December 31, 2006

Ang saya ng buhay

Im just amused that so many people have asked me why i posted several crappy stuff that made them puke, myself included.


Well, i'm fine. Very happy. Very much alive. Loving life. Smiling and kicking and singing and dancing. (But yes i know, i don't know how to dance.)


The break has been blissful.


So happy 2007 everyone.

December 20, 2006

Ilocana speaking

Kung meron man akong nais balikan sa QC e yung DSL internet ko. Grabe, nagdownload ako ng breaking free at alas dos na ng umaga e wala pa rin! Mmm, nagsimula lang naman ako ng 1:25am. Pero naman. It's too late! 11 o clock ang oras ng pagtulog ko.

Iniingat ingatan ko nga ang aking body clock e. Simula pa noong bata ako. Talagang umiiyak ako noon pag di pa ako tulog ng 8:00 o 9:00 depende sa kung kelan nangyari yon. At siyempre, lalo namang di ako nakatutulog di ba.

Ngayon, dahil nabasa ko na sa Reader's Digest na, susunod na maganda sa tulog, e pwede na raw na nakahiga ka na di gumagalaw para mabigyan ng pahinga ang iyong katawan sa gabi.

Minsan, sa dorm, pag natataon na nag coke ako ng hapon o kape o tsaa o kahit anong may caffeine, alas kuwatro na e nakatingin pa rin ako sa kisame. Di naman pwedeng mag aral kasi lumulutang na ang utak ko sa ere. At lalong di naman makatulog.

Ngayon sirang sira na.

Ganito kasi yon, noong umuwi akong La Union, diretso ako galing sa Christmas party naming magkakaklase. Medyo lang alas sais na yata noong nakarating kami ng Katipunan. Kumain ako saglit sa McDo tapos nag ayos ng gamit tapos pumunta na sa istasyon ng bus. Pagkarating ko ng bahay, mga alas kuwatro siguro ng hapon. Tumawag ako kay homer para awayin siya dahil sa hindi pagsagot sa mga text ko. Pagkatapos non humiga na. Siyempre nakabitin yung paa ko kasi di ko tinanggal yung sapatos ko. Nagising ako ng alas singko na yata ng hapon. Mmm, kinabukasan to ha. A, gumising naman pala ako para hubarin yung medyas at sapatos ko. Para makasampa ako nang maayos sa higaan.

Lagi na akong alas diyes nagigising mula noon at alas dos natutulog pero dapat magkakape ako (na ang sarap na ng timpla ngayon, with Ovaltine and cinnamon, yeba!)

Kahapon naman ayokong magkape. At aba, alas siyete, di pa ko kumain ng hapunan, nakatulog na ko at siyempre gumising ulit ng alas diyes kinabukasan. Bumabawi ata ang katawan ko.

Masaya na sana. Pero kanina, isang oras na siguro akong gising pero nakahilata pa rin sa kama at katext si homer, biglang nagtext ang kaklase ko at may tinanong. Tungkol sa Labor, men. Medyo nakonsensiya ako kaya sabi ko sa sarili ko, kailangan ko na magkape para mag aral na rin.

Pero men, tamo naman ang ginagawa ko ngayon, pagkahabahabang blog, pagkahabahabang pagdownload ng breaking free. Nakita ko lahat ng blog sa favorites ko. Pati mga larawan ni KC na namamalengke sa France e.

Gutom na nga ako e. Kaso, 9 na rin ako kumain. Ganon kasi talaga ang buhay namin dito. Ang nanay ko kasi ganong oras ang uwi. Uwi ng babaeng hindi disente. Haha. Hindi naman. May social life kasi. May badminton, bowling, ballroom at kung anu ano pa. Nananalo nga raw siya at ang team niya e. Kanina nga alas onse na, tinawagan ko na. Ayun at pauwi pa lang raw.

Samantalang ako, buong bakasyon, andito lang sa bahay. Pag nagbowling panay kanal. Ni hindi matamaan ang shuttle cock. Hindi sumasayaw dahil bata pa lang ako, inapi na ang dancing skills ko. (Pero okay lang, napanood ko na naman ang Pride and Prejudice at The Count of Monte Cristo. Wala kasi akong mga bagong DVDs. Matanda na kasi ako, so ang aking Christmas money ay pinambili ko ng mga regalo sa mga batang kailangan kong regaluhan.)

Sa totoo lang, ang pangarap ko naman e maging swimmer, parang si Ian Thorpe ba. Minsan tinanong ako kung lumalangoy ako. Kako, hindi. Bwahahahahaha.

Nakakaawa no. Pero ang totoo, alam ko naman pong lumangoy, wala lang akong lakas ng loob. Sa 5ft pool lang ako pwedeng mag freestyle at backstroke. Pag mas malalim na roon o pag gumagalaw na yung tubig, tatayo na lang ako.


Kaya eto ako ngayon, lulutang lutang. Masaya naman. In love.

December 17, 2006

Again

Numbed when i get drenched under the raging storm
Blowing my eyes shut, whirring to keep me from hearing
Too tired to catch my breath trying to catch even little whiff
Of that cold wind that can carry me forward where i want to go

Wet with the rain and the tears trickling down my cheeks
Looking up though not seeing the dark clouds above
which are the only witnesses to my way of looking for light
To open my eyes again careful not to yet another fairy tale

Can an alien body just break my head into pieces
Or tap me lightly back to the reality that is
Because my mind is up there floating in merry wonderland
But my body is shocked and bruised right beneath it

And i'm holding on strongly to a life of unadulterated drama and bliss
Because my day is a unique mixture of dark nights and sunny mornings
Dusk and dawn running after each other
That's how my days revolve, but not without a purpose

December 16, 2006

Waiting

Oh sweetheart
Should i wait for the time when there's no more waiting
Or should i keep on going hoping like this
Because people get tired and weary you see
But i'll keep on wishing and waking up with sunrise
To see what the new day has to offer
Maybe tomorrow brings the longing away
And the flowers will bloom without wilting
And the sun won't set without a kiss
Of happiness and the promise of forever
Without having to count the ticking of the clock
Always dreaming of the day when i'll see you again

December 13, 2006

Assumption is the mother of all fuck ups

Do you ever delude yourself? You believe in something you know will never happen. You dream of bright sunlight and blue spotless skies. You get excited and wait for something like an expensive price. Something you didn't really work hard for but something you think you deserve.

Even if you know it is never going to happen. Even if you know its next to impossible if not totally so. But a person told you so. And you believe.

And when you wonder if its ever gonna happen and realize its far from materializing out of thin air, you ask that person if its gonna happen. And you are told it will not happen.

But you constantly think it will still happen. A surprise. Like magic. Because something has to conquer all.

