Oct 30, 2011


October 29-30, 2011. Upholding the theme One Green Mindanao: Mobilizing Bloggers to Promote Sustainable Lifestyle, bloggers  all over Mindanao and few from Manila flew to Iligan City for the fifth Mindanao Bloggers Summit which was held in Celadon, Pension House, Palao, Iligan City. Over a hundred bloggers participated in the said event, taking the responsibility of protecting mother earth and promoting sustainable lifestyle. It is a two-day summit filled with fun and of course FREEBIES. Well, thank you for our sponsors even if I've got only one shirt. The second day was packed with the exciting tour in the city.
if you are adventurous, try the zip-line of NPC Natures' Park and you'll gonna be  "WOW"
the cool, refreshing and tempting water of Mimbalot Falls
at the NPC Natures' Park where it houses the majestic Maria Christina Falls

Macaraeg-Macapagal Ancestral House
we've got the chance to visit the house where the two presidents of the Philippines stayed.

Gloria Arroyo and the late Pres., Diosdado Macapal

Play House of the former President of the Philippines, Gloria Macapagal Arroyo

behind me is the stunning Mimbalot Falls

Oct 27, 2011


ENSLAVED: An MTV EXIT Special Hosted by Jared Leto from Thirty Seconds to Mars (Official Online Premiere)

Human Trafficking is the second most profitable criminal activity in the world today, but many underestimate or simply don’t know about this critical global issue that affects us all.
MTV EXIT utilizes the power of music, film, and celebrity to engage youth across the world in the fight against modern-day slavery.
You should watch this documentary film made by MTV EXIT Foundation with the support of concerned organizations and individuals on the fight for the campaign of anti-human trafficking in the Philippines.


For info's click

MATA (Movement of the Anti Trafficking Advocates)

the official logo of MATA

Movement of Anti-Trafficking Advocates (MATA) is an anti-trafficking advocacy campaign geared towards motivating and engaging the youth to become voices for the voiceless victims of human trafficking in the Philippines.

Human trafficking is modern-day slavery, a clandestine pandemic affecting every member of our society. It occurs on all levels of society, transcending race, gender, and socioeconomic status.

Recently, the Visayan Youth Forum in partnership with MTV EXIT,  Australian AID, USAID, Dakila and IACAT,organized the first-ever National Youth Summit Forum and Media Camp on October 24-29 at Escaler Hall, Ateneo de Manila University, Quezon City.


MTV EXIT is a campaign about freedom — about our rights as human beings to choose where we live, where we work, who our friends are, and who we love. Most of us take these freedoms for granted, but hundreds of thousands of people throughout the world have had these basic human rights taken away.

They are victims of trafficking – modern-day slaves — and criminals have forced, defrauded, or coerced them into various forms of labor, or prostitution.
MTV EXIT aims to increase awareness and prevention of human trafficking through television programs, online content, live events, and partnerships with anti-trafficking organizations.
The UN’s International Labor Organization estimates that worldwide about 2.5 million people are victims of trafficking (ILO) Over half of these people are in Asia and the Pacific (ILO)
Criminals earn an estimated US$10 billion every year through buying and selling human beings (UN)
Check out this site to learn more about trafficking and how you can get involved in the fight against trafficking. Watch or download our celebrity-presented documentaries as well as the short films and promos, plus get information on live events we are producing.
To find out more about the campaign please contact us at info@mtvexit.org
We are calling not only for anti-trafficking advocates but also all of you guys out there to please support this campaign to end trafficking in the Philippines.


Oct 26, 2011


This year is a remarkable year for the bloggers across Mindanao. This will gonna be the biggest convergence of all bloggers. Below are some important points why I'm joining the Mindanao Bloggers Summit 2011 in Iligan City...

** i want to meet my fellow bloggers around Mindanao and Philippines

** listen to the inspirational messages and informative speeches to the  

** OMG! David DiMuzio will be there..He's so GWAPO kaya. and i dont want 
    to miss the private concert with him and with the rest of bloggers. This is equal to FUN.

** i heard that there is a CITY Tour. I am so excited for this one because I have never been to Maria Cristina Falls and to the rest of the “laaganan” in the city. Sa akong 2 years na pagstay diri sa Iligan City, wala pajud ko nakalaag sa mga Falls here in the city. 

** lastly, the theme “One Green Mindanao” really interests me to join this biggest event in Mindanao.This theme has been a part of my advocacy.

