Mt. Haven Trek

The girl in red stilettos woke me up around three am. I grunted and she relentlessly shook me out of my sleep…time to go, she said…and I groaned knowing death march is part of the itinerary for this day.  I feigned sleep, but the impending thought of having to walk for miles is keeping me awake…and yammy is not giving up…she comes back shakes me again and I woke up frowning ready to complain — but changed my mind.  I took a glimpse at her and decided she is more scared of it than I am, and to complain might push her to the edge of worry and insanity.

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Project 365 for 2011!

Ice cream is my favorite ever since I was a kid!

Coffee Crumble Ice Cream.  Brought by Madam Dulce of Padd Solutions to lunch — first lunch ever for 2011.  Orman of and Avel of with Jenel traveled to Davao and has conspired with Ria to arrange this.  Ria, the girl behind did a splendid job with the food.  we had liempo, spaghetti alla puttanesca, pudding, and cake amongst other things.  Olan of, Kuya Lyle of and pretty Brendel of was also there.

This lunch was a pleasant surprise –and a warm way to start 2011.  During lunch, I was taking photos of everyone and project 365 crossed my mind.  And its only this morning that I have decided that I will start on it.  The photo above was taken last January 1– but I have not taken a photo on January 2…it sucks! it would have been cool had I started in January 1…arrrgghhh…

Sarangani Adventure

Sarangani has earned a spot in my travel plans.  I’ve never realized that a stretch of white sand beaches exists there…and not as expensive and as crowded as bora!  Kainnneeeessss, ngayon ko lang nalaman.
The beaches we visited in Gumasa Glan, Sarangani were soooo nice! and take note…we were traveling on paved roads.  I was so sure that we were already in the middle of nowhere, but no bumpy rides on this trip…well except for the common minor ones that lasts a meter long.We visited Isla Jardin Del Mar, Davak Ridge Beach Resort, Yoshikawa Crystal Island Beach Resort, and White Haven Beach Resort — all in Glan. Enrico Dee of even shared that there is an Indonesian community existing somewhere in Glan.Before, when I hear of the place Sarangani, I always associate it with the Blaan tribe. Period.  And I know next to nothing about the Blaan culture.  Needless to say, I had this ambiguous assumption that Saranggani is this place in the province.  No imagery of beaches and great cuisines pass my mind…nor have I ever thought of it as a place to go to to relax.  Now I know better.
facilities and scenery is not to be frowned at
@ Lemlunay Resort there is an infinity pool overlooking the
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Socksargen Blogfest 2010

I have not seen so many bloggers in one location until I attended the BlogFest SOCCSKSARGEN 2010 last December 11 in East Asia Royale Hotel in Gensan.  And even though I could not remember my first blogpost, I could still remember why I decided to have one.  It was therapeutic for me.  It helps me stay put and it kills idle time.  Needless to say, I blogged about — ME ME ME. But now my concept of blogging has developed into something bigger than I.  And its not only me who is realizing this.

Blogs nowadays do not only contain the author’s emo moments.  It now speaks of technology, tourism, politics, entertainment and more.  Blogs have morphed from personal to business.  And why not?  Blogs create good networks and thus creates more opportunities.  It can even get you a job or make self-employment easier.

It is apparent that across the globe, being online has been a part of many people’s lives.  We have managed to merge our daily lives with our online personas.  We engage in blog-like activities like status updates in our social networking pages and we post photos to share for our online community to see.  We get news online, and sometimes, the internet is faster in delivering tidbits of what’s happened than the media. Communication has never been so easy and fast…sometimes, it beats real time.

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Visconde Case

If Hubert Webb is indeed innocent, our decadent judicial system is again proving to us how inutile it is.  
But as citizens, didn’t we play a part by overlooking the fact that no proper proceedings were executed, and yet, we rallied to have this man’s head to be on the platter because we FELT, it was the right thing to do?

Had they declared him innocent before, I could imagine us rioting at the same decadent system we ridicule now.

Which makes me wonder… what makes us so expert in terms of defining justice when we cant even examine our own selves. 

