Bohol Jump Shot

amazing crescent shaped sand bar of Virgin Island in Bohol . . .

had the privilege of doing a jump shot (well, almost!) with nice company around ;-D

want to do it again soon!

Cruisin'

sailed with friends on board a 40-footer yacht . . .

cruised cebu bay with the magnificent city and Mandaue bridge lights on the background . . .

watched cebu sunset before dusk sets in . . .

saw the moon rise while feeling the sea air kissed my skin . . . 

AWESOME CEBU EXPERIENCE!

B's

B - ohol

B - uco

B - each

B - lue waters

Koi

Please bear me with me my dear readers. Official business schedule and a whole lot of  other stuff make my life very, very busy now.  Meanwhile, I'll try to post every now and then  a picture or two of interesting things I got to encounter  in my damn busy everyday life.

My Small Steps for the Environment

Yours truly joined the mangrove planting in consonance with our women's month celebration. These may be just baby steps towards the protection of our environment but with your help and the assistance of other stakeholders, we can succeed in reforesting this denuded mangrove area.

Let us all go for a cleaner and greener environment!

Remembering my Father on his Birthday

I am sharing here the lyrics of a song that reminds me of my father:

"Dance With My Father"

Back when I was a child, before life removed all the innocence
My father would lift me high and dance with my mother and me and then
Spin me around ‘til I fell asleep
Then up the stairs he would carry me
And I knew for sure I was loved
If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him
I’d play a song that would never, ever end
How I’d love, love, love
To dance with my father again
When I and my mother would disagree
To get my way, I would run from her to him
He’d make me laugh just to comfort me
Then finally make me do just what my mama said
Later that night when I was asleep
He left a dollar under my sheet
Never dreamed that he would be gone from me
If I could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with him
I’d play a song that would never, ever end
‘Cause I’d love, love, love
To dance with my father again
Sometimes I’d listen outside her door
And I’d hear how my mother cried for him
I pray for her even more than me
I pray for her even more than me
I know I’m praying for much too much
But could you send back the only man she loved
I know you don’t do it usually
But dear Lord she’s dying
To dance with my father again
Every night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream

My father passed away thirty-three years ago. I was just an eleven year-old dreamy eyed girl then. The feeling way back then til now stays the same . . . I still miss him . . . but am thankful for having him as my guardian angel!

Happy birthday, pa! Your little girl is now a woman . . . a woman who never forgets that she's got a father who cares, who guides her all the way . . .

note: image from iclipart

House Pets ( in pictures)

Dory the flowerhorn

Tweety the bird

Donkey the goat

Koi 1 and Koi 2

Koi 1 and a golden tilapia

golden tilapia fingerlings