But such are all lies. But you don't want to face reality. You refuse to. Because you don't like reality. Because you want something to happen. But it never will. So you continue lying to yourself. On and on and on.

December 02, 2006

Still on being alone

Loneliness brings out all your deepest regrets, the never ending concerns. Having people around you covers these emotions. The constant chatter and laughter is security enough. But when you are amidst deafening silence, your mind thinks. You miss people. You realize the gaps and the things you can never bring back. And you constantly want to relive the chatter or the laughter or the bright hopes you may have in life. You want to stay focused on the good things to cover the bad. Sometimes, you are lucky to drive the negative thoughts away, sometimes, you'll just sulk, or cry or try so hard to sleep hoping to wake up to fresh thoughts. But the bad things just lie there even if you deny that they exist. So, you stay busy and fill up your whole day because a small gap will revive the sadness. It's a cycle.


Those who are truly happy are those who can be happy alone. Where does that place people who need other people?

December 01, 2006

Alone again

I really get into a slump everytime i'm left by a loved one. Not that they leave me alone; left means go away for a while and we'll see each other, in this case, in two weeks.


My mom just left for Baguio a while ago, roughly a day after she arrived in Manila.


Nothing much happened actually. She arrived late afternoon yesterday. We went to my Lola in Antipolo to spend the 'typhoon' days there (Thank God, it never came.) Then, we spent a while in Gateway this afternoon. I shopped for a few items. Then we went our separate ways.


Now i'm here in this empty place, watching the evening news, hoping that the two weeks will pass really quickly. It doesn't help that i called Rhys earlier and he was bargaining that i go to Baguio on the 11th and not on the 16th. Well, 11 is just one of his arbitrary numbers.


I'm so sad.:-(

November 29, 2006

Magpakatotoo ka

I admit i'm complicated. People are.

We want to celebrate things. We want to enjoy, make things special, make days memorable.

I am not one who assumes something just by the mere fact of some event not happening. I am not one who holds on to a fact just because somebody tells me it is happening or has happened. I want actions to accompany words. I want to feel things right, experience thrilling moments.

Waiting? Is tiring. Trying? Is not good enough.

Why can't everyone live like there's no tomorrow? Why can't everyone act like something important is what it really is? Why can't people stay the same way all throughout? Why can't people express what's inside when they claim they are so full of it?

Can mediocrity come from something great?

November 26, 2006

PhilosopRHYS


'Rhys, why do you keep scratching your crotch. That's dirty.'
Little boy blue: 'Why, i wash it naman everyday di ba?'


'O, you are playing with your Gameboy again.'
Little boy blue: 'I don't have class tomorrow di ba?'


'Rhys, do you believe in Santa Claus?'
Little boy blue: 'No, he's not real.'
'How did you know? Who told you?'
Little boy blue: 'My brain told me.'

Hmm...

If you have the option, which would you choose - the best romantic relationship you can ever have that will last for only one year or a so-so relationship that will last for the rest of your life?


Galing sa blog ni Kuya Albert to. At napaisip ako.

November 24, 2006

Long weekend

Well, due to my own intervention, my expected weekend date didn't push through. So i have four days all to myself. Good that one of my friends is inviting for dinner next weekend and my mom's gonna visit next week too! Thus, there are a lot of things to look forward to.



The good thing about being alone now is that i don't get lonely and depressed anymore. That's why, i can study and i won't ruin my face after crying a bucket.



Look at who my KFC dinner date last night was.


Click to enlarge.

November 09, 2006

November 08, 2006

Kuwentong barbero

I went to F-Katipunan earlier, wanting to get a haircut; technically just a two-inch trim to get rid of the frizzy ends. I went there because of the 39.95, shampoo, cut and blowdry. I didn't wanna spend money on something so easy that even my nephew could have decently done it. (But my Ilokanoness is another story.)


Anyway, i went past the door just a fraction of a second ahead of a lovey dovey couple. So the three of us went upstairs to where the salon attendants were. As you may very well know from the price, there was no prompt attention given. We were just waiting there standing by the counter for two minutes or so, with nobody among those intently watching a PBA game's last two minutes give a heck. When they finally noticed our tiny existence, they asked what we wanted and one asked the three of us to go to the third floor.


Now, the guy climbed the stairs ahead of me and i didn't like it because i went in first right? So when he paused to give his girlfriend the coke can he was drinking from, i immediately overtook him, triumphantly walking into the room ahead of both.


Then, i was asked whether i wanted sauna. Sauna what?! I said no at once because the breaded porkchop i ordered was already waiting for me at the dorm. The attendant gave me a brown hospital gown like shorts and top set and asked me to go to the shower room. She said after i finish, i should go straight to the massage room. Shower? Massage? All in a 39.95 package?


I was speechless for a few seconds and the couple were standing behind me. The attendant said, one of us should wait because she can only accommodate two at a time - so that will be the guy and I. The girlfriend said, 'Ok, she goes ahead first, the two of us will just wait. We wanna go in together.' The attendant was a bit hesitant but she agreed anyway. I still didn't get what was happening and the attendant went to another room to get clean towels. Finally realizing i was in the wrong place, i told the girl i was only getting a haircut so it was freaky i was sent up with them. She said maybe they thought the three of us were actually together. I saw her face light up upon knowing they don't have to wait for me anymore and went inside the room where the attendant was and excitedly announced the good news.


I went down again and had to stare at the basketball enthusiasts like a lost puppy for a minute before they asked what i wanted. So i said, haircut.


No shampoo. One of them just made me sit down and cut my hair immediately without even spraying water on it. Less than a minute later, the attendant at the sauna room came down, followed by the couple i almost did a threesome with.


The others suddenly lost interest in the basketball game after the two left.


Basketball fans: Ba't nagbago ang isip?
Sauna attendant: Gusto nila magsabay e.
Guy giving me a haircut: E bakit? Pwede naman a.
Sauna attendant: Hello, okay ka lang? Kahit nga mag asawa di natin pwedeng pagsabayin e.
Basketball fans: Mag-asawa ba sila?
Guy giving me a haircut: Magjowa lang yun no. Bakit di mo pinayagan? Kasi hindi ka kasama?
Basketball fans: Hahahahahaha!
Sauna attendant: E di magmotel sila kung gusto nila.


Well, after that, my hair was totally damaged when the guy blewdry my not at all wet hair. I asked him to trim again because he didn't cut up to the desired length. When it was done, i gave a hundred and while i was waiting for my change, the sauna attendant came up to me.


Bothered sauna attendant: Kasama mo yung dalawa miss?
Rianne: Ay hindi po.
Bothered sauna attendant: Akala ko kakilala mo. Gusto ba naman nilang magsama sa sauna.
Rianne: Ah ganon.
Bothered sauna attendant: Haay, mga bata talaga ngayon.


