Tuesday, December 09, 2008
Maturity
"The science of color is sometimes called chromatics. It includes the perception of color by the human eye and brain, the origin of color in materials, color theory in art, and the physics of electromagnetic radiation in the visible range (that is, what we commonly refer to simply as light)."
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Moved South
I stayed in Zamboanga City for some time and Last June was the very chance I get to be. The place developed rapidly with tall buildings and more malls in the city. Old cinemas torn down and are now new structures of great interests. One thing is quite developed too. More traffic in the City. Maybe it’s a great part of developing places anywhere, globally.
In spite of the city’s glaring lights at night, I am thinking of people and friends who once with me back then. Some had traveled in their respective home places and some even go abroad. Most have their families now while I stayed single and there are few who simply just got lost (no contact) for no reason. Or maybe they buried themselves working too much in a corporate world. This place doesn’t feel the same.
I decided going to Basilan. An hour boat ride from Zamboanga City (20Php) with ordinary vessel. I don’t know with fast craft vessel, never got the chance to embarked in it. My nephew goes with me. As for some, going to Mindanao is a thing that needs a lot of nerves to decide.
Garden With A Natural Rock Formation
Camp Isawad, Isabela, Basilan
That’s what they’ve gained watching only local news.
News and more news.
I heard from a bus driver going to Bataan that the only thing that’s absolutely true in the news is its date.
There, I told the tricycle driver to give us a ride in the heart of one of Isabela’s barangay. As we arrived at friends place, their house wasn’t even existed in the area. Good grief, they transferred to a new place not too far from the former.
Actually it’s a serene place where you could hear cicadas screaming in gloriousness. Wind blows as the coconut tree leaves dances, fresh air hit your nostrils to rejuvenate the lungs’ oxygen and dry leaves scattered not as an eyesore but a part of good ecosystem.
Santol Tree House
{ On A Cliff }
Higher Than A Rooftop Of A 3rd Floor Building
Isabela has evolved in its new state since the last time I visited. They have now a newly developed plaza with a colored fountain at night. A fast-food emerge in-front of the Capitol building. Some resorts and camp sites are all in its good state. Nightlife is alive and well. It’s one heck of experience being there once more. Good friends, bottle of beer and hi-hos. Truly, it is a place of a real Republican.
In the heart of those terrain lies a magnificent view overlooking a nearby island, Malamawi. drillö
Sunday, September 21, 2008
The General Santos City
We’ve also visited Saranggani Province. Not too far from Gensan, a place of local fisherman and along the national highway you can see fishes and seashells on talipapa.
Some individuals simply display their catch for the travelers too see. A meter long octopus cost only a hundred (Php) and fish that are served only in big restaurants in Manila are for sale just along the road.
Moved forward. Kiamba. And there we go, another kin’s place to stay. They have a rice farm and their problem is an opposite problem in my province. In the field, the water don’t stop from emerging on surface even crops are about to harvest. And we, in Mindoro Occidental- water won’t emerge and it will never be. Rainfall is the only hope for most of the local farmers. We have this NIA (National Irrigations Association) but the water supply won’t suffice the hundreds of hectares farmland. So, I just shrugged in awe.
The opposite of Saranggani bay is Glan, located on the eastern side of its shore. Glan, they said is a mountainous area filled with breathtaking view from the top. A friend was inviting us to go to Glan but we don’t have enough time and budget. Hmmnnn… next time.
- The next morning, we find ourselves in van terminal going Pagadian City. Last trip is 10 in the morning. Travel lasts seven hours without any misfortune in our vehicle. Thank God. You can see different places reminding of what culture they have along every municipality. National Highway is cemented all across the region. Only the newly opened road in Cotabato is under construction. Van traveled via Polomolok, Koronadal, Tacurong, Midsayap, Sultan Kudarat, Maguindanao, Lanao Del Norte, South Cotabato. drillö
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Vacation
After All These Years
- It's been quite sometime since the last time i visited my blog. A couple of years or so- Making updates and Spending time in-front of the monitor seemed so difficult by that time. Made myself busy on things that i usually can't define. Hoping that this time around, it'll be more progressive- Good thing i listened once again to music that made my mind to rediscover my treasured past. If you want to try if it has a positive effect on you: click here.
