navotas
Walking around with Barefoot
I saw this kid in the bridge that connects Navotas and Malabon, walking and holding a pack of Milk. this kid bought it in “Pamilihang Bayan ng Malabon”. what I’ve notice is that he’s walking with bare foot and reminds me of the people who spared their homes and properties during the time of Ondoy. Navotas was not hardly hit by Ondoy. Many thanks to Mayor Toby Tiangco who responsibly took care our town by continuously released the water in the river using the “Boombastik” Navotas Pumping Station.
this picture left me some question about the life here in our town. I know living here is so simple. we have no hospital or a big malls around the place. we don’t need to use a car to go to the market because market is just across the street and some sari sari store is everywhere. I remember when i was a kid my dad thought me the proper way of using the footwear. i often mismatch my pair of slippers and he got angry that lead me to be bashed.. hehehe my dad is really a strict father. He told me that if you go somewhere make sure to wear shoes, because thats the proper way of presenting yourself outside. wearing shoes became a social status. But now slippers is a fashion statement that you can even wear it even in some social events. thats why Havaianas became a number 1 footwear in the country.. everyone posses a pair of this rubber slippers if not for sure they got the Havanas one.. hehehe the fake version of Havaianas.
In the Typhoon Ondoy Relief operations one thing they give to the people is a pair of slippers. Navotas was never strucked by Ondoy that bad. but this kid doesn’t have one. is this really a social status that Navotas is a poor town that most of the residents miss to wear a pair of footwear. I hope Korina Sanchez who give slippers in her show “Rated K” will see this photo and burdened to give footwear for the people in this town.
Tangos United Methodist Church
Just to Commemorate the main sanctuary of our beloved church Tangos United Methodist Church before it was burned to ashes. yesterday this building was engulfed in huge flame. good thing that no one was harmed in the tragic event. I was born and raised in this church. and in my own little way i will help to rebuild the church. it’s just the church building that has gone but the true sanctuary of praise is the people of God.
Sunken Gasoline Station
in my last post i asked everyone if am i lucky.. well just a few minutes after i publish my last blog.. the answer just pops on the net. and its NO! i thought that will be a start for more purposely blogging. i don’t know if I’m just late to pass my url link to that community or it just stop from getting any comments.. well I’m talking too much about that community, in short it went for nothing.
While Im waiting to be back home with my sister from my Tita Cory’s wake the rain pours. you might ask me if I’m related to former president Cory Aquino, I’m not! it happened that they just have same name and coincidentally they’re both died recently. anyway, as what i said it rains, The thunder seemed to shake the earth and the lighting lit up the whole sky in an eerie way. Every rain drop felt like hammers in miniature. We waited till the frightening rain to subside.it’s still drizzling like a thousand athletes sweats falling when we leave the funeral. i open my huge umbrella and wait for the Jeepney to arrive, then the Jeepney came and ride on it. while on our way, the traffic getting slower and slower till we reach this junction. i noticed that this Gasoline station is soaking in flood. i took my Camera and shoot this scene very quick because this place is known for many burglary activities. I have this question in mind that bothered me. all i know is that the gas is located under the Gasoline station.. but this refilling station is soaked in water. does the gas that this station selling is 100% pure gas or it’s contain flood too?
Would you dare to refill your cars in this gasoline station?
Waiting for Dad by the Sea
An artist needs inspiration to create a masterpiece. they move according to what they feel and what they think. its also a continuous process to create a wonderful work of art. Just like what the movie “The flower Drum Song” of Richard Rodger and Oscar Hammerstein says,
Miracle of making music When an idle poet puts words on a page, Writes on a page with his brush, A musical friend writes the notes to blend Suggested by an idle thrush. Then a young soprano reads what they wrote, Learns every note, every word, Puts all they wrote in her lovely throat, And suddenly a song is heard!
Micronutrient malnutrition is one of the major health problems in Navotas particularly with reference to vitamin A, iron and iodine deficiencies. Based on the results of the 2003 National Nutrition Survey of the Food and Nutrition Research Institute (FNRI), the prevalence of Vitamin A Deficiency Disorder (VADD) and Iron Deficiency Anemia (IDA) among children and women of reproductive age continue to be high.
Anyway, This painting just stayed in my closet since then. never framed or hanged on the wall.