The haircut was 45.00 by the way. 5.05 for gossip.

November 06, 2006

Balancing act

Well, well. How can happiness not last for more than several days? Does life have to make its own adjustments, resulting to my sulking the whole day for apparently no reason at all? Or does staying alone in the house alter my mind, that i look for the smallest things to be sad about? Whatever it is, i know i'm in one of those days when i just want to curl up in my room and pretend like everything else does not exist. I've spent my whole day watching 'House', reading the November issue of Reader's Digest and solving sudoku puzzles. I just stopped solving when i cried real tears after painstakingly solving one in the Inquirer, four-star difficulty. Right now, i'm on my ever present addiction. Too bad i'm on dial up.


Or wait, is it boredom? Or do you think its the laziness of it all? I'd like to think it's the last one, that its something self inflicted, so that i must suffer the consequences.


Is it because i'm leaving for QC tomorrow and be away from family until Christmas break. Yeah, i think i'm homesick. Yes, this early. How can i not be? Yesterday, my nephew Rhys cried when he said goodbye before leaving for Baguio. He told me i should go home daily to Baguio so we can see each other everyday. How i wish. And mind you, its not like i have a fantastic life when i'm home, i'm usually left alone all day. I wake up when everybody's gone out and have human interaction only at 8pm or even later. Maybe its the proximity, or the house, or my room.


But i know i hate leaving or being left behind or waiting. What's three years? What's two months? What's a night's sleep? But still, there's always the feeling of anxiety, like how i'm waiting for my grades or seeing my blue book in some class.


I just have too many problems, see. And i want this day to pass. Hopefully, tomorrow's morning sun will kiss my worries away.

November 01, 2006

minsan sa may kagubatan




October 17, 2006

Isa na lang!

October 13, 2006

I love my dorm because

the gardens
my current favorite place
the prayer room

October 11, 2006

Pressure

What is happening to my world? So many being engaged, gettin married on December, giving birth to lovely babies, being pregnant, goin elsewhere in this planet.


I want that to, but can i? I also want a luau inspired wedding reception with the energy of Italian parties and the spark of Pinoy sense of humor. I want a ring, which is relatively flat because i am clumsy and i'm afraid i'd lose the diamond. I want a baby, who'll look like my future husband, whom i'll take care of and breastfeed. I want to put up my own business and work hard and still have time for myself and for my family. I want to travel the world tagging my mom along.


On to my real concerns, three down, three more final exams to go in three weeks of reduced sleep. Then Christmas - have enough money to buy nice gifts for my growing list of Godchildren.


Compare eh.


Patience is a virtue.

October 04, 2006

Baguio-Benguet Lots for Sale

Anyone interested?


1. KM 3 (Pico, La Trinidad, Benguet)
subdivided lots: 80 sq m - 300 sq m
2 km from Trinidad proper, 3 km from Baguio City
access roads - km 3 (Seventh Day Adventist, Km 4 (Pines Supermart),
Bayabas and Dreamland Subdivision
price per sq m: P3,200-P3,800 per sq m
10-15 minutes away from Baguio City
five years to pay without interest
30% downpayment


2. Lubas, La Trinidad, Benguet
subdivision: 80-300 sq m
price per sq m: P2,500-P2,800 per sq m
access roads - Ambiong, Ambuklao Rd, Shilan, Tawang and Km 4
6.5 km away from Baguio City via Ambiong, Aurora Hill
20-25 minutes drive
5 years to pay without interest
20% downpayment


3. Kitma Village, Bakakeng, Baguio City
subdivided lots: 120 sq m - 250 sq m
4.5 km from City Proper (10 minutes drive)
road construction on-going
5 years to pay without interest
30% downpayment
price: P4000-P4500 per sq m


4. Longlong, La Trinidad, Benguet
subdivided lots: 150 sq m - 800 sq m
near Korean School, Philippine College of Ministry, SLU-SVP Housing,
Mt. Carmel Sanctuary Camp Site, St. Francis School, Gold Rich Subdv.
10 min drive from La Trinidad proper, 10-20 minutes away from Baguio City
30% downpayment
price: P4000 (interior lots) - P4500 (along the national road)


Modes of Payment:


Reservation fee: P10,000 commitment fee to reserve lot for 15 days only. Non-refundable but forms part of the down payment


Down payment: Required down payment is 30% of the Contract Price less the Commitment Fee and shall be payable in 3 months from the date of payment of commitment fee




Should you be interested or need additional info, you may reach my ate, Kit, at 09157486230.

September 26, 2006

This is funny

Well, masaya to. Pansin niyo ba puro galing sa iba ang mga sinusulat ko rito. Kasi ngayon, inaaliw ko lang ang sarili ko. Wala akong panahon mag isip e.


http://www.flashfunpages.com/couple.swf

September 22, 2006

Youngblood Article

Drama to. Sorry, i have no time to reformat. JoTy forwarded this story.


My place
By SC


TODAY, I will attend an execution: my own. I will watch it with
both eyes open and I will not cry. I will not break down
just because the man I have loved since forever will marry someone
else. I will watch
him promise himself to a woman who will never love him like I have.
I
will watch them bind themselves to a vow I should have taken.

I have loved Oliver almost all my life. I have known him since I
saved his six-year-old hide from a bully named Ricardo who wanted
to
rid him of his two yellowed front teeth. I was five at the time,
but
having grown with five older brothers and a hellion of a sister,
``Totoy Cardo'' was a piece of cake.

Oliver was so overcome with embarrassment at having a girl to
protect
his scrawny neck that from that time on he made it a point to be
the
rescuer, not the rescued.

As time passed, muscles filled out this lanky frame and those two
front teeth began to sparkle. He combs his hair, and he takes a
bath
daily now. In short, he has become a fine specimen of manhood.

The best part is, he lived up to his promise: he became my self-
appointed guardian (well, I don't know if that's the best or the
worst part). He was just always there, sticking to me like glue. It
used to drive me nuts that he never let me out of his sight.

When I was 12, I ran from the infirmary on my way home. I had found
out in the most humiliating way that I had become a woman: there
was
a big red stain on the back portion of my skirt. The jeers and the
taunts followed me through the school corridors.

Oliver dashed after me and offered to accompany me home. I
declined,
of course. He seemed to understand my discomfiture and promised to
drop later with the things left in school.

When I reached home I was told that I needed to jump three times on
the stairs (which I did) and to wash my face with my blood (which I
didn't do).

Oliver dropped by in the afternoon, sporting a black eye and a
bruise
on his arm. When I asked him what happened, he said he had walked
into a closed door. I believed him. But a few days later, minus the
dysmennorhea, I found out that Oliver got into fisticuffs because
some guy made a disgusting remark about me.

