I can not remember a time when I wasn’t there for him. He is the man that I have always wanted to love. He is strong, so much that he became indestructible. He has walls that I can’t come apart. I can’t even get in. One time, in my solitude, I thought of being his girl. But yet in my solitude, it permits me not. 

What is it with him that I am terrified of him? Why can’t I tell him just how much I adore him? 

He is not a typical guy who would hug you when you are sad. Not the man who would let you touch him when he is mad. He’s not the type of man who adores the simplest things you do. Certainly not the one sorry for his behavior. 

He is romantic in some way. In his own godless way. I cannot tell whether or not he likes me. One day, he’s sweet, the next day, he’s so cold. When he’s near, I can’t look at him. 

When he’s far, I can’t stop thinking about him. He is so much of a man that I have always wanted him to be but he is too selfish at times. Too selfish that he forgets that I, too, have feelings. 

I have forgotten what it’s like to be man-touched. Or be loved. Or be longed for. Or be cared for. He loves mystery so much that he became one (borrowed from Papertowns). I was trying not to care for him, at least for a day, but it’s hard not too. 

How can I not care for him when the word care for me tells me his name?

  

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Woman and her child gets attacked for walking thru a black Neighbor hood.. Please watch the video for awareness.

“Woman and her child gets attacked for walking thru a black Neighbor hood… This is some sad shit to see and we wonder why we dnt get respected because of stupid ignorant shit like this. I hope they put her ass under the jail….. And the one’s standing by and laughing just as ignorant #Sad #TheWorldWeLiveIn” Caption of Ivan Jackson‘s Facebook post.

We were at the office when one of my colleague sent me this link. This is unbelievable. Why would we want to fight with one another because of our indifference? Why would someone hate the other because they are not of the same color? Why pretty hurts? Why discrimination seems like a holy grail? What are they up against?

I hope you can share this. Stop discrimination. Stop ignorance. Stop bullying.

May is a very special month for me. Aside from the fact that this is my birth month, it’s summer too! Pretty amazing huh. So this blog talks about why I was not able to update since I cannot remember the date of my last post. Fast forward to today, I am busy because of few things.

  1. I am a certified business woman now! Yes. I am a business woman now. It’s pretty much related to one thing that I ever loved! Apparels. Yey! I have a new business that’s called Renee’s Closet. It’s formerly known as Dress to Kill but that’s way too overused. I decided to have it named after mine. It’s more of a summer collection. You can check on my Facebook account to see more of it.
  2. I am a weekend warrior at the beach. Thank holy goodness for the weekend rest days! I get to camp at the beach every weekend. Surf. Eat. Read. Sleep. This is an ideal life. So the place I go to is a remote area and the connection is sporadic, I can’t find time to share with you my wonderful experience back there. I will make sure to post pictures soon.
  3. I am reading a lot lately. Sometimes what we need is something that’ll feed our minds and soul. One good thing about the new Blackberry Software Update is that I get to download from amazon.com. That was the reason why I have Our Daily Bread that I, take note, can also set to remind me every end of my shift at work. What a great way to start my day. (My work starts at night and ends in the morning.) I bought 10 new books. I have about 50 eBooks to read. And believe me, this is euphoric and so addicting.

There it goes. These are the things that fill my days. Fill me in with yours.

“We have a long way to go to
being the perfect couple, we certainly don’t live the fairy tale marriage, he
doesn’t shower me with rose petals and fly me to Paris on weekends but
when I get my hair cut, he notices. When I dress up to go out at night, he
compliments me. When I cry, he wipes my tears. When I feel lonely, he
makes me feel loved. And who needs Paris, when you can get a hug?”

I can’t help but smile today.

Video  —  Posted: April 21, 2015 in Song, Uncategorized, Youtube
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Music Ministry

Pray for those who persecute you. – Pastor’s Wife

In my weakness,
You help me find
An immaculate remedy.