Last week, I’m so depressed that i think i need to go somewhere and take some fresh air. while waiting for the Bus in the Navotas Terminal, I’m taking pictures of the community, when a young lady who sells coffee and cigarettes approach me and asked me if I’m a Photographer i said “I’m not!”. She ask me if i could take them a photo and I’m delighted to do that. while taking this picture i remembered something. A thing that’s only in my mind. OH my.. my Painting came to life!!!
I talk to her since the bus is not yet arriving she’s very accommodating asked me to have a coffee first before i go. Her name is Liza and the child’s name is Nerriza. Liza told me some things about her daily life in the bus terminal. they used to sleep on the street and didn’t eat much. Liza shows me how miserable being like them. She told me that Nerizza was sick, she had Diarrhea. the poor kid is so thin. her skin is like the skin of an old man. Liza has no husband, he abandoned them. In short she’s a single mother making life for her innocent child by her own.
Then the Bus came. i sat on the 2nd row of the bus beside the window and wave at them. On my way, I just felt light.. though the story is so depressing i just realized that everyone came to the point that sometime we feel too stressful and no longer felt fighting, but when we look around and see whats going on around and talk to a stranger like Liza, you will see that your not the only person that has too much problem. you will learn that the only thing in life is how you look at it. we might have same problem but we have different way of phasing it..
Maybe the painting i made is an illustration of a person within me that wants to be released. a brave young lady still waiting for the father of her child. Me, waiting for life to begin, bravely and enthusiastic.
Healthy Living
It’s on my way to Binangonan when i saw a huge crowd near the bus station in Navotas. Here comes my “USISERO” (curious) instinct that lead me to witness this wonderful activity in my community. What’s funny is that this is new to me.Infact, this commotion used to be a regular commuity activity.
I normally come into this place to have some walk during the afternoon as a substitute to Gym-works, but i never heard any about this. Now that I’m familiar to this gathering of health conscious people of Navotas. I would definitely join them.
For your information this activity happened during 6:00 am to 8:00 am every saturday and sunday in the Navotas Centennial Park. the place is beside the Manila bay known as Road-10 before you reach the bridge when your coming from C4 road. If your going to bring a Car there’s available pay parking in the vicinity just beside the place.
Fisherman’s Club
This is a typical day for a Navoteño (Navotenio-people live in navotas) fisher mans after they went on fishing, excited to see their family and bring the bread home. It’s like a gentle mans club or a brotherhood of fisher mans. Look how they are all enthusiastic and see this job as profession. life maybe miserable but for these people, work hard is more important in living rather than make it easier (Old Filipino Men Principle of Mano-Mano, the tough it is the better the way community look at them). Maybe they’re not interested of the the Economic Recession, maybe they are not familiar with Con-ass, or maybe they don’t give a damn in the continuous progress of the technology. But this people have one goal, to live a good lives and serve us with the fish we used to have in our dishes.
Unnoticed Pretty Scene
One afternoon i decided to get a walk from C4 road going back to my crib. Its quite far but I think I should get some locomotion, in short I’m gaining too much weight now.. anyway, while on my way I noticed this particular place in the civic center where in nobody become aware that it’s pretty. i grab my cam and click it.. there you are my own way of presenting a pretty “estero” of Navotas.. what do you think?
Parking Space Under the Bridge
I was doing my daily afternoon jogging in Navotas Centennial Park when i saw this perspective that gave me the idea of shooting it. I just want to share this to you honestly when i saw this i remember West Side Story. the Scene where Bernardo and Riff died, it happened under the bridge though when i saw it on stage the set was too fancy more on lighting and silhouette. i remember that was the last time me and my ex lover saw each other after we broke up.. I’ll cut it off i don’t want to be too sentimental. Anyway, This is one of the scene in the Navotas Centennial park… the part of Navotas river connecting to the Manila Bay. it happened that fishermen dock their boat under the bridge. i just want to share this pretty scene in my home town.
On My Way Back Home
Monday is the first day of the week for schooling.. isn’t it nice to hear the two words “uwian na!!!“? you keep on looking outside the classroom, you look for your mom to fetch you… just like this picture i took on my way back home…
Play Ground… NOW!
Play Ground… NOW! When i was a kid im excited to come in this place every weekend… the place is full of green trees and plants… the air is clean and a lot of kid coming to play… but now this place turn into a smelly unpleasant place where in the dump trucks are now being parked… what happened to this place? is this how we are going to race our kid? contented with this kind of place? where is they’re dreams? ambition? will they be contented with this simple life? or will they want to get more out of it?