Monday, March 30
It didn't take long. I used to draw that kind of setting many times before when I was still studying interior design at PSID (Philippine School of Interior Design) in Makati City (a loooooong time ago) and I guess I still have the hang of it.
Sunday, March 29
An animal resting or passing by leaves crushed grass, footprints and perhaps droppings, but a human occupying a room for the night prints his character, his biography, his recent history and sometimes his future plans and hopes. I further believe that personality seeps into walls and is slowly released. This might well be an explanation of ghosts and such manifestations. Although my conclusions may be wrong, I seem to be sensitive to the spoor of the human. Also I am not shy about admitting that I am an incorrigible Peeping Tom. I have never passed by an unshaded window without looking in, have never closed my ears to a conversation that was none of my business. I can justify or even dignify this by protesting that in my trade I must know about people, but I suspect that I am merely curious.
Having read that, I stopped for a while, stood up and surveyed my room. What would Steinbeck say about my cluttered books, the colored pencils on the table, the more than full waste basket, an unfinished drawing and some crumpled papers on the floor? What about the hanged towel that defied gravity? I have to smile at the thought that he would probably say: The recent occupant has problems and on top of those is that she is unfocused.
And then I continued reading...trying to focus : D
Friday, March 27
Yes, I am proud to be a Boholano...but that's deviating from my main topic, Danao Adventure Park. Truth to tell, it was a pleasant surprise to learn that they have come up with that idea. The Local Government Unit (LGU) of Danao has done it again with their recent addition to their eco-tourism projects: the zipline-the longest in the Philippines. They're also promoting other adventures like root climbing, cave exploring, kayaking, mountain trekking, rappelling, boulder climbing, tubing, bird watching, camping, village and organic farm tours.
Special moments for me are those that come unexpected though I must say not all that come unexpected are special. But this one is: It was about six in the evening. The sun had set but the sky was still tangerine and it held for a few minutes more. I stood in the quiet for a while enjoying the view, smelling the waft of blooming ilang-ilang in the breeze, taking it all in. It was enough to make my day. Then a hummingbird suddenly flew down from nowhere and perched on a twig somewhere near, making noise that could mean a scolding or a warning. It was quite different from what we usually hear in the morning when their calls are sweet and far between. I heard a baby bird call getting louder while the mama continued making a racket, perching from twig to twig. Then it stopped. There was a soft chirping and then there were more. I carefully moved towards the sound for it was getting dark and I didn't want to scare the birds. Then the moon appeared (it was full and yellow!) and there, perched side by side, were five baby birds and a mama, backlighted by the moon.
Thursday, March 26
Monday, March 23
One of the most exciting things I did was when my good old friends, Nong Honorato and Nang Matea who owned a motorboat would invite me and some friends to join them diving for danggit (a kind of fish), sea urchins and other edibles like shellfish and crabs...at night! It was pure excitement! And afterwards we stop at the beach to grill our harvest over the fire, sharing jokes and fishermen tales while waiting made the food even sweeter.
I have been a beachcomber too. I collected shells, colored pebbles, bits of corals and driftwoods. At times when the sea is calm, we go dolphin watching. When we're lucky, we get to see many of them.
Saturday, March 21
This morning while I was doing my laundry, my niece Tere (she just graduated! Inkcode) took turn in babysitting Epol. She let him ride on a stroller and they were talking baby talk while going around the house. Every time they pass by, Epol would call me: Lola Tol! And I would answer: Epol! Then the next time around, he said: Goodnight, Lola Tol and then he sort of took a reclining pose, pretending to be asleep with a matching snoring sound. And then he laughed!
What a wonderful way of starting a day!
Thursday, March 12
After the usual "how are you's and stuff like that, my friend looked at me and said, "Sally, you look old!"Shocks! I would have retaliated. I would have said "but you look older" but I didn't. Not my style. So I just smiled.
Sensing how I felt, his wife told me this story: A new member of their congregation was introduced to them. After the introduction, her husband looked at the lady and blurted out: "You are thin!" to which she replied: "You are rude!"
Saturday, March 7
However, I still could write about children, read good books about them and share what I learn. Yes, that would be it. And for starters, I have a book entitled Raising Godly Kids by Harold J. Sala. I like this one because it makes sense and does not sound preachy. It's a good read.
Wednesday, March 4
Tuesday, March 3
Much have been written about Bohol’s Chocolate Hills…yeah, yeah and the tarsier…and the Loboc River. It’s not that I’m complaining..I mean travel writers just couldn’t help it. Take the Chocolate hills for example. They are just too amazing not to write something about those hundreds of well formed hills and not just that…they are uniform..well, almost.
You should see the hills early in the morning and watch the fog crawl quietly at the foot of the hills that just as quietly disappear as the sun goes up. Now watch how the sun lights up the scene in silvery or golden splendor…yeah, you heard it right: s p l e n d o r . …Or you could view them at sundown to see golden browns and warm grays interplay to distiguish the hills from the ground. Or just be at the top of the hill and wait for the moonrise. Like a photographer, consider the light. Always.