My Folkdance Chums

NO DANCE NO LIFE. Not my life motto. But i resort to dancing (in the bathroom ) when I don't seem to make a point in life.  FOLK DANCE TEAM. from left to right: Edmark, Ralph, Praise Novie, Me, Leona, Frances, Prima & JM. 

Gray themed photo from last years Pandanggo sa Ilaw practice.
from left to right: sitting: Edmark,  Leona,  Me, Andong & JM. standing: Frances & Garrett. believe me when i say Praise is there!

@ Jabi. It's Prima's Birthday! The one doing the so-highschool  pose is Edzel. Our maldita and puno ng pasensya na trainer. 

 Since my entire life had been a series of ego-inferiority complexes when it comes to dancing, and singing. Never have I thought that I will be joining the rows of folkdancers who compete for their batches in Nursing Fun Days.

I have sworn to myself that i will never dance again after this performance. The nerve to fix my stand in that stool, daring and unbearable. i WILL carry these memories forever. 

THE FINAL POSE. 

I have never expected to win. I compromised our championship streak because of my mistakes. Many nights of back rolling, perceived cephalhematoma, glass and water splash from outbalances. Finally, all worth it. 

AWARDS. Again the happiness is so evident. 

My partner Prim. During the performance, where everyone seem so entertained, I was saying sorry to her  for the mistake I made, still she continued to smile, showing her sparkling dental braces..  Smile, even though you messed up, at first. Recover from falls and stand up, with grace, poise and bearing. That's Prim. The severe qualities and tough composure she's having, hidden beneath that blue filipiniana. 

These beautiful people. I've learned a lot from them, including how to stretch my patience ahead.

Here it is. The TROPHY. 

"If you step out of line, make a beautiful mistake."
I had my own share of mistakes while dancing our final performance, and they aren't the beautiful ones.   I really did. And I cried. You can see them if you watch this video. But we won. I don't know if I should partake with the recognition. I was so down that time. I can only hope to redeem myself in the next level.
And also my parents are so proud of me. 

Papa's Day

My father. The Man of the House. 

in here my Papa dances, i think he's listening to an old song,or some Avril Lavigne single. Taken when I was 16. My brothers were small, they had transformed quite immense. 

      My father is a history fanatic. I can still remember the days where he used to tell stories about cradles of civilization. I must admit, I have taken a liking on them. They contributed greatly to my interests. With the easy access to internet in our house, my papa makes a time of his life researching for nuggets of information for his lectures and reconnect new trends in history than skimming on obsolete and dusty old-fashion books in the library. 

     I think I'm having a flashback... *ripples*

  Back when I was a dog, ^*&#@* I mean a child, our parents quarrel all the time. I don't remember why, i think its given that I can't recall them at all. Yet for some reason I thought that they're breaking apart, and my mama jokingly asks me if to whom shall I go with if it happens. I chose my papa. I'm happy it never happened. It turns out my parents were attached to strings of a normal married life. I was young then, and I never figured it out that way. My mama's weakness is a notorious amount of cuddles and kisses from my papa, and I don't know what goes beyond that.

I love my parents! and my siblings! And this cheesy family. 

A Poem for the Aging

(Its funny that my brother pronounced it as a-ging! )

 

Morning was it when sleepy heads stand on both feet.

And Mother birds come from an all night seek.

The sun spreading light above the mountain peak.

To signal the morning life beat.

I face the mirror bewildered in crooked brows.

Seeing my reflection marked with little roads.

18 years have passed and more years to blame.

How they stole away the fresh porcelain.

The Fountain they say was never true,

Nor the falls that flow as mountain dew.

To bring back the youth that once was mine.

Slowly it fades, with the sands of time.

The smile, the eyes, the lips the moist of skin.

Outnumbered by the dryness of the cells within.

The Heart, it pumps seem an endless task.

My hungry Brain, a lot questions have asked.

We grew tall, lanky and

tired.

Jobless, old and beauty

denied.

Rotten, hag with gauzy

hair.

Trapped, and swimming

in depths of despair.

The little roads are lines of many smiles expressed.

In 18 years to counter moments of depress.

In everyday we lived, and are called mature.

The world breathes, as we become the sweetest manure.

           I had myself as inspiration for this poem, for I noticed the gradual aging process in my body, my soul and mind. I thought about Mother Gothel from Tangled, where she can adamantly restore her youthful appearance through Rapunzel's crowning glory, which is blonde.      Although enough verbal evidence told me already that I look younger for a college student, I still long to go back to the times where I play in the neighborhood and climb trees (all sorts of trees). *sigh

One Boring Night in the Hospital

I seriously admit, we hadn't been feeling very well because of the combined desperation to gain scores in the hospital plus the-day-before's lost battle (failure), that means we practically allowed the 400 Php + float away. 

Nevertheless.

I'm loving Disney. Its a magnanimous part of my childhood. In tapes and cds we watched Disney films, we virtually aren't deprived of entertainment appropriate our age. A Whole New World is my favorite, and among the duet songs i am very esteemed to sing. haha. I find it very viral. It never misses a repetition once i sing it during class/duty hours. 

