Bellinis Restaurant/SMEARED

We had a photo exhibit at Manila Collective, Cubao Expo, entitled SMEARED, and while setting up our photos we tried to have dinner at Bellinis Restaurant just beside Manila Collective.

We ordered Vongole and Pesto Pasta, Napoli and Altono Pizza and for dessert we had Obama Dark Caramel Cake, which taste all so good and had to finish all of it (to full to get up)

Then the owner walk over to us, Roberto bellini, a Paparazzi photographer in Italy, and says that ikaw may problema... thinking that i had done something wrong, then told me that never eat with you camera on your lap, put it on a chair beside you and says than there are no thieves in his restaurant. i always place my camera near my body because i lost my camera bag at fridays restaurant a long time ago

after a small chat he gave us free sweet wine which was so good i wanted to get and drink a bottle of it.







Itlog, which in the English language meaning “EGG”,

Eggs laid by females of many different species, including birds, reptiles, amphibians, and fish, have been eaten by mankind for millennia. Bird and reptile eggs consist of a protective eggshell, albumen (egg white), and vitellus (egg yolk), contained within various thin membranes.

Egg yolks and whole eggs store a lot of protein and choline. For this reason, the USDA (United States Department of Agriculture) categorizes eggs as Meats within the Food Guide Pyramid

Popular choices for egg consumption are chicken, duck, roe, and caviar. The egg most often humanly consumed by far is the produce of the chicken.

In tagalog the word itlog may be used in any term, like in school – anong grade ang nakuha mo… ITLOG!!! Or in sports – sya ay nag itlog sa shaded area (3 second violation in basketball), but I will use it as and acronym for my travel which would be I Travel Log or in short “ITLog”. I Travel Log, would be a documentation of the travels I (we) have made and with some stories and real facts that would accompany my photos.

And my first ITLog would be our travel to the place called “GANDUYAN”, or which is now known as “SAGADA”


Are We Really Crossing the Line?

Integrity is doing the right thing, even if nobody is watching.

I saw a TV ad sometime ago and recently saw it again, it saw a TV ad by HSBC entitled “Integrity”, where a photographer (paparazzi) is taking photos of a celebrity and wanted to take more photos of her more personal life, with the copy saying, “For many people, integrity is as important as money”.


Then I remembered a blog a few years back written by Jeryc Garcia, a photographer and an award winning creative, which talks about how a photographer would take a photo of a underprivileged child or person, then entering it in contests and winning, then buying the latest gears and taking more photographs of them not thinking of what they think or even giving back just a little something to them.


Is there a sense of honesty and truthfulness in regard to the motives of one’s actions?

There was one incident recently where a student downloaded a photo in the web and claiming it to be his own entered in a contest and to think the he is a student of political science…

Now where is the truthfulness in that?

A lot of photographers today not take advantage of the underprivileged and include their photos to their portfolio and even enter them in contests…

But do they really care about them? Do they look back and think about how they are doing or even think of really helping them?

Most of us do not!

Think about the ethical values, actions, principles and outcome of your actions.

And it sometimes depresses me thinking of what they are doing!


Mga Murang Kamay ng Ulingan

Bakas sa kanilang Kamay ang mga linya ng buhay,
sa murang edad ay nakaranas na ng pag subok at kahirapan.

Mga kamay nila ang gamit sa pag aaral, sa pag sulat,
at pag lipat ng mga pahina ng aklat.

Mga kamay nila ang gamit sa pag laro sa tabi ng tambak na basura,
at pag langoy sa marumi na dagat.

Mga kamay nila ang gamit sa pag takip sa ilong sa usok pag nag hango ng uling,
at gamit din sa pag pulot ng mga pako para maibenta.

Mga kamay nila ang gamit sa pagpapakita ng kanilang kalooban
na kahit ganito ang buhay nila...

Ang mga kamay na eto ay mapagmahal at masayahin.


Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high
And the dreams that you dreamed of
Once in a lullaby ii ii iii
Somewhere over the rainbow
Blue birds fly
And the dreams that you dreamed of
Dreams really do come true ooh ooooh
Someday I'll wish upon a star
Wake up where the clouds are far behind me ee ee eeh
Where trouble melts like lemon drops
High above the chimney tops thats where you'll find me oh
Somewhere over the rainbow bluebirds fly
And the dream that you dare to,why, oh why can't I? i iiii

Well I see trees of green and
Red roses too,
I'll watch them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world

Well I see skies of blue and I see clouds of white
And the brightness of day
I like the dark and I think to myself
What a wonderful world

The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people passing by
I see friends shaking hands
Saying, "How do you do?"
They're really saying, I...I love you
I hear babies cry and I watch them grow,
They'll learn much more
Than we'll know
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world (w)oohoorld

Someday I'll wish upon a star,
Wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where trouble melts like lemon drops
High above the chimney top that's where you'll find me
Oh, Somewhere over the rainbow way up high
And the dream that you dare to, why, oh why can't I? I hiii ?

