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Minute Maid Pulpy’s Improv Your Day With The Kikay Barkada

Posted by chicogarcia on October 30, 2012
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We did this for quite some time on The Morning Rush, which usually involved policemen and panties, and so it was a treat to finally film some sessions so you guys can actually see the panic on our faces whenever we do this improv. It was quite fun, and we did a number of topics, and they chose this one to post. I love how it looks, parang movie lang ang peg.

Check out and LIKE Minute Maid’s Facebook page http://www.facebook.com/MinuteMaid and check out all the other stuff they’ve got there! Hope we get to do more of these in the future!

The OFW Project

Posted by chicogarcia on December 3, 2011
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Wow I planned to do some live blogging as we go through our activities, but we’re pretty much fully-packed, so I guess I’ll properly post it when I get back to Manila. It’s finally sunny after days of rain here in Singapore, so hopefully it stays that way.

Okay, so many of you sent me this link yesterday. I had lumps in my throat as I watched it. I’ve been in Singapore ONE day and I was already feeling like an OFW. I can’t even begin to imagine what real OFWs and their families go through.

Move, Eat, Learn

Posted by chicogarcia on August 10, 2011
Posted in: Advertising, Food, Travel, YouTube. 11 Comments

MOVE

EAT

LEARN

These are just ads I guess, but they really move me. There’s nothing as spiritually enriching for me as traveling. I don’t need to go to any church or religious edifice, but seeing the world and the infinite wonders that it reveals, gets me waxing philosophical each time. I want to move, as far as my legs (or at least a plane) could take me and see what I never even suspected existed. I want to eat, and as they say, what we eat becomes a part of us, so every place you eat from somehow becomes a part of you. And I want to learn, to not just pass by each place, but to take a little piece with me, and at the same time, leave something of myself behind. The more I see of the world and of how large it is, the smaller I feel, yet at the same time the wider my understanding becomes. For me, traveling is not so much an escape, but more of a coming home. A coming home to the rest of the world.