the "hugasan" chronicles

the "hugasan" chronicles

mao ni akong mga hugasan. ubay-ubay pud diay. 

kada adlaw ingon ani. maghunahuna ka ug unsa imong lutoon. unya kung maka decide naka unsa, hinay-hinay dayon kag kuha sa mga lamas ug mga sagol sa imong lutoon. cyempre, hiwaon ug tadtaron gyud na. sangkalan, kutsilyo, kaldero, luwag, panaksan, sukdanan ug uban pa, imo ng gamiton para makabuhat kag lami nga pagkaon. 

inig human nimog luto, mukaon naka cyempre. kutsara, tinidor, plato, baso, gamay nga bowl para sabaw. busog naka. dug-ab, burp, excuse me. 

tinghugas na! kato tanang akong gihisgot: 

sangkalan, kutsilyo, kaldero, luwag, panaksan, sukdanan, kutsara, tinidor, plato, baso, gamay nga bowl para sabaw ug uban pa! 

dugay kaayo ka kakaon, mag andam, manghiwa, mang tadtad, mapaso paka samtang ga luto unya dali ra kaayo mahuman ug kaon. maluya sa kabusog. pero mas maluya ka sa "mga hugasan" 

mao ni akong mga hugasan. ubay-ubay pud diay. 

i kept coming back!

    video taken from camotes

i have always been scared of heights. i took a lot of convincing from my friends, for me to finally jump off the cliff. 

the experience was so rewarding. you just have to scream at the top of your lungs, close your eyes then.... jump! i kept coming back!

Mornings....

 original photo: mariakarlaluzon(c)

so today it is kinda okay. i woke up and realized i have to get up and fight. i did. prayer helps. :) 



playlist today: 1,2,3 by plain white t's 

it says: 
give me more loving than i've ever had
make it all better when i'm feeling sad
tell me i'm special even when i know i'm not
make it feel good when it hurts so bad

it's as easy as 1-2-1-2-3-4
there's only
ONE thing (one)
TWO do (two)
THREE words (three)
FOUR you... (four)
(I love you) I love you
There's only
ONE way (one)
TWO say (two)
Those THREE words (three)
And that's what I'll do... (four)
(I love you) I love you


i am still hoping i will have that 123 soon. 

morning... afternoon... night time

confused, preoccupied, stressed.... etcetera... 

this is my typical day. mid afternoon i had to go out, to meet some close friends. it was all good, reminiscing those good old days. i came across a priest who i knew since second year high school. my recall was so vivid, he was happy to know i still remember him and i was likewise happy. for awhile it saved my unruly mood.

when i reached home, dogs hurdled to meet me. i was happy to see them. i quickly washed up, getting ready to rest. i browsed my phone, which i dropped twice at the coffee shop! i was reviewing our snapshots. then i was happy. 

i replied to an overdue message from someone, i thought that would somehow save everything. i was wrong.

end of story

true story