The photos of a 21-year old Igorot carrying a basket of carrots, tagged as the “Carrot Man” went viral online as Netizens responded enthusiastically to the pictures of the handsome and industrious Igorot.
The photos were captured by Edwina T. Bandong and company while on their way to Sagada for a tour. She then posted the pictures on her Facebook page, where they generated more than 1,300 shares and thousands of likes within a short period of time.
The pictures were also shared by Positive Outlook Plus, where they gained more than almost 3,000 shares and still counting.
The “Carrot Man” has been found out later to be Jeyrick Sigmaton, who is discontinued his studies because he has to help earn a living. He is the eldest of 7 siblings and a residence of Ogo-og, Barlig, Mountain Province.
He is the son of Melvin and Ronalie Sigmaton.
The photos continue to make the rounds on social media sites as Netizens likened him to Korean star Choi Minho of the singing group SHINee and actor Jang Geun Sook; Filipino stars, Dennis Trillo, Hero Angeles, and Alden Richards (for his small dimples).
Watch the pictures below and decide for yourself.
Photo credits: Boardwalk's Alvin Bacudio, Carrot Man FB Fan Pages, Unang Hirit and Edwina Bandong.
Sunday, March 13, 2016
Korean Foods: Images of Korean Dishes
Korean culture is fast influencing the way in which Filipinos live their lives. On TV, Korean series are shown, while others devour Korean TV series like hungry viewers; they buy Korean CDs and DVDs.
I'm also an avid fan of Korean TV series/films.
In Angeles City, Pampanga, a Korean Village is already existing, complete with all the services they need.
At one time or another, Filipinos had tasted Korean cuisine. K-pop is also invading the airwaves and thousands of young people groove to the music of Psy, Jang Geung Suk, Rain, Lee Song Gi, CN Blue, Exo, Girls' Generation, Super Junior, and countless more talented artists.
For this post, the images will be Korean dishes. All pictures were captured by the lens of Nino Alviz, a Korean food patron. Thanks Sir.
I'm also an avid fan of Korean TV series/films.
In Angeles City, Pampanga, a Korean Village is already existing, complete with all the services they need.
At one time or another, Filipinos had tasted Korean cuisine. K-pop is also invading the airwaves and thousands of young people groove to the music of Psy, Jang Geung Suk, Rain, Lee Song Gi, CN Blue, Exo, Girls' Generation, Super Junior, and countless more talented artists.
For this post, the images will be Korean dishes. All pictures were captured by the lens of Nino Alviz, a Korean food patron. Thanks Sir.
For Laughs: A Story Created by an Online Story Generator
N.B. This story was created by an online story generator. Read and see of you can make head or tail of it. ENJOY!
Marlon Dixon was thinking about Lauren Hill again. Lauren was a stupid virgin with curvaceous arms and charming legs.
Marlon walked over to the window and reflected on his peaceful surroundings. He had always loved tranquil Maryhurst with its troubled, tense trees. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel passionate.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the stupid figure of Lauren Hill.
Marlon gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a jealous, bold, wine drinker with big arms and handsome legs. His friends saw him as an adorable, adventurous Angel. Once, he had even revived a dying, Priest.
But not even a jealous person who had once revived a dying, Priest, was prepared for what Lauren had in store today.
The sun shone like making love horses, making Marlon faithful. Marlon grabbed a peculiar book that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As Marlon stepped outside and Lauren came closer, he could see the wet glint in her eye.
Lauren gazed with the affection of 8520 proud dull dogs. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want love."
Marlon looked back, even more faithful and still fingering the peculiar book. "Lauren, do you love me too," he replied.
They looked at each other with dedicated feelings, like two colossal, curvy cats standing at a very deranged party, which had soul music playing in the background and two scheming uncles embracing to the beat.
Marlon regarded Lauren's curvaceous arms and charming legs. "I feel the same way!" revealed Marlon with a delighted grin.
Lauren looked worried, her emotions blushing like a robust, rare rock.