Monday, June 12, 2006
Photography
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
One Of My Early Works + Childlike Imagination
Art As A Life
One Of My Early Writings (lyric)
“QUESTIONS”
Music and Words : Dante R.
Since my childhood days
I always wonder about how God let it be
That there will also be bad instead of just good ones
Now it clings to me
So many questions, lost of thinking
When will I realize and understand all of these?
Can’t we be let live in a perfect world?
Why, Oh why, Oh why, Oh…
My sweet God
You know what we don’t
Send us you guiding light
Untie our blindfolded minds
Let us see through the darkness 3x
Sun slit these black clouds
My eyes, then- get wider and made me understand
We truly are, living in a world of no questions
Just our instincts falls down maybe
Why do we always seek an example
For example is not a proof
Do we need to watch in awe before Jesus
Oh hear that robber ask for penance-
Sunday, May 07, 2006
CCP Backdoor
Sun is shining, the weather is sweet...At the bay. Tanghalang Francisco Balagtas (Folk Arts Theater).
It's a fine time Sunday. A blessed Sunday. Good thing to unwind and feel the breeze. The water though can't compare with those in our province, Occidental Mindoro. But it's good-
Filipino Heritage Walk
Tanghalang Francisco Balagtas -
After KALOOB - Filipino Heritage Walk at Folk Arts Theater. Long gone years and friends find time in each others presence. Decades of finding the real purpose of life in its existence and still, nothing much changed yet. So little time for so long years. Decade of decadence- maybe has been a part of my Youth. Look, i smiled a lot now. Distance that makes me feel alone sometimes is so melancholy: laughter, stayin' together and simply hanging around- (i don't feel no more). Nothing really compares when being around with people you knew for some time. And nothing can compare when you're in your homeland. Sentiments of being alone and alienated are all flushed away. Feel like a newborn once more. So many thoughts and ideas, dreams and longings, plans and schemes... i am much more excited now. Like a stone in a deserted land, there it lays. So many fragmented pieces, torn away from boulders, scattered. But as the wind pass thru, i am thankful that i am becoming more finer than ever and has more freedom to move along- drillö
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
A Place To Stay
I was just thinking... Where would we be right now if we pursued that PC Shop kind o' thing. The location is good. In-front of a National College is an advantage and boarding houses are all just across the street. Students and individuals are more likely to spend some time to drop-by. And so... I made an affirmation, it's not the right time for me. "Time and Chance Happeneth To Them All" drillö
Monday, November 21, 2005
My Music
Rockfest -
Being an artist as a musician is one of my big dream. 10 years of developing my craft and haven't perfected it yet. I started writing in college as a past time for having a half-day sked at school. It's my scapegoat to freed from boredom and forget things like being away from home. As a newbie in songwriting, I made myself be fond of local bands as part of my influence. Local FM stations back in '95 plays music that has no boundaries. Regardless of how anger or immoral the lyrics would be. And these sorts of things were not my preference. So, I looked back at my brothers’ cassette tape collection and found one of the great bands ever: Pink Floyd. I reviewed and listen to their music. Awesome! But I hardly play guitar and those king of performance is somewhat way too far. As a youth grown in early 90's, Axl Rose lyrics are a great way to start. But my mind has a little experience and was not exploited yet by that time. I find it difficult to compose a lyric that tells a good story and a fact of life that I dreamed. Someone told me, don't force myself to attain as such in a blink of an eye. I think of it for a very long time, until I remember Ramones. They are the band that uses three (3) or even (2) chords in whole song and yet still sounds so great. And as a guitar player who knew nothing about tablatures and notes, and the what they call "musician by ear"- in craziness, I push my best to the limit. And now, I already have 20 or more songs that I can say I owned. drillö







