Kindness in words creates confidence.
Kindness in thinking creates profoundness.
Kindness in giving creates love.
Lao Tzu
BS. Computer Science Student at Baguio. Likes web designing, 3D modeling, photo
editing and stargazing...
Likes spending the night in front of his PC while sipping his hot mocha coffee.
Likes to be alone in his room so he can sing his songs, play his guitar and recite
his poems. Likes taking pictures while strolling around the city of pines alone.
Birthday - D-Day
.:. Favorites .:.
*Songs - Classical (strauss and sort), music by the Beatles, Coldplay
Mew, Travis, Sigur Ros, Oasis, Radiohead, Eraserheads, enya, Switchfoot
*Movies - K_Pax, Forrest Gump, Contact, My Sassy Girl, Far and Away, Disney
Movies, Sunshine, Monster House,Apocalypse Now, 3-Iron(Bin-Jip),Shrek movies
*Favorite Books(s):The Yin Yang of Programming, Bible, Quran, What the Buddha
Taught (Walpola Rahula) . Kiss of the Spiderwoman (a very gay book), Karaoke Song
Playlist, Beyond Good and Evil (Friedrich Nietzsche), Crime and Punishment (Fyodor
Dostoevsky), The Final Theory (Mark McCutcheon), God's Debris (Scott Adams), 40 Days
with the Poor (Frank Padilla), Piano for Dummies, Idiot's Guide for Dating, How to
draw a woman's body, Idiot's Guide for Verbal Self-Defense. Ilocano Survival Book,
Paolo Coelho Books. Harry Potter Books, Eve's Diary, Still have many books to
read...
*Favorite Pet(s):Dog and Cat lalo na
pagmagkasama sila
*Favorite Color: Blue and orange
*Favorite Quote/s: if p then q
  Tuesday, April 10, 2007
For the first time, I witnessed a 'penitensiya" with my two eyes, ..at last. Too bad I couldnt take a picture of them cause my camera was broken few months ago. For you to imagine what the event looked like, I'll borrow a picture from mrKidlat. Also the owner of the site batangbaler. here is the link. This activity has long been a tradition of our town but I wasn't able to see it since I was a kid. The reason was, my mother wouldn't let me see (when I was quite younger) or she obliged us to spend our holy week in our secluded lot on the other town to kill our time without TV.. or bore us to death. That was her way of making us reflect. I was enjoying the scene though I know they were enduring so much pain for their belief that their sins would be forgiven by hurting themselves. But I walked back when a blood from one of them went to my shirt. I was wearing pure white then. I think there is also a superstition about that, when their blood touched someone while they are doing the ritual... but I couldn't remember. God, I should buy a new camera. I arrived here yesterday to surprise my family, but I didn't know that they went to Casiguran, (where my father is assigned)... for their own summer vacation. I imagine them enjoying themselves considering the vast availability of good untapped white beaches there. I am now spending my Holy week here alone.
penned my thoughts
at [2:14 PM]
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