My Earth Day

Target Island near Bulalacao, Oriental Mindoro: Odon, who was trying to explain why it was called that way just finished gulping 3/4 of his bottle of Fundador and said everything in a slur.

"Ayam myan (hic!****)kya** charget* ayands kse** jn ngpraktish ppuchukin*** mnga bombahh**** nung @@*@*8japnesh war"

If you can make something out of his speech,  you will get a little idea where this island got its name, though the information is definitely not for wikipedia.

From a distance, this island looks like a sleeping dragon in the middle of the sea

it gets to be more grotesque as you go closer

Balatasan Island:  A revisit to an island I fell in love with while recuperating from an accident made me realize that this beautiful island, in spite of human acquisitiveness and avarice, is still very idyll and poetic.  I am so glad I saw it in its pristine state, its beauty unaffected, back in the days when... greed has not taken over.

 

I basked for weeks on this shore.  It was like a mother to me.  Now look at its bald spot!

A happy visit to my cousin, and a whirlwind adventure with my sister, brother and nephew

 

No Talk Just Eat

This is a mouth-watering photo of what "Emma Ate" the other day.

creepy appetit at La Crepperie

If I will draw an illustration of what goes inside my body now, it will be a slew of what you can find in a glutton's diary!

There is life throbbing inside every cell of mine!  And that is what I call H-u-N-g-E-Rrrrrr!  This wild greed is once again palpable and very much alive.

Ziva has nothing to do with my crimes of passion but the burger- the burger at pancake house yesterday was oooohh!

My great friend Therese prepared this food oozing with love when I visited her more than a year ago.  I cannot forget how gooood it was.

I would choose this situation a hundred times over than this scenario:

sick.  too sick to even want to see food.  mouth is dry.  esophagus is not wanting entry.  loosing weight without even a fight!

Loosing weight without even a fight??? How can anything be worse than this?

I am happy to welcome back the big A!! Appetite is back!  It slipped out of my mouth maybe as I talked, lost it, then it found its way again, back to where it used to belong.

You know that it's back when your mouth starts to salivate once again- that means your brain is sending signals that a double dark chocolate crepe topped with ice cream is what this life is all about for that fleeting moment of voraciousness!

Always hungry.  The stomach would want to churn, and turn, and grind.  Grind! Grind! Grind!  You get addicted to food and you love seeing other people eat and you think of food immediately when you wake up and you think of your next meal while you are in the middle of a meal and you imagine food and you open your ref each time you see it and you almost want to live in your kitchen and you think of places where you can gobble up and then the pounds start registering and you feel your waistline and your thighs, then your face starts to swell up, then you get up and with the conviction of a revolutionary, you put up a fight!  Once again, your weight is in your hands.  Your life is yours again to take or live!

This darn business of getting sick and recovering is worse than the US depression!

Next agenda is to get fatter that you would want to exercise!  come join me in my quest for life's greatest challenge- to be or not to be.

What goes down, must come up

I believe that instinctively all creatures would tend to reach for the sky or the heavens as its ultimate goal.  There is a force so compelling that even without understanding,  we are heaven bound.  In the same manner that plants follow the cosmic energy of the sun, our lives and habits have revolved around it and that darkness, even darkness is only a prelude to the birth of light. 

Light gives hope.  With the breaking of a new day, comes new life- an old new life even.

 The ritualistic setting and rising of the sun is a much photographed phenomena but little do we understand beyond its beauty that it is a key to understanding our life's journey.

As the roosters invoke the coming of a new day, so do little insects and plants.  The last of the dew drops hanging by the seconds know that his turn is up as the sun rises to rule the day.

 Light begets life.  It begets beauty. It paints colors and nuances.

  
It brings a smile.







Over in the meadow,
By the old mossy gate,
Lived a brown mother lizard,
And her little lizards eight,
"Bask!" said the mother;
"We bask!" said the eight,
So they basked in the sun,
On the old mossy gate.




always wear sunblock when basking dear lizzies!

Chihiro of mine

I remember a very familiar and a thoroughly loved little face when I saw this picture.  I have one of my own- my very real Chihiro! 

 You would love Sofia just as much as Chihiro  (Spirited Away)  is loved by everyone!

Not the ordinary sweet girl, no, no, no, no, no.  She is sweet and sour like the great Chinese dish!  She's got all the flavours! 

Can't be spirited away.  That is for sure!  

She is turning 3 this November- this feisty, loving, funny, bright Chihiro of mine!

Missing her!  

 

Dear Marites

Dear Marites,

This is like going back in time when you were in high school and was a classmate of my dear brother, Edgar.  You do not know this, but I looked up to you, Carmencita and Bella.

You see, my brother had a very funny way of admiring some girls in his class.  You will not guess if at all he actually had a crush on someone because whether he actually was interested with someone or not, he would always with endearment say something contrary to how he felt.

One thing I am sure though is the fact that he enjoyed being with his old friends from high school.  I don't think that he made any close friendship with his college mates and found anyone worth his while with colleagues from work.

It is a great pleasure for me to have reconnected with you and some of his friends.  This is one way of keeping his memory alive.

Now, you told me that I do not write that much anymore.  I have not posted any entry in Frogglerocks lately but have been writing in my site in WordPress.  That blog is interesting because it is a different material.  You might want to discover my dark side.  It is all over that blog!

Thank you for sending this old photograph of me and your brother Cesar in our JS Prom.  Or was it some other occasion? (Whew!  I got stuck with the spelling of that word.  Thanks to auto correct!)

Let us keep each other posted.  I hope that this letter will make you smile tomorrow morning!

Fondly,

Emma