kubo

Since I was a kid I am so fascinated with this kind of house… I remember we had our own hut but without stairs… but my Aunts and Lola built another one for keeping some other things purposes… there, I played alone because no one lives there. I put my toys on the “bangerahan” (I don’t know how others call it.. it’s like a kitchen) and would pretend cooking and washing clothes alone, sometimes with my younger cousin or little bro or the kid in our neighborhood.

I felt like that I was home inside the hut. The breeze of the air was deferent, the coolness of the floor, the creaking sound of the bamboo… I love those things… and I am still wishing that I could own one standing beside the beach.

Few days ago a fellow deviant artist asked me to sign up on their forum KUBO…

Here’s how they defined the KUBO FORUM:

“Bahay KUBO kahit munti ang halaman roon ay sari sari…”

The name KUBO was derived from a famous Filipino Folk song “Bahay Kubo” which became an inspiration to a dream of unity and shelter different forms of expressive art forms from traditional art to contemporary digital art. Kubo not just shelter for Filipino Natives artist but also explore and collaborate with other nationality. Kubo is a home for anyone who wants to share and learn from everybody. Respecting each other’s individual beliefs. [ more ]

i have nothing to say

says it all

the road not taken

[man made forest - bohol]
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

a poem written by Rober Frost

*an unforgettable poem during my college days...
someone took that pic for me...

in the eyes of a child

[bohol - forgot the name of the beach]

When you look to the past for lifes long hidden meaning
For the dreams and the plans made in your youth
Does the thrill to achieve match the warm hidden feeling
That lies so still and lives in you

In the eyes of a child there is joy, there is laughter
There is hope, there is trust, a chance to shape the future
For the lessons of life there is no better teacher
Than the look in the eyes of a child

Youve found the place to walk the path youve chosen
Youll never miss the world youve left behind
When life gives life, its happiness unbroken
When you give love, its love youll find

~ air supply

so far away

[view of chocolate hills from cruz daku mountain]

So far away
Doesn’t anybody stay in one place anymore
It would be so fine to see your face at my door
Doesn’t help to know that you’re just time away .
Long ago I reached for you and there you stood
Holding you again could only do me good
How I wish I could, but you’re so far away
One more song about movin’ along the highway
Can’t say much of anything that’s new
If I could only work this life out my way
I’d rather spend it bein’ close to you
But you’re so far away
You’re so far away
Travelin’ around sure gets me down and lonely
Nothin’ else to do but close my mind
I sure hope the road don’t come to own me
But there’s so many dreams I’ve yet to find
But you’re so far away
Doesn’t anybody stay in one place anymore
It would be so fine to see your face at my door
And it doesn’t help to know, it doesn’t help to know
It doesn’t help to know
You’re so far away

~bamboo

journey

[panglao beach - sunrise]

Half the world is sleeping,
half the world's awake
half can hear their hearts beat
half just hear them break

I am but a traveler, in most every way
Ask me what you want...to know

What a journey it has been
And the end is not in sight
But the stars are out tonight
and they're bound to guide my way

When they're shining on my life
I can see a better day
I won't let the darkness in,
what a journey it has been.

I have been to sorrow
I have been to bliss
Where I'll be tomorrow,
I can only guess

Through the darkest desert
Through the deepest snow,
Forward always forward, I go..

What a journey it has been
and the end is not in sight
But the stars are out tonight
and they're bound to guide my way

When they're shining on my life
I can see a better day
I won't let the darkness in,
what a journey it has been...

Forward, always forward...
Onward, always up...
Catching every drop of hope
In my empty cup

What a journey it has been
And the end is not in sight
But the stars are out tonight
and they're bound to guide my way

When they're shining on my life
I can see a better day
I won't let the darkness in,
what a journey it has been...

What a journey it has been...

~ Lea Salonga

risk

"pitiful is the person who is afraid of taking risks. perhaps this person will never be dissappointed or disillusioned; perhaps she won't suffer the way people do when they have a dream to follow. but when that person looks back and at some point everyone looksback -she will hear her heart saying. "what have you done with the miracles that God planted in your days? what have you done with the talents God bestowed you? you buried yourself in a cave because
you were fearful of losing your talents.so this is your heritage: the certainty that you wasted your life."

~by the river piedra, i sat down and wept

paulo coelho

anghels

''....st. peter!... wait for me!... '', said the boy.

banka

(Loboc River)
 
.... habang ang nanaghoy sa suba ay nakaidlip.

freedom!

(Loboc River)
 
look for the kid on the pic..

solitude

(Bohol -  a tour after our youth organization's biennial convention)

Trying hard to reach out

But when I tried to speak out

Felt like no one could hear me

Wanting to belong here

But something felt so wrong here

So I prayed I could break away

lets volt in

We have the yearning
To do what is best,
be someone special from all of the rest.
Nation and brothers in unity
building tomorrow, for you and for me.
We are the world of the restless and young,
And we need a hand to guide us,
Helping each other,
build each other as long as were together you and me.