** WAIT! there's more (last najud ni)..Globe will going to cover my registration fee for free. Yes! They are not kidding because they are not kid. haha:)

m.globe Your one-stop portal to the ultimate mobile web experience

WOW! Supporting the said event will be Globe Telecom-one of the largest telecommunications in the Philippines, and they/we are currently promoting m.globe. "I am a Globe user for about 5 years na and it really offers me numerous apps and promos not only to Iliganons but to the rest of Filipinos worldwide. Well, thanks to Globe. Nang dahil sa Globe, abot ko ang Mundo! Maliit man ang mundo, bundok man o dagat ang pagitan, basta sa GLOBE lagi kong kapiling ang mga minamahal ko. Nang dahil sa Globe, LIBRE ang registration fee ko:)
Sa Globle Posible. m.globe has been very generous and useful for me as a blogger and as a Youth Ambassador of PeaceTech ( a non gov org who's mission is to promote peace using technology and lessen discrimination between the Christians and Muslims ), I can easily get closer to my friends and can easily share what I want to share.

Two thumbs up for Globe!

Don't miss the FUN and the GREAT EXPERIENCE. Register na! See you there at the summit  Bloggers:)

Oct 6, 2011


My "drawing" which I called an "art" seems to be full of drama because for some reasons which I can't tell for now. (I remember) This was an assignment in our literature class (English4) when I was on my freshmen year in the university. After one year, I have just found out this stuff and decided to put it on my blog.  I love this story-Moonlight and I hope you'll like it too.

PENCIL ART-This is the Moonlight drama. (haha) It wasn't bad after all.

