Saturday, August 22, 2009


As an art enthusiast, I show extreme appreciation to various forms of artistic medium and expression. Painting is one of them. I was fortunate to have been invited by a classmate in Master of Arts in Special Education in PNU in the person of Ms. Lina Hombrebueno, who happened to have a brother, who was the master painting exhibitor in the name of Mr. Joe Hombrebueno. This exhibit is just one of his many painting exhibits not to mention in abroad where recently he had it in Dubai. I knew Mr. Hombrebueno, in fact, one time, when I was with Lina in their house in Quezon City, he made a sketch of me in lead. It came out to be so beautiful with minimal effort coming from him.

Indeed, it was really a privilege to be a part of this momentous event. The Exhibit was tagged as the “Masters of Colors Group Exhibit of Artworks” held in Technoportal Building of the high end Techno Hub in the posh UP Ayala Land, Diliman, Quezon City where on that day of August 21, 2009 was the opening. It was participated by a number of artists to include: Roland Santos, Jun Ramirez, Epifanio Atencia, Vic Bachoco, Charito Bitanga, Leonardo Cruz, Jose Datuin, Elizer Dimaculangan, Gene De Loyola, Giovanni Dela Rosa, Herzon Dela Rosa, Rea Dela Rosa, Isagani Fuentes, Ding Hidalgo, Domeng Labordo, Chris Magbuhos, Nick Masangkay, Pol Mesina, Victor Puruganan, Loreto Racuya, Eman Santos, Andy Urag, Art Zamora and of course, Mr. Joe Hombrebueno. This exhibit will be open till August 25, 2009. You may visit the place to see the wonders of arts which you will surely appreciate.

With me in the event was another friend and PNU Master of Arts Special Education Batchmate, Ms. Avelina Tan and her children Leland Robinson and Janina Clare.

The picture album for this particular blog is in my multiply account at

Thursday, August 6, 2009


YELLOW is a symbolic color for Former President Corazon Aquino, the icon of democracy, who led the Peoples’ uprising against Marcos’ dictatorship in February 1986. The world knew she died on August 1, 2009 at 3:18 A.M. in her hospital bed in Makati Medical Center.

I was one of those who were infected with this symbolic yellow fever when I witnessed the burial procession of the remains of President Cory
Aquino where I waited for almost six hours just to see her remains pass through Magallanes flyover. I was there at 11: 15 A.M. and finally at 5:06 P.M. I witnessed then what I was wishing for --- to see at least her casket at a distance. As the vehicle passed in front of me, I was stunned and became emotional. I did not know I was teary-eyed and finally sobbed then. The feeling was the same when the vehicle which carried the late Pope John Paul II when he visited Manila in 1995 passed through the place where I was standing.

Actually, my family and I, are the late Ninoy Aquino’s and Cory Aquino’s supporters. I was still in the province when the People’s Power in 1986 happened. Thus, I did not personally experience Cory’s magic in 1986. Never, did I meet Pres. Aquino, but I have been always updated with her. Indeed, she is an inspiration to many and it does not spare me too. I have high respect for her and believed with her profound sincerity and humility. Her saintly humility is contagious. I just wish I had it, too.

Now that she is gone, I have so many realizations. Firstly, I never thanked God that He gave Cory to restore democracy in the Philippines. What the Philippines now is what Cory had valiantly, laboriously and religiously fought for. Secondly, I never thanked God that because of Cory, Philippines was known to the world to be a prime mover of peaceful revolution. A few countries was inspired to do the same and it is more than enough, that being a Filipino, I should be proud of what she did for the Philippines. Thirdly, I never thanked God that He gave Cory to be the epitome of kindness, coolness in stressful situations and humility which in one way or another, as a leader who led by example, was worth emulating for.

At this point, there is no need for me to meet her just to let her know how thankful I am. I knew she can hear me. With this, with profound sincerity and utmost respect, I am giving her the highest form of thanksgiving that not a single human being had I given in my whole life. Some might have pitied me together with the rest for standing for almost 6 hours in Magallanes flyover just to see her pass, but for me, standing there and experiencing the sporadic rain showers was not really a sacrifice but a form of thanksgiving. In fact, I considered it as a MOMENTOUS EVENT not to mention of me being a part of a history.

Finally, I wanted to say thank you PRESIDENT CORY for all the legacies you have given us, as a nation. YOUR MEMORY WILL ALWAYS LIVE FOREVER. I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH! Now, that you are already in heaven, I INVOKE in you to also pray for the salvation of MY SOUL and SOULS of OUR COUNTRY’S LEADERS where some of them MIGHT now be pushing the Philippines into the brink of economic turmoil and destruction.

Friday, July 31, 2009


This is a part of my Anawangin Cove-Capones Island March 19-22, 2008 Holy Week Outing. The tour is just an overnight covering March 21-22, 2008. Capones is just a 25-minute boat travel from Anawangin Cove or 30-minute boat travel from Pundakit Beach of San Antonio mainland, Zambales. How can I forget my Capones Island overnight stay when I was so scared that only Rome Frias and I had camped in the island. We thought then that a lot of backpackers stay there for an overnight as a lot of the campers in Anawangin Cove had most of us desired to cross to the island to enjoy its scenery. Our boat dropped us on the other side of the island at 10:40 A.M. and had to trek for more then 30 minutes along the rocky beach line leading to the scenic Capones Lighthouse. We instructed our chartered boat man to pick us up the following day the same time and he did not tell us that nobody really stay there for an overnight. It was full moon then and the air was so crisp and chilling. The huge full moon was over us and bats were so noisy as if signaling us that witches were very much around. Rome and I had to pray the Holy Rosary aloud. However, the most rewarding was when we experienced both the sunset and sunrise just in the site where we camped and we had a sumptuous dinner. That night, I thought, ghosts and monsters would come to devour us. In fact, I sent text messages to all my family and friends telling them that I was in danger and told them I was camping in the island with only Rome Frias was my companion and any moment our lives would be in danger. The following day, when we asked our boatman, he told us that nobody dares to stay overnight in the island since some of the first to try had experienced haunting nights.

Thursday, July 30, 2009


This outing in Anawangin Cove covered the period March 19-21, 2008 located in the slopes of Pundakit's mountain slopes in San Antonio, Zambales. It can be reached either trekking the Pundakit mountain for an average of four to five hours or a 30-minute boat transportation from Pundakit Beach. The bus travel from Manila to San Antonio of Zambales is approximately four hours.