small lagoon, el nido palawan

i left my heart in el nido palawan. the sceneries blew me away. i will be back...

i promise.

remembering...happy new year!

i miss blogging. i got tied up with business and my dresses that i forgot to look around, take pictures like before...

i miss this place.

wander if tinay still writes and bay dan still scribbles in his notepad.

i wander if kai still talks about skinny jeans and her chucks...

naa pa mo?!! i miss u guys!

2010...

I have fallen in love
With the same woman three times
In a day spanning nineteen years
Of tearful joys and joyful tears

I loved her first when she was young
Enchanting and vibrant, eternally new
She was brilliant, fragrant
And cool as the morning dew
I fell in love with her the second time

When first she bore her child and mine
She’s always by my side
The source of my strength
Helping to turn the tide

But there were candles to burn
The world was my concern
While our home was her domain
And the people were mine
While the children were hers to maintain
So it was in those eighteen years and a day
Till I was detained, forced in prison to stay
Suddenly she’s our sole support
Source of comfort, our wellspring of hope
On her shoulders fell the burden of life

I fell in love again with the same woman the third time
Looming from the battle her courage will never fade
Amidst the hardships she has remained
Undaunted and unafraid
She is calm and composed
She is God’s lovely maid


title: i have fallen inlove with the same woman three times
artist: jose mari chan

i so love this song, even then when my dad played this over and over again at home when i was still very young and jose mari chan's songs hit like a wave at the charts..
but when i learned (just recently) that this poem was made by Ninoy Aquino for his wife President Cory Cojuangco Aquino when he was in prison during marcos' dictatorship, it made me love this song more, and it made me admire former president Cory and appreciate her more not just as the icon of democracy who fought for our freedom, but as a loving and supportive wife, a graceful good mother and a strong, courageous woman . thank you Tita Cory and goodbye. you deserved all the respect and love that you have recieved. you will always remain in our hearts...


you made us proud to be Filipinos. "L"

Cory Aquino, 1933-2009

kapunkap!

i had a good time in bangkok, thailand. kapunkap my dy! or thank you! and oh yeah! we watched transformers on i.max in bangkok! lingaw kayo! wa ko kasabot sa ilang national anthem last full show. hehehe


i'm almost there...

paglambo... padayon

i just won 2nd place on the on-spot photo competition last 50th Araw ng Lanao Celebration (july 1-4, 2009). I dont have any slr camera, so i just borrowed chen's digi cam, and w/ a few enhancements, i got a 5thou price for this. woohoo! of course i had to spend 900 pesos for the 12x18 size print and 1,300 for the frame, but it was all worth it... :)


i'm almost there...

" Life is a daring adventure or nothing..."



-keller


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tagaytay

to sharon and robert. thanxie!


photo by: polky


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the white enemy

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goodbye to iris and balloons.
goodbye.
goodbye...



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"november"

paying a visit at the yellow corner.
all souls day 08 - the cemetery.

(cellphone) macro shot.


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Aloha

took this shot when we had our feeding at the coastal area of Aloha Tubod, LDN.




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sem break

pink flowers
scooping feet
drifting fish boats
afternoon umbrella
wait....
I'll charge my camera's battery

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nookie

there she is... consuming half of my space... and I always end up curling at the edge of MY bed... grrrrrr.....




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the day i thought he died,
was the day his heart was
born again...
and mine...
me...
quietly bleeding...
subtly breaking...
paralyzed...
gasping...
slowly losing it's breath...
and
totally free.

labels: articles of love during war.
suwat ni pamc
photo: curlytops


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I dont know if I should rain my gratitude to the low lying traitors ****for having my body lose 6 pounds in just 2 and a half weeks without doing any rituals. it just shed off just like that. thanks to trauma and stress they have caused all the people in Lanao del Norte... at least they did something errrr... ok to people like me who definitely envy skinny girls with thin arms on tv. BRAVO! for at least a job well done!


woohoo!




a 5 million reward for your head is not enough for all the atrocities.


Rest in Peace...


