STORYBOOK FOR A CAUSE: Artwork & Life Stories

I lost myself and I endeavored to find it back again. Hence, my quest that led to my spiritual journey.

Baguio City 05.06.2000 Dying is the unleashing of the spirit. Only God has the right to take life as He was the one who gave it. The spirit must go back to Him pure. The spirit is powerful. It is free, it is boundless. When it is born with man, however, it is imprisoned by the body. It is tamed by the limitations of the physical being. The body is a cell. It is a cocoon for the spirit. The chrysalis break (and that is death), and it releases the soul and the spirit. Hence, the spirit must be hatched at the right time. Man must not take life. Evil must not take life. Only God. Capital punishment does not serve its purpose. It may only perpetuate evil. Evil could not be stopped by death. It only destroys the cell, the cocoon, but the unhatched egg or spirit lives on. It would soon find another cell. The stained spirit struggles to accomplish something so it lives on the incomplete life it dwelt on. Hence, when it dies in sin, it would live on in sin. With the Grace of God, it will...

I kept planning to henna my hair, but I just couldn't get around to doing it again, Yes, again! I went to meet with Annie L, fresh from China and thanks! for the free box of RESHMA HENNA. I will try to color my silvery strands and I hope it works. ---------- --------------- --------- -------

  My coffee moment... End of January 2009, I decided to travel with my siblings to Mankayan to give our last respects for auntie Jane, someone who had been to us a consistent caring mother-figure in that old hometown even after we left the place for years. The travel to Mankayan is a journey back in time. It's centered mostly on our store-resto named Mankayan Cafe, full with childhood and growing up memries. Hitting the Halsema highway set the time backwards. This was punctuated by the intermittent smell of chicken dung, as we tried to overtake trucks and trucks of fertilizer backloads! Made my temple throb. The smell was like that pesky fly that would not go away. It was a chilly January. The cemented Mt Trail was no longer that boring, compared to the rugged, bumpy road way back then. I was on the middle seat, no choice, as I wasn't able to beat Ming to the window, and of course, I couldn't argue with Dammi to give up her side. Nways, it was a smooth ride, of course, sans...

Louie, Girlie, Seven, Lumel, Jannah, Zannel, Clarence, Sabeth, Jam, RJ, Bon, and Zach came and we had some party! They brought in food, chicken and pizza, and a barrel of beer!! Had another bonfire. Louie set up his cam and hunted for some orbs. Got nothin. So I took some shoots, and there you go. Crazy manifestations, dont you think?

New year open dinner