find_pageturner
female - 38 years, PHILIPPINES, Philippines
Blog 23
works that have long been treasured and some new insights...
memories worth remembering,
lessons to live by,
dreams to cherish,
and a vision worth your time...
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My Pancit!
more often than not, on any occasion and wherever, gather around the restaurant table, or call for made to order food to be brought to a BYOP school activity, the "pancit" is on the list.
the noodle/ or the pasta come in different shapes, and we still call them, "pancit", a one-dish fool proof meal for every pinoy.
so what's your pancit like? deep fried with toppings? guisado with seafoods? with seasons veggies?
let me think...let me think
i just took a picture of my version today. i used veggie meat,and fresh greens from the garden ( kangkong and alugbati)
yummy 
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Breakfast, anyone ?
Nothing beats a healthy, yummy breakfast, you'd skip snacking!
Look at my plate! I have rice, friend tofu,corn&egg omelete and hot & spicy sauteed bean sprouts
Mangaun Ta! -
My Vegetarian Experience
It's been months and months that I haven't updated my account, and i could count many reasons why, and decided to pop up today:
Been on vacation, travel, got sick, busy at work, internet line cut-off, oh you can add more!!! what I'm excited to at least start exploring is my vegetarian experience for sometime now.
Hmmmm...am I writing again???
http://findheartworks.blogspot.com/
Happy New Year To All, who hopped in, dropped a note, read some notes, greeted me on my birthday, wished me wonderful holidays, and left with warmth.
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Remembering Mama
Sixteen years ago, I lost my mom to a vehicular accident. From Butuan City she was airlifted to Cebu City and confined at the hospital where she had comma for 11 days. Her physical body did not last to endure the head fracture and on the 12th day, we witnessed the removal of all the attached wires and tubes from her petite figure.
I could remember that her final breath was a relief for all of us around. We were crying as her body turned colder and colder. And that was it. For the next hours and days we kept reminding ourselves how our mom would like us to be when she's gone...more so, start from the basics, how she wants her burial to be.
Yes! that's our worry, we were so conscious how our mom likes things to be in proper order, in other words, she was so "maarte!", and we love her for that!
Why were we so worried instead,of the most absurd things to think of in the midst of so called "lonely" moments of the family? Its because, we knew that at anytime,our mom was ready to go.
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thanks to friend Sheri (sfharper) who inspired me to write about The Voice.http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/42910... A story about second chances.
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Dayuday
Dayuday is the tribal version of the violin. Its a Binukid term ( the dialect spoken by the Bukidnon tribe) in Dalwangan, Bukidnon, Philippines.
The tribe is ably led by Bae Inatlawan, a symbol of composure amid pressure of the outside world. So much words were written about her. A glimpse to their daily activities, the accomplishment they've gone in the Ancestral Domain Claim are telling how she's made as a leader. Actually, not nearly enough.
This SPEEDvideo for her leadership is likened to the Dayuday...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a2EMaoZlCGw
an instrument that makes melody, the melody that creates music...the music that brings people together...
The scene happened at 5:30 in the morning of April 20, 2008. So early? But the kids are already up, waiting for breakfast prepared by the youth. The venue is the "Tulugan" or the daraghuyan Cultural & Heritage Center. Take a look at the candid smiles of the kids. While i shot the pics and took the video clips, the kids were not camera conscious...for the reason that, they're used to it, their community is already receiving guests from all over.
I've been with them for sometime, and have witnessed how kids are honed, the Daraghuyan way.
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I met my first love, the second time around
On February 14, I met my first love. Again. Meaning, the second time around.
A friend told me that she was in this meeting with a ballet teacher, and his studio is just around the corner. And mind you, he accepts adults! Hmmmm… Ive been looking for a studio who accepts adults in their ballet routine. Maybe now is the time. 
So I checked it out. True enough, a little introduction, recital stories, the accident I had in high school which made me stop dancing, and the 20-year break....and I'm in!
Hehheheh
my previous blog on that ballet shoes goes...
http://en.netlog.com/find_pageturner/blog/blogi...-
Oh no, not for recitals, but just for workout.
Now what do you call that,
did I hear it right, midlife crisis ???? hehehheheheh
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crossing the bridge for a change
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Hur0I1hh1I
Will you cross the bridge when you get there? I had this line labeled in one of my pics here on netlog.
It’s a common question to ask when you want to explore something unknown…something that’s beyond the usual… something you haven’t tried…
On my birthday, and for a change, I took the leap on deciding to throw a party… not for me, not for my family, but for the kids of the Bukidnon tribe.
I crossed the bridge and the steps took me to a colorful and meaningful event to meet the kids of Daraghuyan Ancestral Domain.
My guide and escort Lorie already informed the youth leader that we are arriving, so she made mention of having lunch together and some parlor games. My friend Chy, who introduced me to the idea of visiting the kids whom their group has assisted through networking for their school needs, was on vacation. So basically its was just me whose a total stranger who arrived at the Daraghuyan Tulugan in Dalwangan, Malaybalay, Bukidnon.
The tulugan was packed when we arrived at 10:30 on the morning. Lorie, proceeded to prepare our lunch while I proceeded to do as instructed according to their custom : to give the “batasan” to the tribal chief Bai Intalawan, and narrate my purpose of the visit.
I was well received, and Bai explained their custom of presenting the “batasan” before any visitor could be entertained to express his/her purpose. As we discussed, everyone was listening intently, and Bai mentioned that every time there’s a visitor, the kids and adults alike are encouraged to gather around and listen to stories and custom, which form part of the activities tribal school.
