Archive for July 2008
National Museum Tour and Binondo Food Trip
Posted by: rina on: July 23, 2008
It’s my first time to visit the National Museum, I shamefacedly told John Silva during our guided tour. I was sitting down on the floor at the time, we were almost halfway through the three-hour tour and I wanted to rest my legs. He was standing in front of me, and upon hearing my remark [...]
jOePM? ano daw?
Posted by: rina on: July 23, 2008
jOePM – terminology basically referring to OPM (Original Pinoy Music) as performed by an American, or with an American twist. Recently coined and being practiced with much gusto by “ako si chris” from Hoboken, New Jersey.
Eraserheads – Huwag Kang Matakot
For what purpose, you say? To be amused by the inevitably hilarious [...]
Kagsabua, 3
Posted by: rina on: July 21, 2008
Even as I was gushing about the magnificent beauty of the Philippine Eagle in my previous entry, yet another eagle was shot dead in the forests of the Mt. Kitanglad Range Natural Park in Bukidnon province.
Kagsabua, a three-year old male, has not had an easy life. He was shot and captured n 2006, then [...]
Lord of the Forest
Posted by: rina on: July 15, 2008
If it’s possible to fall in love with a bird…
this would be The One.
“It is possible that no one has ever described this rare raptor, one of the world’s largest, without using the word “magnificent.” If there are those who did, then heaven heal their souls.”
“In the kind of irony all too familiar to conservationists, [...]
oo, gusto kong sumama!
Posted by: rina on: July 14, 2008
I love all this buzz surrounding the Eraserheads reunion concert. I first heard of it only yesterday from Don, who saw it in a blog post referring to a short Phil. Star article confirming the event.
Apparently there have been murmurs on blogs, forum threads and mailing lists about this concert for a week [...]
open suitcases
Posted by: rina on: July 4, 2008
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On my way out to buy lunch earlier today, I passed by the open door to the living room of the family living downstairs. Scattered on the floor were open suitcases, clothes, various accoutrements. Apparently the seaman husband who arrived a few weeks ago will be putting out to sea again. It’s a scene familiar [...]
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