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A view of Lake Venado from the top A few months back, a friend posted some pictures of us during our climb to Mt. Apo . It made me reminisce the past and as I did, it curved a smile on my face. I miss that place, I miss the people we spent those days with and I miss the feeling of getting to the top of the mountain... As I describe it, as FULL of AWESOMENESS! 1st Day: Monday, Aug. 21, 2005 We've just arrived in Kidapawan In climbing the tallest mountain of the Philippines, Mt. Apo , you can choose between the Kapatagan and Kidapawan trail. Well, they say there is a third trail but I'm not familiar with it. For first timers like us, we followed the Kidapawan trail. They say it's the shorter but the steeper trail between the two. We left Davao City on a Monday morning, and arrived in Kidapawan before lunch. Settled our permits and off we went to Lake Agco Resort to stay for the night and prepare for the climb the following day. 2nd Day: Tuesday, Aug. 22, 2005 Pre

It was a long weekend in the Philippines last Aug 27-30, 2011. The 27th & 28th fell on a Saturday and Sunday. The 29th was National Heroes Day and 30th was the celebration of Eid ul Fitr. And these days just fit our getaway paid tickets purchased a year ago through Cebu Pacific's piso fare promo ( www.cebupacificair.com )! Labsy and I were a bit hesitant to pursue this trip, but the holiday announcements made it too easy to say YES! So, we geared up, while a few days earlier, requested my friend Glinn to book us for a Studio Tour and The Buzz experience at ABS-CBN , and off we went for a splendid holiday at NCR! Us @ ABS-CBN Studios BTW, the tour was Php 150.00 each and you may call for reservations at (63)(2)415-2272 ext 3622 or 3624. Further if you need to get reservations for known shows like ASAP , Showtime, etc. on your preferred date(s), better make the call on the first day of the month, two months prior to your preferred date. Example if you need to watch it on

Some of my blog entries were about my adventure trips. Often, if not all were the story of myself who have been in awe with the beauty of the place and the hospitality of its people. This includes my birthplace, Davao City. When I was a child, my mom would take me and my brothers to all the events, Araw ng Davao (every March 16) and Kadayawan (usually third weekend of August, this year is August 21). It has been a while since the last time I participated on the celebration, yell on the streets and take pictures of the outstanding moments of the event. So, this year, I told myself, I'll be walking on the main streets of Davao and experience Kadayawan once again, and so I did! After fulfilling and sweating-all-day along the street, it gave birth to a wish. I wished I could be witness to the street dances of all festivals in the Philippines and make it the next trend on my blog posts-Philippine Festivals and Culture. Today I was searching for the first festival I might be interes

I've always associated myself with the word patient and forgiving, because I believe that I am. But I also know that I am not perfect. I could be patient, but my patience doesn't last a lifetime. I could be forgiving, but I cannot forgive if I'm still hurting. It dawned on me today that my patience does not exist anymore, that the wound is still too painful to offer forgiveness and anger is too strong to ignore. I realized, it's either I ignore the existence of one person and co-exist, or declare war, force a win and perhaps lose my values. So I kept my distance. I chose, not to co-exist. I chose to excommunicate and declare an unfathomable barrier in between two walls. I thought I've only got to do this to one person, but NO, maybe the world holds too many holes for exceptional psychologically challenged beings (That's my own description, no medical basis. LOL). Now I've known two. One I cannot trust about anything anymore, and decided to not join in an

This morning I woke up with a lovely song lingering in the air. Suddenly the bedroom seemed to changed and I felt like everything went back to the early part of the decade of the 90s, and then I felt my lips curve and showed a meaningful smile. I remembered when mp3 wasn't there yet. When all I have were cassette tapes to play our most loved and appreciated songs. When internet was never heard of and lyrics can only be found on the "song hits" magazines. I recalled myself as a music fan and a lover of good melodies. I felt a ticklish feeling as I imagined myself, back in the days when everything seemed to be very expensive for a regular high school student, that I was. When Air Supply's  songs put meaning to everyday's hope. When Francis M, Gary V, Vanilla Ice, and MC Hammer among others, inspire us to put moves and geared us up for an active and energetic event. As I went down memory lane, my company when I studied for an exam or a long quiz were hip-hop or r