Nobody had ever fought for me before that. And when you're 12 and
discussing in class how King Arthur and fairest of them all,
Lancelot, fought for Guinevere's love, you tend to get ideas. I
loved
Oliver then.

When we were in high school and I found out that the school's
heartthrob and one of my most ardent suitors, Richard, was involved
with a bustier girl, it was to Oliver that I ran. When I didn't
graduate as valedictorian and I got so drunk, it was Oliver who
took
me home. He didn't even mind that I barfed all over his dad's car
(which he borrowed without permission). When I decided to go to UP
and he went to Ateneo, we celebrated by partying. When I lost my
mom
in a car accident, he took care of everything. When my dad followed
my mom less than a year later after a heart attack, he was there
again.

By this time he was an appendage of my life. He used to check out
the
guys I came to know. Nobody dared to get serious with me--not when
Oliver had a black belt.

I didn't know how to define our relationship. I didn't know what we
were. We definitely were more than friends, better even than best
friends. It was like we were a couple, but formally not one. We did
all the things that couples did like hang out and neck but always
stopped when things got too hot. Since we never defined what we
meant
to each other, we never said ``I love you'' or whatever serious
couple told each other. As a result, I remained a chaste princess
while my prince caroused and sowed wild oats, but still had the
energy to monitor my movements.

I didn't mind. After all, I was so sure we'd end up together. I
always thought that in the end, it would be us. I loved him. I
managed to convince myself that he loved me (what else
could it be?). Little did I know that love doesn't conquer all, it
only conquers the weak.

I didn't think he'd be so stupid as to get a girl pregnant on the
same night they met at a party. I didn't think he'd be so stupid as
to forget to use some form of contraception. After all, he had
given
me a lecture on safe sex. And I didn't think he'd be so stupid as
to
marry the girl.

But maybe I forgot that after all he was a man, and men have been
known to be stupid about these things. Their brain is located in a
region other than between the ears.

What could I do? Kicking him in the groin and punching him in the
eye
seemed like a good idea then. Don't blame me; he was the one who
enrolled me in a self-defense course. But I did not feel better.
Seeing him bent over in pain only made me angrier. I wasted my life
for this lousy excuse of a man? I could not believe it!

I wanted nothing more than to run to him and beg him to wake me up
from the stupid dream. I wanted him to take me some place where we
didn't know anybody. No pain, no memory, no humiliation. I wanted
to
just forget it ever happened but since I flunked in the School for
Martyrs, I couldn't, for the life of me pretend, it didn't happen.
I
couldn't pretend he didn't hurt me. I couldn't pretend everything
was
fine and dandy and exactly the way it was before.

We didn't talk for a month. For both of us who were practically
inseparable, that was like an eternity. I ducked into corners
whenever I would see him. I wouldn't take his calls. I wouldn't see
him. And for some time hate was my reason for getting up in the
morning, for breathing, for living. Hate and I became good friends.

``God brings men into deep waters, not to drown them but to cleanse
them,'' somebody once wrote. I didn't want to be cleansed. I just
wanted to drown in pain and misery and utter desolation. I wanted
to
wallow in the dark and deep pit of despair.

I know a thousand and one clich├ęs that say this can be a blessing
and
that I should be thankful. But thankful is the last thing I'm
feeling
right now. I've always thought that there are three kinds of women:
those who break, those who mend and those who are broken
themselves.
Before this hit me, I assumed that I belonged to the first or
second
category. Now I know I'm in the third--so hurt and broken up
inside.

My grandmother used to say that there is nothing you can do about
pain when it gives you a silly grin except grin right back. All I
could manage was a wry smile, a killer headache and the worst
hangover the day before his wedding. Evidence of that is the
disgusting sight of mashed potatoes and barbecue, thrown up not
three
meters away from where I was lying prostrate on the floor and the
awful stench of cigarette on my hair.

Frankly I don't want to go. I want to wallow in misery in my messy
room, crying, retching and stinking, surrounded with Michael Learns
to Rock (whose songs are dedicated to the broken-hearted) CDs. But
I
have to go and attend the wedding. I have to bathe and prepare and
put on that atrocious peach (it's not even my color!) gown. I'm not
doing it for the groom, my one true friend and love, Oliver.
Neither
am I doing it for the bride, my younger sister, Sandra, who needs
me.
I'm doing it for my unborn niece who has the great fortune of
having
me as her aunt.

Call me stupid, but I've always known my place. If it isn't beside
the man I was destined to marry, if it isn't behind my sister, who
will take his name, wear his ring and bear him a child, then it
must
be with my niece, cradled close to my heart so that she will know
both of our love.

-------------------

SC, 22, teaches at a private school in Cagayan de Oro City while taking up postgraduate studies.

September 06, 2006

In behalf of my family

Death is not an extraordinary occurrence; but it is very painful. It is not that easy to suddenly face life without a person who has been present all your life or most of it. You grieve to the point of being selfish, because even if you know he'll go to a place where suffering is unheard of, you want him by your side. You hate the loneliness. You are unused to the void that is created in his absence. You want your life intact but suddenly it is not the way it has always used to be.


Facing the fact of death is really difficult but there are a lot of people who share your grief. There are people who cry with you. There were people who stood with you when you were tending to his illness. They sang with him, they talked to him, prayed for him, laughed with him. There were people who gave what they had and did what they could do. There were people concerned.


We might not be able to thank or appreciate what you did but we treasure everyone and everything you have done. We felt your love and your warmth carried us and will carry us through. Thank you.


Please forgive him or any of us for any affront we may have caused; and we also forgive those who have caused us the same.


We pray for the grace and peace of God for all of us.

