Disturbing Realities...

It's not too often my stone-like heart is touch by something emotional.

While walking in a dark alley of Binondo, I saw these two kids digging in some garbage. Well, to make a long story short, I ran in the nearest bakery (which is Salazar) and 7-11 store. I then bought some bread, hot soup and some bottled water and gave them to these kids. 

Reason? Nothing... I just assume that these kids will be digging garbage the whole night and they must be hungry.

When the little girl smiled and said "Salamat po." It was priceless. 

Paraiso - A Vision on poverty

Paraiso
Return to a land called paraiso, A place where a dying river ends. No birds there fly over paraiso, No space allows them to endure. The smoke that screens the air, The grass that's never there.
And if i could see a single bird, what a joy. I try to write some words and create A simple song to be heard By the rest of the world.
I live in this land called paraiso, In a house made of cardboard floors and walls. I learned to be free in paraiso, Free to claim anything i see. Matching rags for my clothes, Plastic bags for the cold.
And if empty cans were all i have, what a joy. I never fight to take someone Else's coins and live with fear Like the rest of the boys.
Paraiso, help me make a stand. Paraiso, take me by the hand Paraiso, make the world understand That if i could see a single bird, what a joy. This tired and hungry land could expect Some truth and hope and respect From the rest of the world. [Paraiso - music and lyrics by Smoky Mountain]