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reposting my dog's photograph gazing at the car window one rainy day when we took him to his veterinarian for an emergency check up 2 yrs ago...
he died a week after this shot.


labels: remembering oreo


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ironies

1. gud guys go crazy over easy girls.

2. gud girls are taken by ungrateful guys.

3. the most loyal are those being cheated on.

4. cheaters are beg by gud ones to stay.

5. the most worthy of good relationships are the ones that aren't taken seriously.

6. those greatly hurt by their greatest luv end up being players.

7. opportunities come when u least expect it.

8. wen ur ready and wanting sum1, chance never presents itself.

9. the bf and gf materials are d ones left single.

10. u cant stop urself from loving sum1 u shouldnt but cant force urself 2 luv sm1 ur better off with.

11. those hu give the best advices r the ones outside the relationship.

12. and those in a relationship can give great advices 2 oders, but cant seem to handle their own...

;p

labels: teks

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long walks home
sea shells at the sea wall
dogs day out
motor scooter
texts
tennis volley
love sets


cross courts...




labels: 365 days

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"missionaries are a bore...
why don't we get wet and do it on the lavatory,
or thrust me on the wall, by the window instead... "

posting one of bai dan's imaginations into art


labels: moments in a window

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payed dyes pesos (ten pesos) per game
chasing two balls and giving it back to the players for at least 15 minutes
scolded sometimes for slow pace
asked to buy ice waters after the game at the nearby tindahan
demanded
taken for granted

what would you do if ball boys were on strike
or had their breaks to frolic at the sea wall with the other kids their age
and you are playing tennis with no one
chasing the balls and returning it for you?


miserable.


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enakei fad

I spend hours just looking at enakei drawings and downloading them. I love the water color/airbrush media. it's cute, love the fashion, love the pink colors, love the skinny look and love the drama!

www.enakei.com

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MILF attacks - the worse days of my probinsyana life

i was awaken by several text messages at around 5am in the morning yesterday (Aug 18, 2008, monday). the message tone beeped non-stop so I knew there's something wrong going on, I knew the unusual text messages at that hour could be an emergency. so I got up quickly to get my cellphone, it was my boyfriend, he repeatedly sent a message to wake me up (he has no load to call me but was using unlimited texting), but I never expected it to be horrifying. the text message was "beh, ga boto2x na dri gisulong nami sa mga m.i.! (beh, there are loud gunshots everywhere, the milf are coming!)" anxiety immediately dawned on me-- I feared something bad might happen to him, I feared the milf might be in our town any time from now (my bf's town - kolambugan is just a 15-minute ride from here), I feared for the lives of my love ones, worse I fear death.


I called my bf to check the situation and when he answered his voice was shaking and he was running for his life and I heard several gunshots of armalites in the background. I was shaking. I woke my parents to alarm them about the situation (last saturday and sunday, there were reports that milf might attack some of the municiplities of lanao del norte, militaries were deployed in marawi and iligan but oversee kolambugan and other towns next to it) so mom called my cousins... dad got up to listen to the news in the radio -kolambugan was attacked by milf troops and were burning several houses and school buildings. they killed civilians and militiamen. they ransacked stores and pawnshops. I was slowly processing what was happening I never thought this could happen to me.


I packed my things in one backpack just incase the rebels would invade our place. we wouldn't panic like this if our house isn't located at the highway... sentro- the business district. if ever the milf will attack this place we will be one of the many hostages like those captivated in kolambugan. (we resided just right above our 2-storey 1940's house. the ground floor as our tindahan. a typical chinese store like those in colon or divisoria.) It was kind of a relief for me that my bf always texted and updated me of the situation. there were times he was unable to text me, there were moments he would text me that they (the civilians who went to the coastal area) were hunted by the troops. he told me he saw them, some of the members are still very young (15-17), some of them are girls. He told me they killed civilians and he saw dead bodies at the highway later that day. we were exchanging messages most of the time so that we will know what's the situation and so that I won't worry about him and his safety. I kept on praying.