August 29, 2006

The unexpected

Just when you stop to smell the blooming flowers
The clouds hide the glorious sun
They spell gloom and dim the colors
And raindrops muffle the laughter and fun


Just when you worked so hard
In order to set everything in place
The tempest tears everything apart
The wild animals invade, nothing's left to save


Everywhere you look, darkness ensues
There's a vacuum inside and you cry out
And ask all kinds of questions
But no voice comes out


Just the feeling of fear and loneliness
Because something is taken from you
And you want it for yourself
But it has to be that way like telling you


That it is not for you to keep
Loneliness is intermittent
Happiness cant go on so deep
To make it actually permanent


Things happen
Things go
You only accept them
And let go

August 24, 2006

Dahil marami akong dapat basahin ngayong gabi

HS survey


Message: nicknames in HS:
- It may be too embarassing to admit, but i made my own alias - 'trichzie'. Don't ask how i came up with it because it is kinda shameful.


average grade:
- i don't remember really.


conduct:
- I was goody two shoes forever.


anong klaseng tao ka nung H.S? brainy, mvp,
sosy, nice guy?
- nerd, active, aloof, friendly to my friends lang as always


clubs/organizations:
- Forum, CAT


who are ur best friends in HS?
- cheesy Magic Seven, BUs, ang mga pusang sina Ishlin & Muma, dami. I'm friendly to my friends nga e.


ano-ano ang usual topics of discussion w/ ur
friends?
- buhay namin at ng ibang tao. woh. small minds talk about other people. hehe.


favorite tambayan/s?
- mushroom malapit sa TNL, labas ng classroom, Forum office


favorite merienda/lunch?
- kakanin. Im Pinoy kasi e.


hobbies sa classroom?
- makipagkwentuhan lalo kina Jones, Russ, Jomel at magpacute sa crush ko.


ano ang kadalasang ginagawa mo after dismissal?
- after class, CAT, tapos meryenda once in a while sa labas


nag-dissect ba kayo?
- semi


sumasali ka ba sa quiz bees?
- sort of


sa school beauty contests?
- no way. I quote 'ordinary looking'. Hahaha.


favorite subject/s?
- Math, Physics, Chem, Journalism, History, nerd e.


hated subject/s?
- Values, not that i'm vile ha.


favorite teacher/s?
- Mr & Mrs. Gacayan, Mrs. Calicdan, dami dami dami pa


hated teacher/s?
- no comment. I hate noone.


ano rank mo sa CAT at the end of the year?
- Lt. Col. ba o Col. ang mas mababa? imagine. So not me.


sino CAT commandant nyo?
- Sir Dinky


eh corps commander nyo?
- Rodel


kasali ka ba sa varsity?
- sorta. basketball. Hahahaha.


favorite field trip?
- 4th year, but all i remember is the sidetrip to SM. Ngi.


kamusta naman ang prom?
- 3rd year prom. A sign of good things to come.


naging prom king/queen ka ba?
- nope


anu pang nangyari nung prom.
- Danced with my prom date, Homer.


san kayo nag prom?
- not worth mentioning.


may ka-date ka ba nung prom?
- yup. taba na niya ngayon. haha. not related.


sinu-sino crush mo nung HS?
- P.A., D.A., B.A., M.L. -- so high school!


did you take the UPCAT?
- yup


nakapasa ka naman sa UPCAT?
- yup


first choice mo ba campus mo?
- yup. pati course. but destiny sent me to THE Areneo. hahaha. im having fun here.


most memorable HS moment?
- senior's ball. negative or positive? you have to guess.


best thing about HS?
- my classmates are the best. a good mix of funny, angst filled, self centered people. so high school. so us. i love em.


worst thing about HS?
- backbiters and epaloids.


best year in HS?
- 3rd year and 4th year.


given the chance to relive your HS days..ano
babaguhin mo?
- wala. i loved it that way.


what items from the present will u bring w/u?
- my lappy, maybe i'll get that one thing i wanted but didnt get.


did you enjoy high school?
- of course naman no. who didn't?

August 21, 2006

Homer C. Danao

Happy birthday to you.
Happy birthday to you.
Happy birthday. Happy birthday.
Happy birthday to you.


--the voice


You Who Never Arrived
Rainer Maria Rilke


You who never arrived
in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
from the start,
I don't even know what songs
would please you. I have given up trying
to recognize you in the surging wave of the next
moment. All the immense
images in me-- the far-off, deeply-felt landscape,
cities, towers, and bridges, and unsuspected
turns in the path,
and those powerful lands that were once
pulsing with the life of the gods-
all rise within me to mean
you, who forever elude me.


You, Beloved, who are all
the gardens I have ever gazed at,
longing. An open window
in a country house--, and you almost
stepped out, pensive, to meet me.
Streets that I chanced upon,--
you had just walked down them and vanished.
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
were still dizzy with your presence and, startled,
gave back my too-sudden image. Who knows?
perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us
yesterday, seperate, in the evening...


Translated by Stephen Mitchell

August 18, 2006

How sweet it is to be loved by you

Haha.


Ang saya lang ng buhay kung may nagmamahal sa yo. Na kahit ano ka pa o kahit ano pang gawin mo o gaano nakaririndi ang pag-uugali mo o nakasasakit sa tenga ang pa ulit ulit na reklamo mo, mamaya nagtatawanan na naman kayo na parang walang nangyari. Kahit mawaldas mo pa ang perang pinaghirapan niya o hindi ganon ka aya aya ang resulta ng mga pinaggagagawa mo, aakuin pa ang responsibilidad kahit ikaw ang mali.


Minsan ba, naiisip mo hindi mo dapat nakukuha yung mga ganong klaseng regalo.


Wala lang, madalas kasi naipagwawalang bahala ko lang ang lahat ng kagandahang ito.


Kaya sana tulungan ako ni Lord, magtuluy tuloy sana ang pagpapakabait ko.


Kung bakit kasi minsan, hindi ko ma control ang mga nararamdaman ko. Bira nang bira. Puwede naman mag antay ng isang oras, huminga ng malalim, bago magsalita. Pero bakit sa isang araw e ubos na ang monthly call allocation ko sa Globe?


Pero laking pasasalamat ko, kasi ang saya ng buhay.


Supermegacorny pero totoo. Seryoso. Sayang lang sana purong Filipino. Nawawala tuloy ang moment.


Harhar.


Pero walang lokohan to.

August 17, 2006

Filler

I haven't been blogging lately. That's because i don't want to rant. I've lost umbrellas. The laundry shop lost one of my tshirts. I paid exaggerated fees for shoe and watch repairs. I have hormonal imbalance and that means i have a next to major pimple breakout again. And who needs that? I'd rather remember the good stuff but i don't write them because they might seem so banal and dull.


Many good things are happening though which are too personal to be written in detail. God has been teaching me a lot of things lately - relationships, my life's direction, patience and all these things. I'm savoring each plateful. It feels so good that someone so big and so great cares about a Rianne, who is just one of several billion people in this planet.

August 15, 2006

August 10, 2006

Looks family


July 29, 2006

India!

Hey friends. I am so overwhelmed right now. Last week, i had dinner with some students from an international law school based in Korea and we met again earlier. It was just so encouraging to see a meeting of law students and lawyers from around the world -England, Indonesia, US, Korea, etc worshipping God and having fellowship with each other. I mean, it was amazing.


The law profession as you know is stereotyped mostly negatively but in that small room was a group of people who are focused on God and focused on making a difference in their field. I wanna be like that. I want to champion authentic justice and be a blessing to other people and to my country at that.


They introduced us to Advocates International (http://www.advocatesinternational.org), an organization of Christians in the legal profession supporting each other and doing Christian legal advocacy around the globe. I wanna be part of that.


