Most developers, farmers and Philippine landowners have this constant maintenance concern in mind - weed trimming. These perennially growing nuisance as far as my experience can count, only has three uses that I know of - food for animals, compost and it keeps the soil from eroding. Yes we need them, but we want them to be neat and trimmed just a few centimeters above the ground.
Now, if you are on a tight budget, it's easy to be attracted to cheap China made brush-cutters that one can buy from these surplus shops which sell imported "pre-loved" or "pre-owned" tools.
As the saying goes, caveat emptor or "buyer beware". That good deal might come along with a box of Biogesic.
I have been cutting the grass in our farm for the better (or worse) part of 4 years. I've had two shoulder slung grass cutters. My first one is a Kawasaki-TH43, a true workhorse, but old and outdated nevertheless.
At that time, the Barangay keeps on borrowing it and I had to b…
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My frozen fingers have lost their touch. Yet the warm laptop continues to warm the lower part of my belly. There were times when my fingers danced to the tune of chaos or of jubilation. Now, they tread softly, with remorse, with prohibition and with a dreadful mindfulness.
These words are frozen in time. Lost in the sewage of cacophony. The blaring bass filled vibrations echoing in my head signals the wandering in the wilderness. I knew this time would come. The time when the words ceased flowing like the river of justice. Now, they're just a dam. Accumulating.
The truth about he, whose name must not be spoken is that he was merely a magnifying glass and a mirror. A mirror into the soul of the Filipino. He is rage personified. He is vengeance unleashed in a calculating manner. The Punisher. He will be what he will be. And the Filipinos soul will be exposed for what we all are.
No amount of dazzling coronation rendered meaningless by the stain of truth. As if somebody threw a bottl…