Sunday, September 25, 2005

It Wasn't Me!

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This is Nicky's publicity photo in the souvenir program of the Finding Jesus musical. It was recently emailed to me, and I posted it because I thought it was a really quirky shot. Everyone in the cast had the usual smiling, cutsie and bright shot for the program. Not my Nicky. He just had to be different. 'Atta boy! :-)

Tuesday, September 20, 2005


Busy, busy, busy!

But I am not complaining! In fact, I more than welcome all the work that flows in and out of My Left Hand nowadays, despite the grueling schedules that we have to keep for us to meet our deadlines. Just this August and September, we have been blessed with wonderful work and great clients, and I give all the thanks and glory to God for keeping us busy and for blessing us with a talented team with whom we’ve had a chance to work with and who we will surely continue to enjoy the pleasure of working with in future My Left Hand projects.

So to make it all worthwhile, I am posting our recently accomplished work, which we are all very proud of, as my way also of thanking everyone who have put their time, thoughts, talents, and spirits into turning simple advertising projects into great works of art! (Plus of course, we haven’t updated our website yet, so this is the best I can do to showcase our recent portfolio of works, hehe.)

UPHS Billboard along South Super Hiway

Footloose Souvenir Program

Calayan Surgicenter Billboard along South Super Hiway and EDSA, Gualdalupe

National Statistics Office Online Service Print Ad

Thanks so much to the wonderful creative and production team from all these great work sprung forth – Allan Marasigan, Jennie Nuyda, Lita Lao, Emil Esguerra and Barbz Javier. I will continue to post more work later on ☺

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

If Tomorrow Never Comes

I received an email from my good friend Leah which forwarded a poem that kept alive the memory of all those who perished in 9/11. Reading the thoughts that went into the poem, I felt that we could all benefit from reading it as a reminder of what life really is -- fleeting, uncertain, temporary. Think about your life, the people who you've met -- acquantances, childhood friends, clients, suppliers, bosses, officemates, past and present relationships both good and bad -- and people you may meet still. We will never know when he, she or we will breathe our last breath. We take for granted a lot of things in our life thinking that there is always tomorrow to make up for it. Well, maybe there is no tomorrow. There even may not be a next hour or a next minute. Only God will tell us when time is up. And when He does, are we ready?


If I knew it would be the last time
That I'd see you fall asleep,
I would tuck you in more tightly
and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.

If I knew it would be the last time
that I see you walk out the door,
I would give you a hug and kiss
and call you back for one more.

If I knew it would be the last time
I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,
I would video tape each action and word,
so I could play them back day after day.

If I knew it would be the last time,
I could spare an extra minute
to stop and say "I love you,"
instead of assuming you would KNOW I do.

If I knew it would be the last time
I would be there to share your day,
Well I'm sure you'll have so many more,
so I can let just this one slip away.

For surely there's always tomorrow
to make up for an oversight,
and we always get a second chance
to make everything just right.

There will always be another day
to say "I love you,"
And certainly there's another chance
to say our "Anything I can do?"

But just in case I might be wrong,
and today is all I get,
I'd like to say how much I love you
and I hope we never forget.

Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,
young or old alike,
And today may be the last chance
you get to hold your loved one tight.

So if you're waiting for tomorrow,
why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes,
you'll surely regret the day,

That you didn't take that extra time
for a smile, a hug, or a kiss
and you were too busy to grant someone,
what turned out to be their one last wish.

So hold your loved ones close today,
and whisper in their ear,
Tell them how much you love them
and that you'll always hold them dear

Take time to say "I'm sorry,"
"Please forgive me," "Thank you," or "It's okay."
And if tomorrow never comes,
you'll have no regrets about today.


Friday, September 09, 2005

Little Shop of Horrors

I walked into the mall I frequented. I picked a shop to visit. I liked what I saw. I ran my fingers through the rack. I picked up an item. I inspected. I looked. I felt.

Then, it happened.

She walked right up to me. She watched me. She gave me a wide grin. Then she opened her mouth and the words rolled off her tongue and sent chills down my spine.

“Ma’am, pwede niyo siya i-fit.”

The hair on my nape began to rise. My pupils dilated. My heart palpitated.

I stared at her with horror and disgust. I thought about the tens of thousands of sales ladies who have walked up to me in the store and flung those very lines at me. ME -- a helpless victim of fashion who mistakenly wandered into that very store and fell right into her trap.

I bit my tongue. I had to prevent myself from letting her know the truth. The truth… The truth that I have always known -- na pwede talaga siya i-fit! That it never once crossed my mind that this privilege will ever, EVER actually be withheld from me by her or anyone!

Why??? Why do they say these things? Why will I want to buy something I could wear and not think that I can try it on to fit? Do people actually get shocked at the thought that this store is so one-of-a-kind that they not only sell the clothes, they will actually let you fit them first! WOWOWEE, you lucky duck!!! I swear. Every friggin’ time they ruin it for me and make my shopping hour a living hell.

And just as I thought it couldn’t get any worst, she went on…

“May malalaki pa po kaming sizes.” (eyebrows shoot up now)

“Bagay sa inyo ho yan kasi maputi kayo” (this referring to a brightly colored rice sack of a blouse with what seemed to be kalachuchis and dama de noches hanging on cheap threads across the neckline)

And, like I didn’t catch it the first time…

“Lahat po ito pwede niyong i-fit.”

I took a deep breath. My eyes swept the rest of the remaining beauties on hangers, turned around, and walked out the store.

Just as I thought my nightmares couldn’t get any worst, I walked into another store and examined the nice display of shoes on a shelf. I picked up a shoe. Then he walked right up to my side. I asked if that was the smallest size they had.

“No, ma’am. May ibang sizes pa po kami.”

So I asked for a size smaller. Once again, it happened.

“Ay ma’am, yan po ang smallest na po.”

The hair on my nape began to rise. My pupils dilated. My heart palpitated.

I gripped the shoe tightly and warned myself to not pound the heel on his head. No. No. NO!

Instead I gave the same look of disgust and horror I have well practiced by now, put the merchandise down and walked out the door.

I began to get light-headed. My head started to spin. What is happening? Why are they out to get me? I grabbed onto the escalator railing for balance. I panicked. I quickly lit my Marlboro Lights stick and took a deep drag on it. I walked out the mall. Ah…… the nightmare is over.

The story above is a true story and may or may not happen to you at any time in your life. But it happened to me. And continues to happen on a regular basis. Because I love shopping. Horrors and all. So beware. Shudder…