In fact, there's a student chapter and the next conference will be in India, October this year. I wanna go.


Please pray for me. Pray for faith, that i will go there and be encouraged and be an encouragement as well. Please pray for finances. I don't have a job but i believe God provides and i pray that i'll be able to raise $700 by October for the conference.


Yes, i really wanna go. I am available for hire. I can do odd jobs here and there, like computer related tutorials, webstuff, editing stuff and what not. I really need help. If you feel extra generous, a little help from you will be deeply appreciated. Please pray for me. Contact me at 09175642647 please if you have ideas. :-)

July 26, 2006

Ang saklap

Minsan ba naiisip mo na andami mo nang ginawang mali tapos may mangyayaring masama at kutob mo parusa mo yon?


That's what i feel right now.


I woke up last Sunday realizing that i didn't have my retainers in my mouth. I probably left it on the sink a few hours ago but it wasn't there. I looked for it in the bag i used the night before. I looked for it among my books, readings, under my bed, inside trash cans. In short, i looked for it everywhere all morning but it was nowhere to be found. I looked again after lunch, it really wasn't there.


I was so regretful. Well, first, i paid for my braces with my own hard earned salary so it was a treat for myself (though it hurted much more than i expected). Furthermore, i bore the discomfort for how many months only to have my teeth bounce back to their original positions in a day?


So i sent text messages to a lot of people asking if i should get a new one. It was Sunday, i wasn't able to go to church primarily because i was so distressed. I vowed to scout for the cheapest place in Katipunan Avenue to get my retainers done but it was Sunday. I couldn't have done anything but sweep my room all day which i actually did. But NADA.


I so hated the feeling. That's my own money down the drain. I hated myself for staying up so late that night, having slept at 3am. I hated myself for enjoying so much with my high school friends at Eastwood knowing that i have lots of things to read and that i even had fever.


The next day i woke up so early. I really asked God in prayer for Him to give me back my retainers. I sent text to my friend to ask if i left it at the resto where we ate.


And really, God was just reminding me to believe it's just there and i'll find it. Besides, i distinctly remember brushing it that night before i went to sleep, wiping it dry and even smiling in front of the mirror after i put it on. But i woke up with naked teeth. I may have swallowed it. Either that or had it inadvertently flushed in the toilet.


I couldn't content myself so i looked inside the germ filled trash cans once again. I called and wasted a lot of my free minutes for this month asking if i really should get a new one. I got different answers. It all boiled down to my decision. I don't want my how my teeth looked like before i got my braces. So, while the typhoon was raging, i got my umbrella and windbreaker, got out of the dorm and walked the length of Katipunan Avenue.


Each dentist got the same lie.


"Hi. I just wanna ask how much an upper retainer will cost. I lost mine e and i have to ask my mom for money."


Okay so i had to lie because i didn't wanna tell them i was just scouting for the cheapest dentist. Nakakahiya naman no.


"Ok. I'll call muna and then i'll probably come back tomorrow if she agrees."


So, yeah right. Tuesday, i scouted Esteban Abada Street for a change.


The winner? The dentist holding office in the same building as my dorm. Oh well, at least i knew im getting retainers for the lowest price. So, Tuesday afternoon, i ordered, had my teeth's impression and all that. Okay, so i was about ready to accept that i lost the old one and i need to shell out money for a new one lest all that money i spent go down the drain. It wasn't a good night's sleep still.


Wednesday, we finally had to go to class after the long hiatus. Thanks to SONA and the typhoon. (But no, i hate the damage of course.) Surprise, the teacher wasn't there. So we had lunch and i went home.


Then there it was right at the floor - beside my bed, beside my stack of readings, neatly lying there. I saw my old retainers lying on a red carpet set on a plate of gold. It was right there. Right there.


I mean, hello? My new retainers are gonna be delivered at 4! I cleaned, i looked everywhere, i did!


Pero masaklap talaga e.

July 19, 2006

I suddenly miss working

I don't know. I was just browsing through Pablo Neruda poems a while ago then a cold mass hit me. I suddenly miss it. I am not sure if it is working per se or it is the work i had before getting into this peculiar environment people call as law school.


I suddenly saw myself back in that desk with two computers in front of me, sitting the whole day making and deciphering code, editing manuals, planning tasks and tracking progress.


When i left, i knew I.T. was not for me. I didn't wanna grow old analyzing systems, making programs and managing fellow computer geeks.


One test of knowing if you like a certain job is if you will do it even if you don't get paid. I was sure i didn't want to. I was sure all i wanted was a happy family with gorgeous kids. Hehe. Asking myself that question about my previous work after almost two years, i suppose i want to work again even if i'm not paid -- but only for a certain period, a whole week at a time perhaps, twice or thrice a year. Okay, i'm not assuming that my old Boss will accept me but yeah a part of me wants to work again.


I believe my first major decision was to accept my previous job over other options in Metro Manila, and work in the province. Overall, i didn't do bad. I experienced a lot of new things like living alone away from home for a while, meeting friends of different races, eating and learning to prepare authentic foreign dishes, being a boss, attending a real Indian wedding ceremony and learning from my sucesses and getting over mistakes. (well, so much for work, these are all not work related)


I hated a lot of things as well. I mean stuff like discussing an exaggeratingly simple execution in a certain program then learning afterwards that the other person in the conversation thought we were in some sort of an argument. Duh to these instances. What else. Who wouldn't panic and freak out when the company car gets lost? Who wouldn't be stressed if a project is way over deadline?


Although yeah, it was a good four years. I met my boss who was generally an optimistic, cunning, smart and witty risk taker whom i'd look up to for the rest of my professional life i guess. I met co workers who were funny and entertaining. I met people with different backgrounds and more than anything else, i really really enjoyed observing different behaviors. I was busy making programs and all that but after a full day at work, i really savored the moments i analyzed why and how people reacted and all that. I so miss the conversations i had with a co worker i shared a house with during my training and we'd have long talks about these things, culture, college, work and all sorts of stuff.


But now i'm here. And i have many things to read tonight.

July 13, 2006

When walls are built

Ours is a very small family. My grandparents and my parents were happy with only two children each.


Growing up, i never noticed i had only one sister though. It's because what i remember is a big family living in three neighboring houses, which i felt like extensions of each other. They were the only houses i went to, consistent with the impression of one other neighbor that i was a snob, who never went out and mingled with the kids my own age. I was the youngest among us you see. I also never minded it, as i only thought about looking forward to each day as an adventure - going to the river, catching dragonflies or just sitting at the front yard, eating mangoes dipped in genuine sukang Iloko - with my big family.


