I might as well enjoy it.
One thing I really like about how we, Filipinos, celebrate Christmas is that we don't only SHOW it, we also try to FEEL it. I hate saying it, but I am really anxious what my friends will wrap in those boxes with my name written on it.
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"what you sow is what you reap"
STRAWBERRIES being sold at the Strawberry Farm. A box costs 200 pesos.
COLORFUL TAMBO (soft broom). How about dyeing my hair like that? Hmmm.
FLOWERS IN BLOOM. I spotted them in front of the new Lopez Hall of Leaders at the Philippine Military Academy (PMA).
I was in Baguio City last week. I was directed by my boss to cover a story in Pangasinan so we had to rush to this farm in Manaoag on a Tuesday morning. I had to finish the script the night before so we had something to work on for the video shoot. We finished the job early so we decided to pass by Baguio City first before heading back to Manila. We stayed there for two days. We went to the Strawberry Farm. There's not much strawberries this time of the year because they are not in season. A box costs 200 pesos and they are not even the best ones. We also made some sidetrips at the Philippine Military Academy (PMA), and Botanical Garden and Mine's View Park among others.
This week I will be coming back again to Baguio City for another assignment. :-(
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a moment ago, i was attending a meeting. i got bored. so bored i wanted to walkout in middle of a discussion. but i changed my mind. i need to be there. it's my lost if i walked out. so anyway, while ms. A and ms. E were discussing on the "issues of life" which i got bored listening to, i found myself writing a poem (which i haven't done in ages).
Blinded by colors
I came into this world
remembering nothing
– but a darkly lit room.
The night was solemn
but I didn’t know that.
Black was the first color I recognized
White was my last.
Then a yellow flick of light
cut into the night
creating shadows and funny shapes.
The glow quickly swayed
Playing and dancing
Slowly vanishing
as if someone deliberately blowed onto it.
Then there was darkness.
I felt home again.
-rtdc/011042008/darkcornerdenyingmyexistence