Links that may be useful:
Ms. Janet Toral’s insight on Hubert Webb and the Vizconde Case
I like this post because it shares photos of various documents and the like

Manila Times’ Article on Vizconde Case with maid testimony
by Jonathan M. Hicap, January 15, 2005

Hubert Webb’s Facebook Page discussion on Jessica Alfaro’s Alleged Testimonies

Make some love. Earn some living.

 Do what you love…for me, is a bad career advice.
How many times we find ourselves saying it to other people?
How many times have we been fed with that cliche?
Too many to count, I guess.  It has become an integrated part of our growing up.
Our seniors would often highlight their success by saying they have succeeded because they are doing what they love.  Don’t believe them. They are successful because they are good at what they do.
And no, they are no more lucky than you are.
Thing is, we are complicated, multi-faceted, and our interest shifts as time goes by.
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The Kikay in Me

As much as I want to act tough and no matter how many times I steal my brother’s clothes to wear them, I still like being feminine.

Yes, I usually have days where I just don on whatever is on the clothes rack and just paddle my way out of the house like an ugly duckling, swaddling and all.  I don’t mind if I don’t wear make up or I don’t wear high heels on every party.  I even smuggle my trusty havas in parties because, as we all know, high heels have a way of straining our legs and patience.  But hey, women have high tolerance for pain, why do you think we end up with jerks sometimes?

I’m certified KIKAY. I love make-up, I adore shoes, and I drool over gorgeous men handbags.  I feel happy when, out of the blue, someone would say I look beautiful and healthy.  I find it interesting how I look and feel different when I dress up.  I get amazed at how tight dresses can make my waist smaller and my bust bustier…not that such clothing are advisable all the time, lack of oxygen due to tight wardrobe can be very dangerous.  You tend to say things you don’t mean *haha.

One certified kikay thing I do is my penchant for skin cleansing kits.  Not that I religiously apply them, I just like having them around.  Makes me feel feminine…whatever that means.  I grew up with a mom that had a salon, so I grew up seeing beautiful women strut around.  I like watching women with beautiful faces.  I just don’t like it when I begin to stare…they tend to get uncomfortable.  Even in my photography, I like taking photos of women’s faces and features…it’s just sexy. Continue reading

Men Will Never Change

Dear Abby,
I’ve never written to you before, but I really need your advice on what could be a crucial decision. I’ve suspected for some time now that my wife has been cheating on me.
The usual signs… phone rings but if I answer, the caller hangs up. My wife has been going out with the girls a lot recently although when I ask their names she always says, “Just some friends from work, you don’t know them.”
I always stay awake to look out for her taxi coming home, but she always walks down the drive. Although I can hear a car driving off, as if she has gotten out of the car round the corner. Why? Maybe she wasn’t in a taxi? I once picked her cell phone up just to see what time it was and she went berserk and screamed that I should never touch her phone again and why was I checking up on her.
Anyway, I have never approached the subject with my wife. I think deep down I just didn’t want to know the truth, but last night she went out again and I decided to really check on her.
I decided I was going to park my Harley Davidson motorcycle next to the garage and then hide behind it so I could get a good view of the whole street when she came home. It was at that moment, crouching behind my Harley, that I noticed that the valve covers on my engine seemed to be leaking a little oil.
Is this something I can fix myself or should I take it back to the dealer?
Thanks, Stuart


Having the girl in red stilettos around is kinda nice.  After a year or so of not stepping into a salon, I suddenly found myself being pampered at Bliss <— it’s this salon beside blue gre in landco.

Yammy has a way of tugging you around in places you’d usually ignore…in my case, the salon.  I have my own “mani and pedi girl” who visits me twice a month.  And growing up with a mother who used to own a salon means I have only to visit my mom and harass her  for my needed grooming. Hehe parang aso ^.^

As a woman, I like being pampered.  And when we were ushered to the area where we will have my nails done, I saw MY couch and fell in love with it. HAAAY. You bet I stayed there for hours. hehe. Continue reading