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Saturday, August 27, 2005

They say an end can be a start
Feels like I've been buried yet I'm still alive
It's like a bad day that never ends
I feel the chaos around me
A thing I don't try to deny
I'd better learn to accept that
There are things in my life that I can't control
They say love ain't nothing but a sore
I don't even know what love is
Too many tears have had to fall
Don't you know I'm so tired of it all
I have known terror dizzy spells
Finding out the secrets words won't tell
Whatever it is it can't be named
There's a part of my world that' s fading away
You know I don't want to be clever
To be brilliant or superior
True like ice, true like fire
Now I know that a breeze can blow me away
Now I know there's much more dignity
In defeat than in the brightest victory
I'm losing my balance on the tight rope

No one knows the hard times I went through
If happiness came I missed the call
The stormy days ain't over
I've tried and lost know I think that I pay the cost
Now I've watched all my castles fall
They were made of dust, after all
Someday all this mess will make me laugh

If I ever feel better
Remind me to spend some good time with you

Saturday, August 13, 2005

I've been meaning to post about my trip to Mindanao. I just havent felt like blogging for some time. So I'm just gonna summarize the whole trip and throw in a few pics:

Gingoog
Learning the roots and history of how my de Lara side of the family came to be and finding out how almost everyone in Gingoog is connected to my family; my grandma's sister who happens to be mayor of the city and how we get VIP treatment(though it feels weird..) wherever we went; the great food and how you can feed a group of 5 people for 400 bucks!; the insanely crazy yet funny Mr and Ms Gingoog pageant we watched for 2 straight nights...


Picture of my grandma when she was 18-20 years old. She and her sisters won a lot of beauty pageants during their youth, mostly because my great grandma is half american and half british; and my great grandfather is half spanish and half filipino. All of them we're real beautiful and were courted by countless pursuers before our grandpa's(Deen, Guingona, Rialp, Barcelon, Sangco) sealed the deal. =)



My great grandfather Don Taus de Lara, and my great grandmother, Victoria Lassen-Saluper. I'm pretty sure the photo was taken during the 1930's.






Pantalan Pier during sundown; and me, my Uncle Os and my cousin Carlo, chilling at the pier at night time where we were able to smoke up in front of locals with total immunity hahaha.




Cabadbaran
Learning how my grandfathers side of the family came to be; staying in the now 100 year old ancestral home and seeing how beautiful the renovation of the house is since I was last there 11 years ago; having a family reunion with 40 relatives taking most of the 32 rooms in the house; being forced to sing with my cousin in front of everyone while we were drunk; the countless ghost stories involved with the house; the story about my great great greandfather having magical powers and how everyone in the family believes it; discovering the close bond our family has for one another...



The house pictured around 1908 on the left, and how the house looks now on the right pic.





The wall of portraits of our early ancestors, my great great grandma being the big painting in the center. I used to get scared passing by this hall at night 11 years ago, and it still scares the shit out of me up to now! Ha!=P







Siargao
My first surfing lesson and standing on the board for the first time; the real friendly locals who speak english more fluently than tagalog; beautiful beaches and shores; extremely cheap and delicious food; one crazy old australian guy who tried hunting for a rat with a BB gun after making him smoke weed from Baguio; best place I have ever seen the meaning of "living a simple beach and surfing life.."



Cloud 9 in Siargao. 30 surfers in the water all in one time. Seeing how good the locals are and them being friendly enough to teach you to surf. Feeling an 8 foot wave barrel you over. Wiping out. Feeling the adrenaline rush. Being able to finally stand on the board.=)





Drinking on Naked Island. A small island thats just nothing but white sand and a lot of cool seashells. Seeing and laughing at my cousin's trip when he was given a shot of shrooms by one of the locals we befriended.








A great looking shell my cousin Carlo found, with a great shot of the shore in Naked Island.







Cagayan
Endless food being forced down our throats by another sister of my grandma; looking out at the Pueblo golf course where they live while chilling on their balcony; Golda: one cute, strong yet friendly 7 month old mastif; finally experiencing a night life in Mindanao when I went out to the bars there with my cousins, a friend and my cousin Mara's boyfriend who's originally from there; watching a real boring piano concerto before enjoying the night life...



Carlo, Trisha and Amalia. This was taken before we really started drinking and meeting tons of people who didnt want us to go back to Manila just yet.









~~~~I have a lot more stories and pictures I want to share, but I'm too tired to continue. I have more pictures of our farms, ancestral houses, siargao fun, and random scenery. I'll post them all next time. Ciao.

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