Israel Kamakawiwo’ole - Somewhere Over The Rainbow.mp3

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Life's Journey

On life's journey
Faith is nourishment,
Virtuous deeds are a shelter,
Wisdom is the light by day and
Right mindfulness is the protection
by night.

If a man lives a pure life
nothing can destroy him;

If he has conquered greed
nothing can limit his freedom.

-Wise Buddha


How am I?

To keep our body I a good health is a duty… otherwise we shall not be able to keep our mind strong and clear.

-Wise Buddha

Last two weeks ago we were working our asses off even working over the holiday to meet the delivery deadlines of our clients, sleeping minimally or non at all, last week was almost the same thing, with work pilling up and have to do cope up with the load, then felt I was having a flu last Tuesday but still went to work.

Then on Thursday, I was not really feeling well (because of the flu) and was really felt weak so I decided to go and have myself checked-out at Makati Med. Waited my turn which felt like a lifetime and then my turn came up and went in, then was told to be admitted immediately which I though was just because of my flu but was wrong! My blood pressure was already 160/110 (normally should only be 120/80) at that time and this would be my first time to be admitted in a hospital.

Was brought to the Emergency Room and was given medicines and did some tests on me to being down my blood pressure. They tried to attach an IV line on me but since my veins was so small, they had to twist around the needle inside my hand trying to locate my veins.

Stayed at the Emergency Room till the next day since there were still no room available to transferred to since all the room was full that day and the next. It was late in the afternoon on Friday that I was transferred to a private room and was able to sleep well and was also snoring out loud till Saturday morning and was advised the I could go home.

What happened was due to lack of sleep and the pressure to finish our work load, and another factor was the food we were eating… it was all fast foods from pizza to burgers and even oily foods and loads of ice cream!

Now I have to cut back on those foods and get plenty of rest… but still have to work!!!!


Earth Hour.. NOT!!!!

with all the hype and hoopla about EARTH HOUR... there are a lot which do not participate in the event and really don't care about the event specially our planet!!!
(note the skyline of ayala in the picture)


What am I?

Went up to Baguio a while back to visit my parents and started thinking about our roots and heritage, and then visited some ethnic places in Baguio like Tam-awan Village . Then when I was rummaging around the house for old picture and stuffs I saw a not so old copy of the Baguio Midland Courier and started reading an article written by Gaby Keith entitled G-Sting, which was about some thing about an incident which happened a some time ago where a certain personality made jokes about the Igorot, and he has added an essay written by his dad, Gabriel P. Keith, when he was still a college student and when Benguet was still politically a part of the Mountain Province, and which really touched my heart. Allow me to reprint and to show you how proud I am of my roots and culture!!!!

I Am An Igorot!
By: Atty. Gabriel P. Keith (1950)

I am an Igorot, son of parents in whose veins flow Malay and Indonesian blood. I was born and reared amidst these mountains and hills covered with sturdy and verdant pines that sway and dance with the mountain breeze beside the mountain streams. This part of the country, the Mountain province, I learned to love and to call my home.

I am an Igorot, in my veins run the immortal blood of my gallant, peaceful and freedom-loving fore fathers – blood borne by them who openly defied the authority of Spain in the year Sixteen Hundred and One. Again, it was the blood that also freely flowed in the bloody battlefields of world-famous Bataan and in the rocky bastions of Corregidor.

That Blood is immortal. It is the self-same blood that flowed in the hearts of my Grandfather, Father, Brothers, Cousins, Uncles, and Nephews who formed the mighty 66th Infantry, blood that watered the wild lilies in the treacherous mountain of Bessang. Some of them died fighting that I may be what I am now – a free man, living in a free country governed by the principles of democracy.

I am an Igorot – a proud one. I am proud of my noble, brave, peaceful, and hard-working ancestors and of the lilies that adorn the forests and which were given by him above to be mine; proud of the CaƱao and the Bacdew and of the customs and traditions handed to me from generation to generation; proud to beat the Ganza and to hear the savage sound of the Solibao.

I am proud too of my Christian status and education brought about by the pioneering zeal of the occidental missionaries and teachers; proud to be an integral part of the young Republic of the Philippines.

Through in education, economic, social and political aspects, I may be far behind; through all in all, I may be called a barbarian, still I shall shout aloud that all may know and hear –