Then Lauren came inside for a nice glass of wine.
Marlon Dixon was thinking about Lauren Hill again. Lauren was a stupid virgin with curvaceous arms and charming legs.
Marlon walked over to the window and reflected on his peaceful surroundings. He had always loved tranquil Maryhurst with its troubled, tense trees. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel passionate.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the stupid figure of Lauren Hill.
Marlon gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a jealous, bold, wine drinker with big arms and handsome legs. His friends saw him as an adorable, adventurous Angel. Once, he had even revived a dying, Priest.
But not even a jealous person who had once revived a dying, Priest, was prepared for what Lauren had in store today.
The sun shone like making love horses, making Marlon faithful. Marlon grabbed a peculiar book that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As Marlon stepped outside and Lauren came closer, he could see the wet glint in her eye.
Lauren gazed with the affection of 8520 proud dull dogs. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want love."
Marlon looked back, even more faithful and still fingering the peculiar book. "Lauren, do you love me too," he replied.
They looked at each other with dedicated feelings, like two colossal, curvy cats standing at a very deranged party, which had soul music playing in the background and two scheming uncles embracing to the beat.
Marlon regarded Lauren's curvaceous arms and charming legs. "I feel the same way!" revealed Marlon with a delighted grin.
Lauren looked worried, her emotions blushing like a robust, rare rock.
Then Lauren came inside for a nice glass of wine.
Wednesday, December 9, 2015
Suicide: Thoughts of a Young Man; “You just want to get it over with and die”
By: LESTER TAGA CAPAS
There is no feeling quite like watching yourself slowly go crazy.
Clasping your chest and looking at your surroundings in fear, panting, heavy breathing, cold sweats, shivering, whimpering, mumbling and doing your best to keep your eyes open because you're afraid that if you close them they won't open again.
Whispering to yourself in a corner, trying hard to remember your fragile hopes, dreams and ambitions.
Reminding yourself of the things that make you happy but they slip away anyway. Hitting yourself in the head as hard as you can so you won't forget your name. Hearing the beat of your heart and knowing it's not happy.
Retreating to the edge of your bed hoping no one will hurt you. Looking for a safe place but not even feeling safe in what should be your home.
Clawing at the wall, praying, hoping someone will hear you. Running away without a place to go, wishing you were anywhere but there.
Walking but feeling like you're standing in place. The worst part is realizing no one can understand you, not even yourself and the people you thought would help you are leaving you at your enemy's hands.
Then one day you wake up from a bad dream only to realize that waking up was walking into a nightmare. Because there is no nightmare quite like being in hell but having no place to find respite.
Then you end up hating life and lose a taste for the pleasures of living. Then you realize you just want to get it over with and die.
So you try it, but then you realize it is not you who deserves to die, it is the demons that brought you to such a low state who need to be punished.
You survive, damaged but alive. Swearing never again to be oppressed by the same foul creatures.
Suicide is never the answer, for the things you find too grave to forgive; just let them go and live your life.
There is no feeling quite like watching yourself slowly go crazy.
Clasping your chest and looking at your surroundings in fear, panting, heavy breathing, cold sweats, shivering, whimpering, mumbling and doing your best to keep your eyes open because you're afraid that if you close them they won't open again.
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Whispering to yourself in a corner, trying hard to remember your fragile hopes, dreams and ambitions.
Reminding yourself of the things that make you happy but they slip away anyway. Hitting yourself in the head as hard as you can so you won't forget your name. Hearing the beat of your heart and knowing it's not happy.
Retreating to the edge of your bed hoping no one will hurt you. Looking for a safe place but not even feeling safe in what should be your home.
Clawing at the wall, praying, hoping someone will hear you. Running away without a place to go, wishing you were anywhere but there.
Walking but feeling like you're standing in place. The worst part is realizing no one can understand you, not even yourself and the people you thought would help you are leaving you at your enemy's hands.
Then one day you wake up from a bad dream only to realize that waking up was walking into a nightmare. Because there is no nightmare quite like being in hell but having no place to find respite.
