long way here in the PH. We need this more than any amount of liking and reblogging right now.
Thank you!And thank you to those of you who have already expressed concern for us! :)
In trust,
the Philippine Tumbloggers

littlemiss:

pinoytumblr:

prettyprecocity:

TO OUR TUMBLR BUDS WHO ARE STATESIDE,

I’m sure a number of you have already heard about the horrendous effects of Tropical Storm Ketsana (Ondoy to us over here) on our country, the Philippines. Many homes and belongings have been completely lost or severely damaged, some areas are still submerged, the body count has reached 140 and there are still many missing people and undeclared deaths. Although thousands of Filipinos (especially the impoverished) have already been rescued and are currently being housed in various evacuation centers, they are in dire need of food, water, clothing, and other necessities. These people have lost everything they’ve worked for, and they need our help.

Some of you have already contacted me through email asking me how you can offer assistance from your side of the world. As of now, the simplest way to do it is by contacting the American Red Cross, the cornerstone of international Red Cross operations. They have been working closely with our branch of the Red Cross for the last few days. If you have the time and the means, please dial their hotline, 1-800-435-7669, and ask how you can make a contribution.

Please, please show your love, American Tumblr buds! What you spend on one meal can already go a long way here in the PH. We need this more than any amount of liking and reblogging right now.

Thank you!And thank you to those of you who have already expressed concern for us! :)

In trust,

the Philippine Tumbloggers

Reblogged: littlemiss

Posted: 8:24 PM

Reblogged: gossipgiirl

Posted: 8:06 PM

Philippines flood hero saves more than 30, dies

moondance:

littlemiss:

pinoytumblr:

By AFP on Monday, September 28, 2009

Muelmar Magallanes braved rampaging floods to save more than 30 people, but ended up sacrificing his life in a last trip to rescue a baby girl who was being swept away on a styrofoam box.

Family members and people who Magallenes saved hailed the 18-year-old construction worker on Monday a hero, as his body lay in a coffin at a makeshift evacuation centre near their destroyed Manila riverside village.

“I am going to be forever grateful to Muelmar. He gave his life for my baby. I will never forget his sacrifice,” said Menchie Penalosa, the mother of the six-month-old girl whom he carried to safety before being swept away himself.

Magallanes was at home on Saturday with his family when tropical storm Ketsana unleashed the heaviest rains in more than 40 years on the Philippine capital and surrounding areas.

At first the family, long used to heavy rains, paid little attention to the storm.

But Magallanes and his father quickly decided to evacuate the family once they realised the river 800 metres away had burst its banks.

With the help of an older brother, Magallanes tied a string around his waist and attached it one-by-one to his three younger siblings, whom he took to higher ground. Then he came back for his parents.

But Magallanes, a strong swimmer, decided to go back for neighbours trapped on rooftops.

He ended up making many trips, and eventually saved more than 30 people from drowning, witnesses and survivors said.

Tired and shivering, Magallanes was back on higher ground with his family when he heard Penalosa screaming as she and her baby were being swept away on the polystyrene box they were using in an attempt to cross the swift currents.

He dived back in after the mother and daughter, who were already a few metres away and bobbing precariously among the debris floating on the brown water.

“I didn’t know that the current was so strong. In an instant, I was under water. We were going to die,” said Penalosa, her eyes welling with tears and voice choking with emotion.

“Then this man came from nowhere and grabbed us. He took us to where the other neighbours were, and then he was gone,” Penalosa said.

Penalosa and other witnesses said an exhausted Magallanes was simply washed away amid the torrent of water.

Neighbours found his body on Sunday, along with 28 others who perished amid Manila’s epic flooding. The official death toll stands at 86 but that excludes those recovered in Magallanes’ village, called Bagong Silangan.

Standing next to his coffin, Magallanes’ parents paid tribute to their son.

“He always had a good heart,” said his father, Samuel.

“We had already been saved. But he decided to go back one last time for the girl.”

His mother, Maria Luz, wept as she described her son as incredibly brave.

“He saved so many people, but ended up not being able to save himself.”

Reblogged: moondance

22 September 09

Reblogged: theanimalblog

Posted: 9:03 PM
fuckyeahbabies:
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 instant reblog

fuckyeahbabies:

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 instant reblog

Reblogged: fuckyeahbabies

Posted: 7:55 PM
padayon:

eft:

shotgunserenade:fuckyeahtattoos:


“
Everyone with a tattoo has their bullshit reasons behind it; You always want to live by a religious philosophy you briefly learned about in your eastern cultures class, you want to honor that guy you spent a fateful spring break with, you want everyone to know you’re hard to touch, hence the barbed wire on your bicep.
While none of us want to admit it, most of the mental preparation done before getting a tattoo is figuring out what you’re going to say when people ask you what your ink symbolizes. You want to be deep. You want to be profound. You spend months crafting the beautiful soliloquy that will give insight to your masterful epidermal tapestry.
But most of us are dumb and only profound in the way that a Zach Braff movie is profound. Every tattoo explanation I’ve ever heard (including my own) comes off as a cover story for the real reason we get tattoos: they are awesome. You can philosophize all you want, but deep down we know that the reason we brave ridicule from our friends, lectures from our parents, and potential inker’s remorse is so we can look cool in a tank top.
But few people will admit this is the case. Most stand proudly by their tattoos and their vague, cryptic, undertones.
The trickiest part of this whole equation is that we’re all getting older, and that one day we’re going to have grandkids asking about the muddy purple spots on our forearms and lower backs.
Just take a second and imagine your own grandmother, just finishing setting the table for a delicious Thanksgiving feast, saying that she got Death tattooed on her shoulder blade because she always wants to remember that the Reaper’s on her back, man. Now imagine your grandfather, sporting Bermuda shorts and an oxygen tank, saying he got this piece done on his chest because Fall Out Boy is “fucking awesome.”
Hilarious right? Gaze into your future, American youth.
” — Johnny Highland


Perfect.

padayon:

eft:

shotgunserenade:fuckyeahtattoos:

Everyone with a tattoo has their bullshit reasons behind it; You always want to live by a religious philosophy you briefly learned about in your eastern cultures class, you want to honor that guy you spent a fateful spring break with, you want everyone to know you’re hard to touch, hence the barbed wire on your bicep.

While none of us want to admit it, most of the mental preparation done before getting a tattoo is figuring out what you’re going to say when people ask you what your ink symbolizes. You want to be deep. You want to be profound. You spend months crafting the beautiful soliloquy that will give insight to your masterful epidermal tapestry.

But most of us are dumb and only profound in the way that a Zach Braff movie is profound. Every tattoo explanation I’ve ever heard (including my own) comes off as a cover story for the real reason we get tattoos: they are awesome. You can philosophize all you want, but deep down we know that the reason we brave ridicule from our friends, lectures from our parents, and potential inker’s remorse is so we can look cool in a tank top.

But few people will admit this is the case. Most stand proudly by their tattoos and their vague, cryptic, undertones.

The trickiest part of this whole equation is that we’re all getting older, and that one day we’re going to have grandkids asking about the muddy purple spots on our forearms and lower backs.

Just take a second and imagine your own grandmother, just finishing setting the table for a delicious Thanksgiving feast, saying that she got Death tattooed on her shoulder blade because she always wants to remember that the Reaper’s on her back, man. Now imagine your grandfather, sporting Bermuda shorts and an oxygen tank, saying he got this piece done on his chest because Fall Out Boy is “fucking awesome.”

Hilarious right? Gaze into your future, American youth.

” — Johnny Highland

Perfect.

Reblogged: padayon

Posted: 12:43 AM

*Kat Agarrado (SinoSikat)

*Kat Agarrado (SinoSikat)

*BoysNightOut (drooling over sam :P)

*BoysNightOut (drooling over sam :P)

- dutdutan ‘09

21 September 09
skyesdad:

littlemissdorkette:
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 i remember the joy it brought me when i heard the first time i heard my son cry at the elivery room of the hospital..
This.
worth reblogging..

skyesdad:

littlemissdorkette:

(mynoisyheartcentainebabyaraheartwarmingthechosenwordspinkeezyladiamondforgettingthefuturefourthescape)

 i remember the joy it brought me when i heard the first time i heard my son cry at the elivery room of the hospital..

This.

worth reblogging..

Reblogged: skyesdadsupertiti33

Posted: 9:50 PM
missunshine:

chuicide:

thedoctorfeels:shuttrfingr:fuckyeahhousemd:


To easy your Emmys blues.


See you tomorrow!!!

Tomorrow? Is it the start of the new season already? I won’t be able to watch! Boooo.

missunshine:

chuicide:

thedoctorfeels:shuttrfingr:fuckyeahhousemd:

To easy your Emmys blues.

See you tomorrow!!!

Tomorrow? Is it the start of the new season already? I won’t be able to watch! Boooo.

Reblogged: missunshine

17 September 09

101 Ways To Tell If You're a Filipino

pinoytumblr:

sinsinflames:

yopaula:

  1. You point with your lips.
  2. You eat using hands and you have it down to a technique.
  3. Your other piece of luggage is a balikbayan box.
  4. You nod upwards to greet someone.
  5. You put your foot up on your chair and rest your elbow on your knee while eating.
  6. You think that half-hatched duck eggs are a delicacy.
  7. You have to kiss your relative on the cheek as soon as you enter the room.
  8. You’re standing next eight big boxes at the airport.
  9. You collect items from hotels or restaurants “for souvenir.”
  10. You smile for no reason.
  11. You flirt by having a foolish grin in your face while raising your eyebrows repeatedly.
  12. You go to a department store and try to bargain the prices.
  13. You use an umbrella for shade on hot summer days.
  14. You scratch your head when you don’t know the answer.
  15. You never eat the last morsel of food on the table.
  16. You like bowling.
  17. You know how to play pusoy and mah-jong.
  18. You find dried up morsels of rice stuck on your shirt.
  19. You prefer to sit in the shade instead of basking in the sun.
  20. You add an unwarranted “H” to your name, i.e. “Jhun,” Bhoy,” “Rhon.”
  21. You put hands together in front of you as if to make a path and say “excuse, excuse” when you pass in between people or in front of the TV.
  22. Your middle name is your mothers maiden name.
  23. You like everything imported or “state-side.”
  24. You check the labels on clothes to see where it was made before buying.
  25. You hang your clothes out to dry.
  26. You are perfectly comfortable in a squatting position with your elbows resting on your knees.
  27. You consistently arrive 30 minutes late for all events.
  28. You always offer food to all your visitors.
  29. You say “comfort room” instead of “bathroom.”
  30. You say “for take out” instead of “to go”
  31. You say “open” or “close” the light.
  32. You ask for a “pentel-pen” or a “ball-pen” instead of just “pen.”
  33. You asked for “Colgate” instead of “toothpaste.”
  34. You refer to the refrigerator as the “ref” or “pridyider.”
  35. You say “kodakan” instead of take a picture.
  36. You order a McDonald’s instead of “hamburger” (pronounced ham-boor-jer)
  37. You say “Ha” instead of “What.”
  38. You say “Hoy” get someone attention.
  39. You answer when someone yells “Hoy.”
  40. You turn around when someone says “Psst”
  41. You say “Cutex” instead of “nail polish.”
  42. You say “he” when you mean “she” and vice versa.
  43. You say “array” instead of “ouch.”
  44. Your sneeze sounds like “ahh-ching” instead of “ahh-choo.”
  45. You prefer to make acronyms for phrases such as “OA: for over acting or “TNT” for, well, you know.
  46. You say “air con” instead of “a/c” or air conditioner.
  47. You say “brown-out” instead of “black-out.”
  48. You use a “walis ting-ting” or “walis tambo” as opposed to a conventional broom.
  49. You use a “Weapons of Moroland” shield hanging in the living room wall.
  50. You have a portrait of “The Last Supper” hanging in your dining room.
  51. You own a karaoke system.
  52. You own a piano that no one ever plays.
  53. You have a tabo in the bathroom.
  54. Your house has too many burloloys.
  55. You have two to three pairs of tsinelas at your doorstep.
  56. Your house has an ornate wrought iron gate in front of it.
  57. You have a rose garden.
  58. You have a shrine of the “Santo Niño” in your living room.
  59. You have a “barrel man” (you pull up the barrel and you see something that looks familiar. Schwing…)
  60. You cover the living room furniture with bedsheets.
  61. Your lamp shades still have the plastic cover on them.
  62. You have plastic runners to cover the carpets in your house.
  63. You refer to your VCR as a “beytamax.”
  64. You have a rice dispenser.
  65. You own a turbo boiler.
  66. You own one of those fiber optic flower lamps.
  67. You own a lamp with oil that drips down the strings.
  68. You have a giant wooden fork and spoon hanging somewhere in the dining room.
  69. You have a giant wooden tinikling dancer on the wall.
  70. You have capiz shells chandeliers, lamps, or placemats.
  71. You have a Mercedes Benz and you call it “chedeng.”
  72. You own a huge van conversion.
  73. Your car chirps like a bird or plays a tune when it is in reverse.
  74. Your car horn can make 2 or 3 different sounds.
  75. Your car has curb feelers or curb detectors.
  76. Your car has too many “burloloys” like a Jeepneys back in P.I.
  77. You hang a rosary on your car’s rear view mirror.
  78. You have an air freshener in your car.
  79. You have aunts and uncles named “Baby,” “Girlie,” or “Boy.”
  80. You were raised to believe that every Filipino is a aunt, uncle or cousin.
  81. Your Dad was in the Navy.
  82. Your mom or sister or wife is a nurse.
  83. You have a family member or relative that works in the Post Office.
  84. Your parents call each other “Mommy” and “Daddy” or “ma” and “pa.”
  85. You have family member that has a nickname that repeats itself, i.e.”Deng-Deng,” Ling-Ling” or “Bing-Bing”
  86. You put hot dogs in your spaghetti.
  87. You consider dilis the Filipino equivalent to French fries.
  88. You think that eating chocolate rice pudding and dried fish is a great morning meal.
  89. You order thing like tapsilog, tocsilog, or longsilog at restaurants.
  90. You instinctively grab a toothpick after each meal.
  91. You order a “soft drink” instead of a “soda.”
  92. You dip bread in your morning coffee.
  93. You refer to seasonings and all other forms of monosodium glutamate as “Ajinomoto.”
  94. Your cupboards are full of Spam, Vienna Sausage, Ligo, and Corned Beef, which you refer to as Karne Norte.
  95. Goldilocks means more to you than just a character in a fairy tale.
  96. You appreciate a fresh pot of rice.
  97. You bring your “baon” most of the time to work.
  98. Your “baon” is usually something over rice.
  99. Your neighbors complain about the smell of tuyo on Sunday mornings.
  100. You eat rice for breakfast.
  101. You use your fingers to measure the water when cooking rice.

Reblogged: pinoytumblr

Themed by Hunson. Originally by Josh