It was a lot of fun, yes, they say kids have a nice life because they only think about food and leisure. Until now, a part of me wants to be that child forever, not thinking about relationships and the future and all sorts of what people call 'mature' stuff. I couldn't have fought against nature.


I left our house to spend college in Manila and momentarily forgot about the afternoon playtime and time spent telling stories all day long. I grew up and hated it. Suddenly, my eyes saw many things i never paid attention to as a little girl, whose only major concern was if she liked the food prepared on the table.


In college, i was taught that man loses his sense of wonder when he grows up; but actually, when one matures, that's when he thinks. The only difference is he chooses what to pay attention to and more often than not, his outward reaction is not manifest. He starts to build walls around his treasures, at times confined to what is inside, never looking out because what is confined inside takes too much of his time already.


The walls were built. The first time i took a break from school i couldn't freely go to the other house anymore. I had to knock and wait for someone to open. I hated change but that's the way it was. I learned to accept it.


Sadly, there were two walls built. One was made of hollow blocks placed on top of the other supported by steel and filled with cement. One was an invisible wall that confined us to our own lives and own dreams.


At a time when people have more ways to connect, my big family got razed to the ground. We were blown apart, disaster after disaster. I don't even want to remember how it happened but eventually, it became so real that the person who slept beside me and comforted me when i met the greatest loss of my life suddenly got married without me knowing it. They go and come back like ghosts. I couldn't keep track any longer.


We don't even live there anymore, having transferred to another house where we are not related to our neighbors. There are again three houses but this time, i don't see extensions. Perhaps, i don't want to relive the concept only to find it disintegrating in the end. I confine myself inside the house when i'm there not even bothering to go to the backyard. Not that i don't totally mind them, but i like it the way it is, little chitchats and genuine smiles here and there.


I may have built walls around myself this time mostly minding my own business.


Bitterness is a heavy load but i've been letting go of it. I think i've become quite successful. Do i miss them? Yes, but the walls are there. Maybe someday, the walls will be demolished but for now, as somebody once close to me put it, i don't want to rock the boat.

July 10, 2006

Inter A Party

with donna and gretch
fooodddiiieee!
blockmates

June 19, 2006

Boys in my Life

Boy #1
Law student, Dean's office, Malcolm Hall


me: hi
him: hello
me: walang tao?
him: yeah. nag lunch break sila, pinapabantay ako.
me: mmm...
me: um... bibili sana ako ng ano...
me: sanitary napkin (wide smile)
him: (slightly embarassed) ah.. meron dito pero di ko alam ang price
me: (smiling) it's five pesos
him: (went inside looking)
me: i want whisper
me: yung with wings
him: (still looking) a, walang whisper e, modess lang
me: ok. yan na lang
him: (gives the napkin)
me: here (gives the five peso coin). thanks. (wide wide smile)
him: oh. okay. (smiling)
me: (out as fast as lightning)


Boy #2
Guy in mid twenties, driving a sky blue Corolla


me: (walking towards UP Film Center for the VCF Sunday Service, in white pants)
him: (driving along Molave Hall, stops, opens his passenger window)
him: hi! magtatanong lang sana. we have a research e.
me: (stopping, leaning towards the window) ano?
him: magtatanong lang.
me: okay.
him: kasi, girls who wear white pants, do you wear thongs
me: (taken aback) nn... noo!
him: okay, thanks!
me: okay. (starts walking away)
him: (drives on)

June 12, 2006

Cubao's little surprise

Yesterday, i had lunch with a few of my good college friends at this quaint Italian restaurant. It was inside the ghetto like (forgive the comparison) Marikina Shoe Expo (which is also unknown to me) beside Rustan's. An Italian resto owned and operated by real Italians, Bellini's.


The owner with his white long sleeved top and flaming yellow pants was there to make everyone feel at home, even serving customers cheerfully now and then. The food was really really good. I particularly liked their pesto, gaviolli (now i don't even know if i'm spelling it correctly) and the pizza. There were plates on the wall signed by celebrities talkin briefly about their great experience at the resto. From the info i surfed, the photographs on the walls were taken by Mr. Bellini himself who was a papparazzo in Italy way back.


Now the food. I, for one, am not fond of pesto. It's too grassy and herby for my taste. Don't ask how i got the 'grass' comparison. They served bread sticks that you will dip in pesto and now i'm a convert (this was free too).


We ordered three pasta selections and they were all sumptuous. I specifically liked the gaviolli, a spinach filled pasta in garlic and cheese sauce i guess. The really thin crust pizza was also a delight. The crust made me pay more attention to the taste of the combination of fresh tomatoes on the pizza sauce and the ham, cheese, seafood or vegetable topping.


For a student like me, it was quite expensive but it's really worth it.

June 10, 2006

walang magawa




Ang Tipo kong Lalake


1.Dapat ba guwapo?
Yeah, but guapo for me is more than physical appearance.


2.Matalino?
It's a must because when we are old and just sitting down all day, we'll do nothing but talk and given the fact that we are at home all day, such conversations don't revolve around the usual what i did today or what this interesting person said yesterday.


3.Preferred Age?
None, but i like someone more mature than i am.


4. Prefered Height?
Someone taller than i am, i guess.


5. How about sense of humor?
Yes, absolutely. See number 2.


6. How about piercings?
They look ugly to me.


7. Accepts you for who you are?
Obviously.


8. Pink hair?
Pinkish cheeks.


9. Mushy or no?
I wish.


10. Thin or Fat?
Medium built.


11.Moreno or Chinito or Mestiso?
Clear skin, i don't care about the color - someone not so dark.


12. Long Hair or Short Hair?
I want em bald. Long hair is okay. I think, i don't really care as long as it looks good on him.


13. Plastic or Metal?
Plastic as in hypocrite no. Metal as in preference for music is okay.


14. Smells good?
Yeah. Especially the armpits. It's subjective, you know.


15. Smoker?
NO.


16. Drinker?
NO.


17. Boy-next-door type?
Not really. It's not important.


18. Musically inclined?
It's a plus.


19. Plays the Piano?
That would be good.


20. Plays the guitar?
Same as my answer above.


21. Plays violin?
Same.


22. Sings very good?
As long as he can carry a tune, like Grow Old With You. Hehe.


23. vain?
Doesn't matter.


24. With Glasses?
Same as above.


25. With Braces?
Same.


26. Shy type?
Not to me.


27. from Ateneo or La Salle?
It doesn't matter as long as he can talk to me and act sensibly.


28.Sporty or Couchpotato?
Someone sporty. Someone who loves clean fun.