at around 8:30 am, we received a text messages that MILF will attack Tubod (adjacent to our town-baroy). news scattered like wild fire. some of my friends and relatives evacuated to ozamis city by land and by boat. we planned to evacuate to ozamis, but we heard news the barge was stopped and land trip is very risky from ambush, so we decided to stay at my aunt's house just a few meters away from the hot spot. towns became ghost towns before lunch time. we stayed there overnight, my dad and my uncle were left at our house because they wanted to, it's hard to leave it empty.


people were exchanging infos, my bf stayed in kolambugan in spite of rescue operations and evacuation plans. I was really stressed out that day. my eyes were already very heavy but I couldn't sleep, the people of tubod were already getting ready. civilians who have their own guns were at the streets for defense. several brgys in tubod at the mountain area were attacked that night. intelligence reports, news were driving us crazy and I was so worried about my dad, my uncle and the dogs being left at our house. I didn't noticed I was already fast asleep, when I woke up, it was already 4:30 am, my heart pounded, it was a dreadful hour, I was expecting war and gunshots, I slept. my mom woke me up at 7am, she said I have to drive them off back to our house to open our store. I couldn't believe I woke up safe and sound. we went home. the town was still bare. no classes today and banks didn't open.


my bf visited me today. he told me what had happen yesterday. I made him go home early because of the on going situation. I am ready for an all-out-war, it's much better that way than giving mindanao to the MILF. fuck the government. and may MILF burn a hundred times in hell.


up to now, lanao and iligan city is still on red alert. dipolog city retrieved a bomb planted at their bridge just this morning. this is driving us crazy. how could the government not order an offense assault when there were damages already and innocent civilians killed. how could they give mindanao to the MILF without asking the residents' opinions first? why would they allow muslims to dominate this land when the fact is the population of muslims are only 10% of the total population in the entire country? ancestral domain claim means giving our lands to the muslims. ancestral domain claim means a bigger problem and a chaotic mindanao.


I hope and pray that this traumatic crisis will be over and everything will be back to normal. God bless the people and the used to be peaceful land of mindanao.


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I got so tired of the long dry ponytailed hair so I resorted into cutting it short.
short but it is still dry. hehe. I always blame my dry hair on mom. liwat ko niyag buhok. the texture is like the typical elementary classroom broom ... so I had to have it relaxed every 6 months. but since I studied nursing (where hairs are always doomed inside the hairnet) and play tennis almost everyday, I now find hair relaxing a waste of money. so for the mean time, I just have to live with the short dry hair until I'll graduate next year.
ok ra?

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leaving the soaked clay court one rainy day and just staying at this seawall to relieve disappointment...



thank God for places like this.

photographed by my bf.

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oh boy! ever since I saw the new mini-cooper-inspired suzuki swift 2008 last night while watching the filipino version of the koreanovela My Girl, I couldn't get the cute little car out of my mind anymore, the truth is my heart was suddenly fixed on it, so assuming I could afford it, I googled it on the net half praying it wouldn't go beyond the 1M price. and true enough the 1.3 litre engine 4WD gave me high hopes. it's about 800 thousand bucks. so I asked my mom about it, I even told her that we'll just sell dad's old car so we can buy a new one, but as expected she reluctantly said no. she said I should earn it myself... hahay. well I guess I just have to shake this thing off before I could think of a dirty scheme like robbing the first valley bank just right beside our house. hehe... so there goes my dream car gone as swift as suzuki swift! ;p

I'll just buy a mini cooper when I'll be inserting IV's in London or better yet New York as soon as I pass the board exams. wink! wink!*


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I was looking through not-so-old photographs and I realized there are a lot of things that I missed.
I miss the port and the sea coast
I miss that big log and river that I had my shots in kolambugan
I miss having picnics
I miss taking pictures
I miss being an artist
I miss the sunrise and sunsets
I miss flapping my feet in the water and just sit around all day hearing it splatter .
I miss diving from a big rock right into the blue sea.
and I realized that I miss one person that does everything she wanted...
I miss one happy sunny girl that appreciates the details of
every day...
I miss that girl standing right in front of me in the mirror...


I miss everything about me...


:(


photo: egay and I in landing, kolambugan.
labels: missing bliss

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