In my anger,
You help me see
Rightly

In my down fall,
You help me get back
On my feet

I am not after an exemplary life.
I am after wrapping my mind in
The concepts of healing and salvation.

For in my life,
I was blinded
By fear and anger.

But God has shown me a better way to live.
Fear is now my ally.
Because I fear not the society.

But my redeemer, my God.

Podcast Link here: Love your enemies by Pastor Joey Bonifacio

Happy Sunday! 🙂

Major jump-off: Ambasing Elementary School, Brgy. Ambasing, Sagada
Altitude: 1889 MASL (386 meter gain)
Days required / Hours to summit: Half day, 1.5 hours
specs: Minor climb, Difficulty 2/9, Trail class 1,3

For more information, you can visit this page.

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Nothing beats the satisfaction we get from natural resources. Cold water with my tired foot.

 

Your Booty Call Is Your Best Bud: The Ups And Downs Of F*cking A Friend

Here’s the actual link that you can click on: http://elitedaily.com/dating/booty-call-best-bud-pros-cons-fcking-friend/989914/

While reading, you can also listen to this song:

Video  —  Posted: April 9, 2015 in Essay, Journal, Random Thoughts, Reflection, Relationship, Writing
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There is no other mountain, when in Tarak.

I just posted my blog few days ago about Tarak, First Time Ever.  Yes. I was just there last February. And I came back.

This is quite a different story. This was my revenge climb as I was not able to summit it the last time because of the strong wind. My body could not take anymore of the cold. This is Jose‘s mother mountain. We were supposed to be climbing Mt. Daguldol in San Juan, Batangas and camped in Laiya Beach but some things really happen. So changed of plans. I chose this mountain for Jose’s first climb because this is my personal favorite. And of course I was after finishing this mountain as well. It works for the both of us! Yay! This was also Josh‘s come back climb after Mt. Tibig in Lobo, Batangas last December. This was his first climb this year. What a good way to start.

Of all mountains, (I’m not the only one proud to say it) Tarak captivated the whole of my being. From the rainforest,tricky, steep, sloppy assault to summit trail, challenging terrain and the pristine river, It is simply amazing! If you can declare your love for mountain, this one’s mine. My declaration of love for Tarak!

So I’ll start with the break down of the expenses:

Tarak Expenses

The bus in Alas Asin going to Manila is up until 6 in the evening, or ’til 7pm if it’s Sunday. In the event that you’ll miss the bus at 6pm then you can go to Balanga Terminal. It’s 1hour 30 minutes away from Alas Asin. Bus Fare is P48.00. Please don’t ask the conductor of the buses as they tend to say P50 for backpackers and climbers. (REALLY!)

For Contacts, here are some of the numbers of the people who can help you:

Nanay Cording 9174723978
Cris(Guide) 9481206687
Darwin(Guide) 9483496829
Ate Beth (Guide) 9495869556

Please note that Guide fee varies: Overnight- P800. Day Hike- P800, addition will be up to you but it is mandatory to give more.

The adventure starts here:

 12:15am – Departure (Pasay)

03:07am – Arrival, Registration at BRGY Hall. In our case, we did not get our own guide. (Ahem, I guided this group)

3:20am – Start ascent

5:35am – Papaya River (Rest, Take pictures, Chicha)

6:25am – Assault to Summit

7:20am – rest/ take 10 minutes, picture taking

7:30am – Resume

8:30am – Ridge (Finally!)

  • Breakfast
  • Rest
  • Picture Taking
  • Summit (15 minutes)

10:25am – Start Descent

11:35am – Papaya River

14:00pm – Start Descent to Nanay Cording’s

16:00pm – Arrival at Nanay Cording’s

  • We had Buko Juice and chicha
  • Took a nap (For an hour! Holy Mackerel!)

In this case, since we are already tired and muscles are swollen, we took a tricycle that will bring us back to jump-off. It’s a 15 minute walk by the way. But when you’re tired, 15 minutes is the longest walk ever! Tricycle fee is P150.

