What can U do?

Summer Colors

Blue skies
Smiling at me
Nothing but blue skies
Do I see...
~ Lyle Lovett












Summers can be cruel. They can be scorching. They can be boring. They can cause misery sometimes.

But when you go out of your house
and see these colors of summer, any misery, any boredom evaporates.

Summer is the blue sky above.
Summer is the green grass under your bare feet.

I'm gonna live where the green grass grows

Watchin' my corn pop up in rows
~ Tim McGraw

Potatoes in blue and green.

A Potato Beauty Tip

Mexican singer-actress Thalia gives this tip:

When you are low on sleep, slice some potatoes and chill them. Put them on your eyes for about 15 minutes. Good bye puffiness!


Beauty, health and potatoes!

Eat Potato with Rice

Bangladesh Army chief, General Moin U. Ahmed is one with me when he advised his countrymen to start eating potato with their rice to combat food shortage.

Read the complete news here.


Potatoes to the rescue!

Two Scary Photos from the Daily Paper

Right you are.

Those are two condominium buildings right in the middle of the Philippine rainforests. These condos house the Korean staff of the Hanjin shipbuilding company in Subic Bay in Zambales. I wonder why those who are not "mere Filipinos" are given the privilege to misuse and abuse our resources, human and otherwise. Are we too hospitable?



How much does a kilo of rice cost now? P30? P32? The last time my mother asked me to buy rice from the nearby sari-sari store a kilo costs like, P19. Even if I am a potato, I like my meal with rice, boiled or fried.

Look at how happy these (perhaps) mother and son are after purchasing those little packs of rice at a reasonable price. They say there is rice shortage in the country. Why can't I digest the fact that there really is? Maybe, what we have is a truth shortage, an excess of greed, and a scheming government.


For a better nation, plant potatoes.

The Humbling of a Potato

she sheds her camouflage piece by piece,
relenting to the force of nature.
now she looks unlike the others in their shades

except for red sneering welts,
she is naked. she has nothing to hold
but a fraction of momentary awareness.

as if hexed by a charmer
she twists and grovels toward a clearing
where, against her will, she docks her fears again.

the fowls, how strong are their noses!
they smelled blood that's yet to trickle
while she ushers their welcomed hunger.

and the fowls claw at her body;
they pick at its red welts
while she relishes the agony they feed her

their dribbling slaver burn like acid
and leave bluish-purple lacerations.
what candy-like appeal to a fowl's eye!

she feels how each wound will nourish her
how each sharp piece will nurse her back
to the wings of halcyon.

when the fowls exit the clearing
she will be fresh and soft
for the sun to harden once more.

then her skin will be like the others' again ---
taut, and shiny, and motley-hued ---
invisible on the vivid earth.

then her head will bow to the ground
that has always possessed her.


Potatoes think weird.