Presentation of songs and dances followed. The 28 kids present were wearing their costumes. they divided themselves into groups and danced to the beat of the drums and the melody using the pipes. Everybody knows what the other is doing, and they took turns in beating the drums, blowing the pipes and playing the rest of the musical instruments . As dances and songs were performed, Bai explains their meaning.
It was so colorful. So meaningful. I did not have time to cry coz I was busy documenting and talking and listening I wish you were there!
While I was conscious if the candies and give-aways would be enough, the kids and youth were too concerned coz they said, they have other good dancers who are absent!
the bridge that will take us to the other side come in diferrent forms. how easy or hard is the trip, we are sure that something worthwhile is waiting to be discovered. I've made my first trip... I know there is so much to do, and more steps to be taken...to help the Scholars of KIN.
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Many of these bright children who are talented dancers, musicians, clay artists face a premature end to their education.
For more info, contact KIN at : kitanglad_1995@yahoo.com -
Cool blooper
Busy, techy days in Davao… there’s a day that we were freed to go outside the workshop venue and gather materials for a 5-8 minute video documentation. I’m with Marg and Kotoy, and our group chose to do the FRUITS OF DAVAO.
Sunscreen was ready but with the scorching heat and with the task at hand, I cannot paint our funny faces while we took videos and pics along the fruitstands, in the market, and along the sidewalks of select places in the city. While kotoy was taking an angle at crates of fruits being loaded and unloaded the trucks, Marg was calling me from across the street to point me to the fruit vendor who was peeling pineapple.
It was very strategic to keep the pineapple clean, and keep it from falling, the fruit vendor was using a bamboo stick to hold it like a barbeque in one hand, so his other hand is free to maneuver with the knife.
From where I am, I could already see the peeling process, so upon reaching the spot, I immediately clicked on the video… but I was already late. The pineapple is already undressed! Sensing I missed something, the vendor asked me what I wanted to see so he can demonstrate. What a gracious offer!
I told him I am taking videos and shots of the different fruits in Davao, and I was fascinated by what he does by peeling the pineapple. So he simply said, “ Utrohon nako maam” –(“ I will do it again, maam!”)
You know what he did? On split seconds, he just got a pineapple peeling from among the pile on the basket, propped it on the pineapple, and mimicked a slice! Whooala!!!
Cool blooper…
That’s one thing our teacher didn’t see on final report, or so we hoped
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-pO-EYGh6HU
but what’s with cut and paste if not done at the right timing? Whew! editing that only the people behind the scene are privileged to know, completes the package of learning.
practice, practice practice
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HOW I MET A BEST FRIEND
Of different times, of different circumstances, of different labels, we meet the persons that leave the marks of how we are today.
We were in Grade Five then, and I could recall we were at the lobby waiting for our turn. It was the time to screen for contestants to represent the school during the Home Economics Convention. The line was long, everyone was anxious to be called since the price to be chosen come in a bunch: a chance to see other schools, a time to meet new friends, a skip from the class, and as for me, a chance to see my crush!
the girl behind me shared her nachos, so, I poured for her half my lemon juice using the container cover, while I drank the rest. We chatted, sat on the pavement, ate our snacks and forgot we’re on for the screening.
But oh so, so,so were selected, which meant we have to compete with each other first, and who wins will represent the school. Huhuhu, tough ! ( do you know for what event it was
ssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh it was for stitching the Straight, Diagonal and L-Tear !!!
A question came to me for a while. Was it a coincidence that we were chosen? Or was it because, both our moms were Home Economics teachers? Whew! Interesting! But I knew, we did our best at it. The question came only later.
To cut the story short, both of us reached the Division Level, and on that level, she placed First, and me, Second.
I could only smile and dig more happy escapades every time i replay the exchange of words in my head, I just cannot recall who said what first. These were the lines…
Naa nakay “best fiend”? ( have you already got a best friend 
Wala pa…(none as yet…)
Ikaw? ( how about you
Wala pa pud… ( none either)
Sige, “best friend” nata ha!? ( So, let’s be best friends!
Sige, “best friend” na ta! (Ok, we’re now best friends!)
From then on, we were inseparable. So much good times to enumerate, and a number of misunderstandings settled. At one time, we were in tears, and literally shouting at each other while both of us holding the umbrella coz it was raining so hard!
Now , a question just came. Why so? We were so young then, and yet we tried to stick together. Isn’t that a wonder?
We stick to what we thought we were during our first meeting. ...we declared, we were best friends!
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Im 20% blogger, 30% visitor and 50% spectator only
Sad to note that I cannot pay a visit all the time, rarely do PM, and so am not able to reach out to all my “friends” on the list…so its true, a “hi” to some this week, “hello” to some the next event….sign the guestbooks ( and when I sense its been a while, I sign again).makes me think, ‘am I a friend?’ oh, this thing on the net…
Im 20% blogger, 30% visitor and 50% spectator only.
that’s being detached, I know,(an absentee friend but how can I be present today, when im nowhere to be sensed for the next couple of weeks or so? So I make it a point not to delete the page ive started. Anytime and anywhere I am, I maybe visiting my site and the others.
the others, who are not even on my list, the others whom I have denied to accept, the others whom have deleted me, the others who have made comments and encouraged me to express myself ( but im afraid to invite In the light of being absentee again)…
Whatever the status is, listed or not, have exchanged thoughts or not, when we see each in person…just say your netlog name, and we are friends!
I really admire the exchange of ideas on netlog. This community has a certain culture that bind frequent bloggers and spectators alike.
Those who survive here have a lot to share. Im a fan! Keep blogging!
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im posting this comment i had with TJ. just to update my little corner....just to let my other friends know im just around
http://en.netlog.com/tinklingjade/blog/blogid=1...-
