graphs of my Universe
What do you dream
Of a city
Where you drive like a snail,
Work like a horse,
Sleep like a girrafe?
Wake up.
The dice is rolling,
A lucky number is falling,
You are winning.
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i wrongly booked a hotel — it was supposed to be in BCG yet i wrongly selected the one in the Roxas Boulevard; as a result i am now staying in a hotel with a casino and the room is really not for business people, it is for those busy partying — next time i should be more careful 😎
Jeepney
On the busy lanes
Tough and in style
Like a rascal
Chasing
Wild kites
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What about Manila that makes me feel home other than those dedicated working partners and turon (fried banana)?
Jeepney!
My childhood town used to have public transportation exactly like Philippines’ Jeepney; we called them PC (pronounce as “pay say” in English phonetics). They were everyone’s favourite for the space, air circulation and low price. Pak Sugeng was one PC owner cum driver who became all women’s sweetheart for his patience to wait for those women doing their errands in the central market and his helpfulness to lift all the shopped goods. What a good day it was!
Now Philippines is the blessed country with Jeepney. These ex wat vehicles during World War Ii are truly reliable and strong means of transportation for the people there. I took Jeepney once when having opportunity to visit Lapu-Lapu City in 2012. I think I paid for PHP50 for the ride!
Jeepney should be kept as a social heritage. It is unique, historical and supporting the life of those surrounding.
This vehicle is relevant for those with high resilience and survival spirit like Filipino and Indonesian!
Thank you, Manila and its surrounding for the friendship and lessons.
💝
silver Jeepney
green Jeepney
turquoise Jeepney
Quezon City’s traffic: look at the fragile egg tray that is paradoxical with the sturdy Jeepney
pink Jeepney! 😍
hey, light green Jeepney!
it was so stable and confident! it is Jeepney!
Blue is
Sky.
Blue is
Sea.
Blue is
You,
When smiling at me.
Blue is
Peaceful.
Blue is
Deep.
Blue is
Bruised by
You ignoring me.
Blue is
Seen.
Blue is
Felt.
Blue is
Angel you sent to me.
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peaceful sky that lullabies — i slept almost the whole flight
i thought of changing to 44A but decided to keep 47A…
…. only to find that my seat number is the number of gate we disembarked 🪶
i am superstitious 😂
rike jokanan 
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