Christmas is just around the corner. It's amazing how time flies. Around Christmastime last year I was at the peak of my 3-year career in GMA. I was going to get promoted again at that time.

For Christmas 2006, we decided to do a theme party. We required everyone to come in a movie costume. I obviously chose to do Brokeback Mountain. Yeehaw! (Thanks for the picture, Dada.)
Sidelight: I didn't know it yet at the time this picture was taken, but that night was to mark the beginning of the end of my almost-four-year relationship with an ex. We've been strangers since the breakup. It's been close to a year. Sigh. One day we will be friends again.
It's been more than a year, and I am more than excited to go back to Bohol - Piper's most favorite place in the whole world. We were there in May 2006 for a project we did together.
We had fun, but because we had limited time, we were not able to see much of the place.
With the whole crew: Stickies in Bohol!

Before that, in January 2005, I went to the northern part of Bohol to do a story on seahorses, but I didn't get to go around either.
In October of this year, Piper was there with Prue for the kick-off charity of The Happy Sun campaign.
I would have gone if my schedule had permitted it. She and Prue got to spend some leisure time around the island and I am just green with envy.
They even got to reconnect with the Charmed Ones' long lost sister, Phoebe.
This month, I finally get to go back to Bohol (November 29 to December 2). I'm going with Single Fish, who is just as excited to explore (ravage?) Bohol. I hope to finally see and experience its more popular offers - the hills, the fauna, the river cruise, the people, Brownbuds, and Phoebe. This time I am not leaving anything out. Of course, first on the agenda is to get in the water with the fishies and the dolphins.
Bohol, you better be ready, because you and I have a date!
(Photos from Piper and Prue's Bohol trip courtesy of Piper and Prue.)
Postscript: If you've noticed, I've been backtracking a bit lately. Recently, I've been able to get my hands on a lot of old pictures so indulge me a bit as I look back into my wonderful past. Later, will post pictures from my Pangasinan vacation with my brother and sister. Plus, Single Fish is sending me more pictures of the Boracay wedding we attended.
Well, what do you know. I found some more action pictures of me. This time, from the 2006 GMA badminton tournament.

Played in the men's doubles match.

With my teammate and good friend, Addy.

We didn't win, but we had a grand time playing. Of course, since my volleyball injury I have not been able to play as much badminton as I want.
Soon. Soon.
Got my hands on some pictures from the fateful volleyball game where I injured myself. Seeing the photos reminded me of how painful it was. The sprain left me debilitated for a few weeks.
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The team ready for action.

An overhead serve.

Perfect setup courtesy of my teammate, Girlie.

An open strike from behind the attack line.

The game heats up.


Anything to save the ball.

Yes, anything.

Even injury.

The most painful sprain I have ever experienced. Ouch!

The team went on to finish the game.

We won the game and landed in third place.


Welcome to blogging,
Deejay! Go go go!
Let's get more and more people to join the wave.
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December 4 to 10.
Recently linked up with a couple more bloggers,
Aubrey and
Jessica, friends and former officemates. Glad to discover we share the same passion, girls!
And a warm welcome to my good friend,
Toto, who recently set up his own blog. Here's to many, many posts, and many, many years of writing!
The Chronicler's Creed
Where there's water and sun, where there are friends to see or new people to meet, where there's something new to learn, experience, or do, where there's life, there I will be.
LA POESÍA
Y fue a esa edad... Llegó la poesía
a buscarme. No sé, no sé de dónde
salió, de invierno o río.
No sé cómo ni cuándo,
no, no eran voces, no eran
palabras, ni silencio,
pero desde una calle me llamaba,
desde las ramas de la noche,
de pronto entre los otros,
entre fuegos violentos
o regresando solo,
allí estaba sin rostro
y me tocaba.
And it was at that age... Poetry arrived
in search of me. I do not know, I do not know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I do not know how or when,
no, they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.
- An excerpt from LA POESÍA (Poetry) by Pablo Neruda