October 24, 2010

The Hanging House

Batad, Banaue Day 1

This is The Hanging House. When we were still a few blocks away, we were all saying, why put a house in that area?! One quake or one heavy storm would wash this away... But that's actually the catch. It's one of the many landmarks in Banaue. Where souvenir stuff were sold and where Ifugao kiddos are everywhere! The kiddos are soooooooo love! They were smiling and bubbly all the while! Aaaaawww.. Glad they were there when we got there. Had a chance to chitchat and take piccies with them too.

Also, this was the place where Mark told us things about their lifestyles. The nganga, ikmo leaf, and *insert one more here* HAHA! The nganga makes your lips uber red BUT doesn't taste good and blackens your teeth in the long run. But then again, it's one of the tradition up there, that's just how it is. So wonder no more if you'll be seeing people with red-hot-lips everywhere! Haha. :))

Love the scene up there. Cool breeze from the greenies. The sun rays hitting my face directly but I felt no heat at all. You'll be overwhelmed by the view that you won't even bother to complain about how hot it is or how difficult the way is.

This is just the beginning of the trek. Can hardly wait for moooooooore!





TBD's first stop: Hanging out in the Hanging House. Banaue, Philippines, May 2007.

October 23, 2010

Scarred People Are Beautiful But...



I can fondly remember a highschool memory, I cut off a newspaper article from the beauty section by Lucy Torres-Gomez. It's about getting rid of scars, old and new ones. Which product will "do the trick". I am the clumsiest person in the world and my scars are my witnesses. There was one time, I'm jumping up and down while watching a live basketball game. Because of the adrenaline rush, I didn't feel the pain until I saw blood coming off the wound. We all know what happens after, a scar emerged from the same place and now, some 4 years after, it's still there. And then there were my Palawan Pantals. I got some allergy, from the sea water perhaps, during my Coron Trip last 2oo9. It saddens whenever I look at my legs now and see dark spots on them. Someone made me realize these scars would fade in time, what's important is that the memory along with why I have it is worth it. It changed my whole perspective of getting rid of it. Until last night.

I finally decided to purchase a tube of Contractubex gel. The same product Lucy Torres-Gomez mentioned in her article, I made a mental note to self of the product's name. I'm on my third day now, applying it patiently, as often as necessary and whenever I can. I guess from now on, I just have to have a little faith, on science to do its wonders on my scarred legs. True in real life as it is with scars. I'll let you guys posted on how long it will take to de-scar me. Leaflet says it depends on the age of the scar, weeks and months, but hey. I have all the time to wait. I am no BS Pharmacy Major in Waiting for nothing.

Don't get me wrong. The darkness of the scar may be lightened or removed, but the memories stays. I still find scarred people beautiful. Always have, always will. Maybe this is just me saying that it doesn't have to stop there. There will definitely come a time you'd want to do something about it and move forward. I guess my time has arrived.

October 20, 2010

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After being online for almost the whole day, bloghopping from one independent fashion blog to another, I finally get pysched to start sustain my personal blog for good AND even claimed it via Bloglovin’ at some point for starters. I figured it all has to start somewhere right? This may be my square one, who knows... I came across this article from a friend who posted it as a Facebook note. Excerpts as follows:

"Oftentimes as children, we have dreams for the future, dreams of being ball players and actresses, super heroes and firemen. But most of the time, they end up just being wishful thinking. As we get older, we grow out of them. It’s good to play and have dreams as children, but when we grow up, we have to know the difference between a God-given dream and a wish.

I remember when I was a little boy, I dreamed of playing basketball for the Houston Rockets. That was definitely a fantasy! Beyond our wishes though, we all have dreams placed inside of us by the Creator of the universe. In fact, the Latin word for “desire” means “from the Father.” One way to tell if a dream is really from God is that the desire won’t go away. You may have had it for years, but you still can’t let it go. In fact, you may have tried to let it go, but it won’t let go of you.

Today, I encourage you to search your heart and allow those God-given dreams to surface. He placed those desires inside of you for a purpose, and He’s going to use them to direct you into the destiny He has in store for you!"

Those lines never left my mind since! I kept thinking and praying for it to finally be revealed to me. Don’t get me wrong, looking back, I have no regrets at all. For most of the beautiful people in my life now are from the Pharmacy Industry, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Like what JhnMyr said, quoting his iPhone, “There is nothing to undo”. BUT surely, for me, there are lot of things LEFT TO DO.

So I better start doing something, anything, right about now. Time’s beginning to appear like ice in my hands. To moving forward!!! And you too, can you do something for me please? Send me some loving, luck, and pixie dusts thru this: Follow my blog with bloglovin.

Thank you so much! xx
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