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Independence Day

>> Sunday, June 14

(lifted from Wikipedia)
The Philippine Declaration of Independence happened on June 12, 1898

in Cavite el Viejo (now Kawit). With the public reading of the Act of the Declaration of Independence, Filipino revolutionary forces under General Emilio Aguinaldo proclaimed the sovereignty and independence of the Philippine Islands from the colonial rule of Spain, which had been recently defeated at the Battle of Manila Bay during the Spanish-American war.
The declaration, however, was not recognized by the United States or Spain. The Spanish government later ceded the Philippines to the United States in the 1898 Treaty of Paris that ended the Spanish-American War.
The United States recognized Philippine independence on July 4, 1946 in the Treaty of Manila, July 4 was observed in the Philippines as Independence Day until August 4, 1964 when, upon the advice of historians and the urging of nationalists, President Diosdado Macapagal signed into law Republic Act No. 4166 designating June 12 as the country's Independence Day. June 12 had previously been observed as Flag Day.

Love your country. Know your history.

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G'night Tree!

>> Wednesday, January 7

I woke up with a master plan -- photograph my tree and holiday decors that should've been taken down last weekend, post them here and... take...them...down already.

Picture taking early in the morning's the easy part. Packing the decors, Christmas lights, and that big black tree... now, that's zero fun.

It took me a good week to get Sammy (the house) Christmas-ready and I did that late in December. This means I've only had my decors up two and half weeks. It sucks that I have to box 'em up again today. Or maybe tomorrow. Probably even Saturday morning. =)

In any case, I've immortalized my 2008 yuletide setup through pictures so I can enjoy the holiday spirit a wee bit longer. One big smile to the joys of reminiscing, coming right up to sit itself down beside me.

First thing's first, sitting silently before me (dead center) is breakfast. Thought I might "document" what I had as well.

I'm back to eating healthy. Had a lightly salted mushroom and

cheese omelet with unsalted + high fiber crackers, a banana, a

small tub of creamy yogurt, and purified (never distilled) water.

(hehehe...) Now back to what I had gone online to do.

Ours is one of only 9 black Christmas trees

in Manila (back in 2006, that is). We used pink,

black, white and silver trimmings to make it

look more festive than your average green tree :)

Yeah, we're into masks and shoes, and

harlequin heads...

The tall vertical black & white painting that complements our tree is by Alex Sibug

The two "Third Muse" masks found their spots in the tree too :)

The hookah sisha pipe was a present from that fresh-faced singer/song writer with the tattooed hand :)

We enjoyed your company dear, dear tree... until next Christmas, sleep tight. ;-)

Counting Rants

>> Friday, December 5

20 days to Christmas. The house is still a sloppy insult to the "zen crib" it once was. The tree isn't up yet, neither are the rest of the decors. They're all still in their dusty boxes. Boxes scattered on the floor. Of the living room. Where they don't belong. There are vintage bikes in the dining area, more boxes of toys near the kitchen. Dirty curtains and sun screens cover the dirtier windows.

Dear me, what a monstrosity.

We have guests arriving from all over in two weeks. I am without househelp. The clutter causes shortness of breath and mild palpitations. Hating it like I'm hating my allergic reactions to everything.

Headaches visit often, and they come with the same worried whisper:

"Where do you plan to put all your junk, M?"

Where? I dunno. The guestroom, most likely.

"Waste the second guest room, why don't you... you've already pretty much befouled the other one."

Take note that the house (Sammy) only has two guest rooms. They will soon be called storage spaces. We continue to collect junk way beyond our means to contain them, much to the dismay of my worried whispers. Poor, poor Sammy.

Are we worth our weight in gold? maybe. Only because one man's junk can be another man's treasure. Dear me, what a golden mess then.

Back to the countdown.
Oh my. Oh well. Merry Christmas.

A week from now, I'll probably mean it.

What Makes This House A Home

>> Friday, October 24

The mess ahead for this merry maid
The little details that never fade
The gifts of old and new alike
The space for all his vintage bikes

Our love for music, noise and noise
His lack of cabinets for toys
Our racks for shoes and clothes to boot
My shock to match his daily loot

The art to cover up our junk
The real need for real trunks
The treasure that might be trash to some
...are the whats to why this house IS home

bar of bric-a-bracs