Then you end up hating life and lose a taste for the pleasures of living. Then you realize you just want to get it over with and die.
So you try it, but then you realize it is not you who deserves to die, it is the demons that brought you to such a low state who need to be punished.
You survive, damaged but alive. Swearing never again to be oppressed by the same foul creatures.
Suicide is never the answer, for the things you find too grave to forgive; just let them go and live your life.
Monday, November 30, 2015
Quotable Quotes (Thoughts) on Life and Love
By: Lester Taga Capas
Of what use is your intelligence and logic if your
heart is not at peace? Before you seek any knowledge, find first your inner
peace. Otherwise, your search for knowledge and fulfilment will be troublesome
and barren. Leaving only room for disappointment and pain. Learn from the
mistakes of others, but don't be afraid to learn new things for yourself.
Life
as they say is short, but for one who lives it in peace, it is long enough to
satisfy the longing of the spirit.
It is a cruel form of self-torture to love someone
who would not care if you died tonight. Not only is it futile and masochistic
to keep holding on to someone who doesn't love you, it is insane. Your
misplaced sense of sympathy and affection will bring you only pain.
Worth it? Give yourself a good slap on the face and
tell yourself that it is worth it. The first person you should love is
yourself. Unless you love yourself you can never truly love anyone else. Not
everyone is worth it and instead of wasting time and love on the wrong person,
learn to give it to someone else.
Give yourself a chance to find someone more
deserving of your love because you only live once and wasting it on the wrong
person is the biggest mistake you will ever make
Monday, November 23, 2015
Thoughts and Quotes on Christianity and Life
By LESTER TAGA CAPAS
All because someone says Hallelujah and praise the
lord, it doesn't make them good people. The works of your hands are the witness
to whether or not you are truly good or bad. What use is it to the lord to be
praised by one who does the work of the devil?
To do good with a humble heart is to praise the lord
with a song louder than the booming sound of thunder. Do not be Christian only
by name and baptism. At your confirmation you swore to renounce the devil and
all his works... Make good on your word or you are fooling no one else but
yourself.
There is little room in heaven for a Laodicea
spirit. You are either Hot or you are cold, none in between.
The heart breaks only for so long. It's standing on
the broken pieces that hurt and keep you from moving on. Taking a step forward
with broken pieces on your heels is painful. But the more you move forward, the
less pain you take with you and the bigger chances you have of meeting someone
new to love.
There's nothing wrong with letting people know when
you've done good. However, if you are doing well for the sake of boasting, that
is a different story. Don't you think it makes you a haughty jackass to make
huge tarpaulins with a giant image of yourself? When in fact, you are wasting
the people's money on stupid projects with a ridiculously big budget and
kickback?
If you mark relief goods with your name and symbol
even if the goods were paid for by someone else, then you are one thick skinned idiot who is likely scheduled for a
date with the devil when you die ... Kindly read Matthew 6:1-10, doing good
requires humility....Even Jesus never boasted about his good deeds...in fact...
in many occasions he would even tell the people he helped not to tell anyone
about it...Doing good rightly is doing it with humility.
Wednesday, November 18, 2015
Poetry: Remembering Love
Remembering love that month of May,
when robins sang their merry way.
We danced and waltzed into the night.
In delightful pleasure, we took flight.
We vowed our love will last forever,
Amidst the rain, storm and thunder.
Our hugs were tight and unrelenting,
We wished the night was never-ending.
But, alas! You have to travel far away,
To foreign lands and work all day.
Your memories will hover like a dove,
Inside my head, remembering love.
when robins sang their merry way.
We danced and waltzed into the night.
In delightful pleasure, we took flight.
We vowed our love will last forever,
Amidst the rain, storm and thunder.
Our hugs were tight and unrelenting,
We wished the night was never-ending.
But, alas! You have to travel far away,
To foreign lands and work all day.
Your memories will hover like a dove,
Inside my head, remembering love.
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