Moonlight is a short story by Guy de Maupassant
Abbe Marignan's martial name suited him well. He was a tall, thin priest, fanatic, excitable, yet upright. All his beliefs were fixed, never varying. He believed sincerely that he knew his God, understood His plans, desires and intentions.
When he walked with long strides along the garden walk of his little country parsonage, he would sometimes ask himself the question: "Why has God done this?" And he would dwell on this continually, putting himself in the place of God, and he almost invariably found an answer. He would never have cried out in an outburst of pious humility: "Thy ways, O Lord, are past finding out."
He said to himself: "I am the servant of God; it is right for me to know the reason of His deeds, or to guess it if I do not know it."
Everything in nature seemed to him to have been created in accordance with an admirable and absolute logic. The "whys" and "becauses" always balanced. Dawn was given to make our awakening pleasant, the days to ripen the harvest, the rains to moisten it, the evenings for preparation for slumber, and the dark nights for sleep.
The four seasons corresponded perfectly to the needs of agriculture, and no suspicion had ever come to the priest of the fact that nature has no intentions; that, on the contrary, everything which exists must conform to the hard demands of seasons, climates and matter.
But he hated woman--hated her unconsciously, and despised her by instinct. He often repeated the words of Christ: "Woman, what have I to do with thee?" and he would add: "It seems as though God, Himself, were dissatisfied with this work of His." She was the tempter who led the first man astray, and who since then had ever been busy with her work of damnation, the feeble creature, dangerous and mysteriously affecting one. And even more than their sinful bodies, he hated their loving hearts.
He had often felt their tenderness directed toward himself, and though he knew that he was invulnerable, he grew angry at this need of love that is always vibrating in them.
According to his belief, God had created woman for the sole purpose of tempting and testing man. One must not approach her without defensive precautions and fear of possible snares. She was, indeed, just like a snare, with her lips open and her arms stretched out to man.
He had no indulgence except for nuns, whom their vows had rendered inoffensive; but he was stern with them, nevertheless, because he felt that at the bottom of their fettered and humble hearts the everlasting tenderness was burning brightly--that tenderness which was shown even to him, a priest.
He felt this cursed tenderness, even in their docility, in the low tones of their voices when speaking to him, in their lowered eyes, and in their resigned tears when he reproved them roughly. And he would shake his cassock on leaving the convent doors, and walk off, lengthening his stride as though flying from danger.
He had a niece who lived with her mother in a little house near him. He was bent upon making a sister of charity of her.
She was a pretty, brainless madcap. When the abbe preached she laughed, and when he was angry with her she would give him a hug, drawing him to her heart, while he sought unconsciously to release himself from this embrace which nevertheless filled him with a sweet pleasure, awakening in his depths the sensation of paternity which slumbers in every man.
Often, when walking by her side, along the country road, he would speak to her of God, of his God. She never listened to him, but looked about her at the sky, the grass and flowers, and one could see the joy of life sparkling in her eyes. Sometimes she would dart forward to catch some flying creature, crying out as she brought it back: "Look, uncle, how pretty it is! I want to hug it!" And this desire to "hug" flies or lilac blossoms disquieted, angered, and roused the priest, who saw, even in this, the ineradicable tenderness that is always budding in women's hearts.
Then there came a day when the sexton's wife, who kept house for Abbe Marignan, told him, with caution, that his niece had a lover.
Almost suffocated by the fearful emotion this news roused in him, he stood there, his face covered with soap, for he was in the act of shaving.
When he had sufficiently recovered to think and speak he cried: "It is not true; you lie, Melanie!"
But the peasant woman put her hand on her heart, saying: "May our Lord judge me if I lie, Monsieur le Cure! I tell you, she goes there every night when your sister has gone to bed. They meet by the river side; you have only to go there and see, between ten o'clock and midnight."
He ceased scraping his chin, and began to walk up and down impetuously, as he always did when he was in deep thought. When he began shaving again he cut himself three times from his nose to his ear.
All day long he was silent, full of anger and indignation. To his priestly hatred of this invincible love was added the exasperation of her spiritual father, of her guardian and pastor, deceived and tricked by a child, and the selfish emotion shown by parents when their daughter announces that she has chosen a husband without them, and in spite of them.
After dinner he tried to read a little, but could not, growing more and, more angry. When ten o'clock struck he seized his cane, a formidable oak stick, which he was accustomed to carry in his nocturnal walks when visiting the sick. And he smiled at the enormous club which he twirled in a threatening manner in his strong, country fist. Then he raised it suddenly and, gritting his teeth, brought it down on a chair, the broken back of which fell over on the floor.
He opened the door to go out, but stopped on the sill, surprised by the splendid moonlight, of such brilliance as is seldom seen.
And, as he was gifted with an emotional nature, one such as had all those poetic dreamers, the Fathers of the Church, he felt suddenly distracted and moved by all the grand and serene beauty of this pale night.
In his little garden, all bathed in soft light, his fruit trees in a row cast on the ground the shadow of their slender branches, scarcely in full leaf, while the giant honeysuckle, clinging to the wall of his house, exhaled a delicious sweetness, filling the warm moonlit atmosphere with a kind of perfumed soul.
He began to take long breaths, drinking in the air as drunkards drink wine, and he walked along slowly, delighted, marveling, almost forgetting his niece.
As soon as he was outside of the garden, he stopped to gaze upon the plain all flooded with the caressing light, bathed in that tender, languishing charm of serene nights. At each moment was heard the short, metallic note of the cricket, and distant nightingales shook out their scattered notes--their light, vibrant music that sets one dreaming, without thinking, a music made for kisses, for the seduction of moonlight.
The abbe walked on again, his heart failing, though he knew not why. He seemed weakened, suddenly exhausted; he wanted to sit down, to rest there, to think, to admire God in His works.
Down yonder, following the undulations of the little river, a great line of poplars wound in and out. A fine mist, a white haze through which the moonbeams passed, silvering it and making it gleam, hung around and above the mountains, covering all the tortuous course of the water with a kind of light and transparent cotton.
The priest stopped once again, his soul filled with a growing and irresistible tenderness.
And a doubt, a vague feeling of disquiet came over him; he was asking one of those questions that he sometimes put to himself.
"Why did God make this? Since the night is destined for sleep, unconsciousness, repose, forgetfulness of everything, why make it more charming than day, softer than dawn or evening? And does why this seductive planet, more poetic than the sun, that seems destined, so discreet is it, to illuminate things too delicate and mysterious for the light of day, make the darkness so transparent?
"Why does not the greatest of feathered songsters sleep like the others? Why does it pour forth its voice in the mysterious night?
"Why this half-veil cast over the world? Why these tremblings of the heart, this emotion of the spirit, this enervation of the body? Why this display of enchantments that human beings do not see, since they are lying in their beds? For whom is destined this sublime spectacle, this abundance of poetry cast from heaven to earth?"
And the abbe could not understand.
But see, out there, on the edge of the meadow, under the arch of trees bathed in a shining mist, two figures are walking side by side.
The man was the taller, and held his arm about his sweetheart's neck and kissed her brow every little while. They imparted life, all at once, to the placid landscape in which they were framed as by a heavenly hand. The two seemed but a single being, the being for whom was destined this calm and silent night, and they came toward the priest as a living answer, the response his Master sent to his questionings.
He stood still, his heart beating, all upset; and it seemed to him that he saw before him some biblical scene, like the loves of Ruth and Boaz, the accomplishment of the will of the Lord, in some of those glorious stories of which the sacred books tell. The verses of the Song of Songs began to ring in his ears, the appeal of passion, all the poetry of this poem replete with tenderness.
And he said unto himself: "Perhaps God has made such nights as these to idealize the love of men."
He shrank back from this couple that still advanced with arms intertwined. Yet it was his niece. But he asked himself now if he would not be disobeying God. And does not God permit love, since He surrounds it with such visible splendor?
And he went back musing, almost ashamed, as if he had intruded into a temple where he had, no right to enter.