Monday, October 05, 2009

moonshadow









I've been teaching Luiji how to talk to trees.





I don't mind his expensive taste in shoes and clothes but with so much suffering going on around the world these days changing an expensive car which is barely 2&1/2 years old to an even more expensive one just because he can is a blatant insult to poverty especially when we are not wallowing in dough either. I threatened him with divorce but he purchased it anyway. I'm not speaking to him for the rest of the year.







The full moon the other night was something extraordinary to behold; the dark cloud enveloping it makes it look ominous though.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Happy Birthday, Sweetheart...

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Hasta La Vista!

will be back after the summer....

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Christmas in July

It has become a twice a year affair - July and Christmas. But this time I will be there to personally distribute them and not just thru my mother and my niece. Bantay Bata is the lucky recipient. Thanks to all my Japanese friends who donated.


Saturday, July 18, 2009

volcano, hotspring and fairytaleland

flying over the cuckoo's nest

WAR is STUPID

Peaceful

Sulfuric Hot spring


Incense smoke to ward off evil spirits


My favorite Dahon Tempura




Mga manangs stirring and kneading the sulfuric onsen






behind the smile is a mouthful of chocochip muffin



Sunday, July 05, 2009

Peace man !



Somebody stop me! I'm running out of jeans to paint the peace logo on. It's my current fixation: painting the "peace" logo and writing anti-war sentiments onto my jeans. The pair above I'm going to give to my niece. I also make PEACE logo patches printed with flowers and skulls as designs.

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.....the best that you can do is fall in love. again. after 1.5 decades.



view from hotel intercon tokyo. between the moon and tokyo bay bridge.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

I'm going back Flamenco-ing.

My anemia is all gone and no more bouts of dizziness. After eight months of hiatus, now I can dance again and do the twirlings without dropping semi-dead. I so love the rhythm of this old French song (I thank Monsieur Seb A. for introducing me to it) that I invented Flamenco-like steps for it.