This adventure was a real fun. I actually listed a lot of things we lack of and things I learned from them. Here:

  1. Famine/ Hunger– Yes. As hard as it seems, we experienced food scarcity. I already brought packed lunch and my friends had their own. Imagine continuous walking for 6 hours in the woods and you have nothing but a starved tummy? Ow-Em-Gi!
  2. Dehydration– I thought I am gonna past out because we lack water. Imagine walking a challenging terrain and assault of 90 degrees up to the summit and the only option is to push through because you are already there? Good thing, I saw a group of men and when I ask them if they can give me water, they did not hesitate for a second. Oh, talk about nice people! Bless their hearts.
  3. Sleep Deprivation– This does not apply to me but to my friends, yes. They were both from work and they were not able to sleep prior to this climb. I was able to sleep for 7 hours. But I was still sleepy and if going down isn’t mandatory, I would’ve stayed there sleeping for the rest of the day!

You see, this mountain is classified as a Major Climb. This is 1,130MASL that we’re talking about. Day hiking it is really epic especially for our friend who just did his very first climb. Poor Jose. Plus he didn’t know I am LOLing him here. 😛

Know more about this mountain here: Tarak Ridge by Pinoy Mountaineer

My packed lunch. Tinapa and Ham.

My packed lunch.
Tinapa and Ham.


I get too excited sometimes and I can't just rely on what they give as the ETA. My ever reliable Blackberry App never fails!

I get too excited sometimes and I can’t just rely on what they give as ETA. My ever reliable Blackberry App never fails!


So here we are at Nanay Cording's. Before I even realize it, we already walked 15minutes. Way to go.

So here we are at Nanay Cording’s. Before I even realize it, we already walked 15minutes. Way to go.


So we're here.

So we’re here.

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Papaya River. What a Pristine.


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Photoshoot while we’re resting.


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He did it best.


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My favorite stolen shot.


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Josh and Jose in action.


Our trail pictures.

Our trail pictures.


This one's pretty much my favorite. I love this picture of myself with nature.

This one’s pretty much my favorite. I love this picture of myself with nature.


At the ridge. 8:30 in the morning. It's a sunny day. We're sun-drained. I'm so thirsty.

At the ridge. 8:30 in the morning. It’s a sunny day. We’re sun-drained. I’m so thirsty.


Our breakfast at The Ridge.

Our breakfast at The Ridge.

 Psalm 18:36 “You provide a broad path for my feet, so that my ankles do not give way.”

Ariadne Captures Best

Posted: April 8, 2015 in Uncategorized
“When Great Trees Fall When great trees fall, rocks on distant hills shudder, lions hunker down in tall grasses, and even elephants lumber after safety. When great trees fall in forests, small things recoil into silence, their senses eroded beyond fear. When great souls die, the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile. We breathe, briefly. Our eyes, briefly, see with a hurtful clarity. Our memory, suddenly sharpened, examines, gnaws on kind words unsaid, promised walks never taken. Great souls die and our reality, bound to them, takes leave of us. Our souls, dependent upon their nurture, now shrink, wizened. Our minds, formed and informed by their radiance, fall away. We are not so much maddened as reduced to the unutterable ignorance of dark, cold caves. And when great souls die, after a period peace blooms, slowly and always irregularly. Spaces fill with a kind of soothing electric vibration. Our senses, restored, never to be the same, whisper to us. They existed. They existed. We can be. Be and be better. For they existed.”  ― Maya Angelou

“When Great Trees Fall
When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.
When great trees fall
in forests,
small things recoil into silence,
their senses
eroded beyond fear.
When great souls die,
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly,
see with
a hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
examines,
gnaws on kind words
unsaid,
promised walks
never taken.
Great souls die and
our reality, bound to
them, takes leave of us.
Our souls,
dependent upon their
nurture,
now shrink, wizened.
Our minds, formed
and informed by their
radiance,
fall away.
We are not so much maddened
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance
of dark, cold
caves.
And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.”
― Maya Angelou