30. Singer or Dancer?
Singer. I, myself, can't dance to save my life.

June 08, 2006

Alone and crying


I miss Rhys and watching cartoons, playing toy soldiers, talking nonsense and sleeping soundly. I miss Mama and being scolded, eating out and just watching DVDs all day. I miss ate and our mysterious "meetings" and endless stortytelling while she does chores. I miss Luna and watching a big lunch or dinner being prepared, eating heartily, riding on a motorcycle, inviting arguments about all sorts of things and laughing to my heart's content. I miss my family and the bickering and the die hard habits of each member. I miss my room and the mess and my sweet sweet bed. I miss the summer heat, and the sea. I miss looking at the dogs and walking Ashley once in a while. I miss whistling and checking if the cold air heard me. I miss looking at trees and their leaves swaying with the gust of the wind. I miss staying home and wearing my old clothes and reading whatever i get my hand on.


Lonely as hell.

June 07, 2006

Galit ako sa mga motorsiklo!

Dahil isa sa kanila, pinaso ang binti ko!


Tambutso!


Peklat!

Happy days are over

I can feel it.


Summer vacation will come to an end in about a day or two. I'll be in QC by my lonesome in no time.


I said goodbye to Rhys, my five year old nephew, who left for my lolo's house since nobody will take care of him here. After kissing and hugging me tight i told him i'm going to Manila soon. He asked me why and i said i have to attend school there. "Rianne, you call me when you have a problem okay. But not in my cellphone, just call me in Caba."


I've been enjoying since April 11 and the fact that i have to face the grim situation of being alone again in a gloomy room where all i can see is a stockpile of readings scares the hell out of me.


Yes Rhys. Right now i have a problem and i'd prefer it if you stay here and play or watch DVDs with me. However, i want to get used to it. I want to start it, eating alone, sleeping alone, reading alone. Not that i'm alone all the time, but most of the time, i am. I need to because i have to concentrate and study.


Three more years and a half perhaps of self pity eating me alive because i'm lonely and homesick and crying. Worse, i am not even there yet.

May 31, 2006

Anxiety




Ambagsik ng langit






Eeeee!






Sino ka?!

May 11, 2006

Sagada

from the ancient windmills




I had always been intrigued. Several people, mostly teachers, have told me to go and see Sagada because it IS something. Last Friday, my Mom and I (like fart) suddenly decided to go to this old village up in the Cordilleras and there, saw several images that would be imprinted in my mind forever.




the town center




We were supposed to stay at St. Joseph's but there was a seminar and all rooms were occupied. They had cute log cabins and i wonder how it could have been to spend the night there. Masferre Inn was being renovated so we ended up at the Sagada Igorot Inn which was fronting a good eating place (fortunately).




the road going to the high school




Good that the Inns were all lumped together near the town center, it wasn't that hard. We got a private room for PHP1200, which i was not satisfied with, but fine, maybe our first two choices were better. Dormitory type rooms were at PHP250 per head for a single bed out of six, which ain't a bad deal.


inside the nice cozy restaurant



I have to mention the eating place, which if i'm not mistaken, is named Percimoon Grill. It's got a very cool native ambiance and they served good food. My pork steak and fries was PHP90 and was actually good for two meals (for me, that is) plus a bottle of water at PHP15. I tasted my mom's mushroom soup and sinigang na bangus, all good. The next day, i had a great salad as well.


pine trees all around




Actually, we were still on the way to this rustic town and my eyes already had a good feast watching the pine forests surrounding us and the green fields below, though it made me a little bit dizzy and scared watching how high we were and how narrow the road was.




the church




Our first itinerary was supposed to be Echo Valley but since we did not have a tour guide yet at that time as we were still waiting for my sister's family, my mom didn't wanna go on. Her reason? She said, we were not familiar with the wildlife there. Oh well, but she won because she just turned back and walked away. So we just walked around the Episcopal Church and the surrounding Pine trees.


tired but happy


When my sister arrived, we registered at the Municipal Hall and hired a local guide for PHP800 to show us the Sumaguing Cave, the Kiltepan Viewpoint, the hanging coffins and the Bokong falls.




top of the world looking down on creation




Kiltepan is at the peak of a mountain where you get the feeling that you're on top of the world. The only description i can give is that it is majestic, it really is! You see the surrounding mountains, the terraces below, a small village and the clouds. I had this urge to shout to the world all my worries - but i didn't anyway, i was too busy taking pictures.



the trek




We had a looong walk to the Bokong Falls. It would have been nice to have a refreshing dip but then, we were not ready. For all i know, i would have been the only one who'll swim so, where's the fun there.




Bokong falls




The best part was the Sumaguing Cave. I've entered a cave once and that was in Bohol and in contrast, Sumaguing didn't have the railings to hold on to, no light. Our guide had a Petromax lamp and we had to do - yes - rockclimbing to go around the cave. Translate: go on all fours in the darkness, dip in the lake, go around sitting down, holding on to the rocks, touching guano here and there for one and a half hour - in that darkness! I even had to rappel for crying out loud but it was no time to be silly and be left behind. The rock formations were nothing but amazing.


conquering one's fear




You know the times that you ask existential questions - Sagada made me go through that. It was so beautiful i wanted to cry. You gotta try it.


inside the cave

May 03, 2006

Summer fun




Not a lot of people are familiar with the province of Apayao, i think. Maybe, it is just tooooo far away and it is not that easy to go to. However, if one is in love with mountains, crystal clear waters and a lot of greens, then it's worth going to. It's more so that beautiful, friendly, nice and lovable people come from this place.;-)





We stayed for a while at Uncle Caesar's cozy farm. I'd wake up each morning to the sound of water rushing forth the periphery of the mountain and all i see is green, green, green.






And yeah - i held and fired a gun for the first time amidst this serenity. Nature forgives a terrified girl i hope.





Nearby is a picnic place they call Kasiggaman.





Ganda no? I don't have recent pictures of the mountain resort though. It's a pretty nice place for relaxation.



As a side trip, we also went to Pagudpud where i got my unsightly tan lines. Unfortunately, my fear of the water stopped me from enjoying it to the fullest. I couldn't snorkel because the corrals are a good distance from the beach so i was contented frolicking near the rocks. Ugh.












We got on a boat in a river in Claveria then a 30 minute boat ride to Salaysay. Notice the eel and the blow fish. They were able to get sea urchins and i had a taste of it. Delicious raw sea food. Fun eh.

April 17, 2006

The skinniest time ever

but the tummy won't go away.
Well, i'm really enjoying the break. I sleep all day. I eat alot. I've watched more movies than i had watched in the past five months. I've met a few friends. I play with my nephew. I've read a lot of good stuff. The life....

April 10, 2006

Thank God.

Grace is undeserved favor.

April 05, 2006

What appetite can do



Maybe two years ago.


2005. The camera? Well then use the same shirt.

2006.

Big change? Interesting.