And I forgot to tell you. We completed our scores already.

Happy Mother's Day Mama ko!

Connie Celestial. My most wonderful mother.

My Mama is worth everything to me and my siblings. I shall never allow that lowly idea to tarnish me again. 

I (We) bought Mama two cakes for Mother's Day. Its not that much Mama, We will buy you a big cake with your face on it, and a bouquet of flowers too when we get a job. What matters most is what we feel inside our hearts. That you are our WonderMom!  We love you Mama!

My sister's letter to Mama. Haha :D

My Own Sorting

I found this cute 
sorting hat toy in 
Booksale and got it for 35 Php. 
This once, I took Sorting all by my self, 
but I tried it on with Hagrid first. The mini Sorting hat places Hagrid in Griffindor just like  
whats in the book, but it keeps telling me I belong in Hufflepuff. Literally, no matter how many times I tried. I keep getting the "H" from the floating dice inside the it. 


I used it with the Sorting Hat's voice. Echoing and telling Harry,

"Not Slytherin? Well, if you're sure, better be Griffindor!"

I wish to bring it to school and try it on my classmates! 

Concepcion: a Summer Flavor

Maybe I should start by explaining why Concepcion is worth the go for a summer getaway. But because its past the witching hour, i'd conclude, i ran out of words, or really out of words to describe Concepcion's gifts. I thought, its beyond Superlative! 

So, I'd like to post photos of my summer vacacion. The once-upon-my-3years-in-college time where I got no summer class. That means, no shocking midterms and final exams in the next 2 weeks. yeahay! 

This the summary of hot, splendid hometown summah! I never got to appreciate them before, certainly I am now. 

These photos were taken using my tita's SLR which I admit, I had taken a liking on, forming some sort  of emotional attachment because I propel its way to see nature, events, and things very productive and purposely worth. 

Yellow Bells along the streets going to Iyang beach resort

Lola.Tita. Tito. Cousins

Lola Suping, some cousins, my brother and a hybrid curly prototype. 

Mateo-Josefina siblings and their spouses. 

Tita Laar, Nancy and  Gracia

The sea is part of me. We sail through it, heading to Sand Bar Island where shifting sand line is found. Never my first time,but the excitement seem new to me. 

Toto the sailor man, Ramon the chick boy and Inday Ave RN. 

So dare of me to wear sun glasses, mind you, its fashionably cheap. I believe.

The sea is crystalline. Tall man in CON shirt with crafted smile on his face just happy for his singlehood. This is going to be a fun vacacion on your own hometown. 

I'm from Concepcion, and I don't even know what island that is in the background! Just  get your eyes to see that strand of white sand.

LEVITATION. The act of hovering in air most practiced by wizards. 

Friends from Mindoro and Cavite. These Tagalog speaking buddies are very fascinated with  Concepcion, experienced a lot of first times and together shared happy memories of friendship.

My cousin Mahal, who I prefer to call Maharot. You see how her eye glimmers with peacock feather hairband to match.. 

My sister Princess, one of the two ladies in my life. I love her even if she annoys me sometimes. :D

CHOCOLATE CAKE. The brightest thing that ever happened to my family is their ability to make food like this. My titas know how to bake! Mucho Gusto!

Danie and Rejard- My classmates in high school. Me in my huggable shirt, or was it my  the shirt?  I got to give Danie a single flower from our karo and Rejard displays that smile for an SLR shot. 

With Jelle-  the conceited, perfectionist and vainest creature I've ever known but amidst all that, she stays TRUE. And yeah! I got hurt when they mention my imperfections. Never mind!

FALLEN STARS. The earth make home to seeds from the evening skies, and there! The Star Gazers are born, budding and blooming. 

African Daisy or otherwise known as Gerbera. It comes in different attractive colors. We never take for granted the  how sensitive they are, so we cover their stems in straws to keep them sturdy and strong enough to resist the breakage. The church people had tendency of pulling them out from our karo when the blessing is up. I took this picture.

BEAUTY IN BLACK. Not totally black. My cousin Cynara is pretty. Look at those eyes.

Others may complain on the lifeless things I capture whenever I get hold of a camera. But that is photography i think.  To seize the moment and capture the beauty in simple things and find their meaning.  

PRINCESS. A true princess is truly recognisable in whatever she wears.

Athena, Nina, Akina, Allison and Averil. 
Those were Gerbera daisies and other flowers we collect from other  karos. 

Cher, Jane Ann and my sister Guenever.
The smiles are testaments of a happy childhood.

BEAUTIFUL. A Stargazer illuminates with red Carnations. 

BREATH. A flimsy speck of belief to cling on. 

SALVATION.  He who died in the cross for our sins now rests and watches
 us create new ones.

NATURE. An array of beauty and blessing to the people of Concepcion. 

She Sells Seashells by the Seashore. Loads of marine life in Sandbar shore, but please let them alone. 

in a mini kubo. All smiles for an unlimited soda vacation.

EDITED. increasing the gamma effect. Well. Stunning? I don't regret altering it.  The original is below though. 

Its nearly 6 o'clock and we left sandbar with a promise. -That we will surely be back again.