the reflection on the mirror

my magical mirror

I accidentally glanced the mirror hanging at the end of the corridor as i was preparing my dinner today and i thought i saw someone else.

This is not one of those ghost stories you heard but its true, i had living been alone in my apartment for almost five years now though occasionally Aling Tuning come in to help me with my laundry, and this is the first time the mirror reflected someone else.

The mirror was one of my families oldest collection of antiques, and had been in my room back in the province since i was a child, the mirror practically saw me grow into a man, and saw me in my good and bad times.

My mother sent the mirror when i finally decided to settle down in this apartment, and for almost five years now it had been hanging there untouched and unused only on several occasions when i took a second look on my physical appearance before i go to the office.

I was a little bit shaken and confused when this happened, i don't know if this is just a fragment of my imagination, simply my eyes working its tricks on me or my mind showing my desire to be the best i was before, or i have a magical mirror. (now thats a real nonsense i guess)

I am still trying to recover from a phase of my life that made me to what i am today, but i desire to be who I was and i believe my mind and my eyes are teaming up to focus on that goal.

The image i saw was young, smiling, full of hope and happiness. That image was me, six years ago.

I had been dreaming to be the man i was before, and had been trying to heal myself from the devastating event that ruined the foundation i build i thought was strong, and now as i grow older this desire is growing more and more stronger and i hope this event will help me focus and start truly living and not just merely existing.

I want to thank the mirror for giving me hope and for reminding me of the man i was before and my mind and eyes for teaming up in showing the real me.

Few more days and probably the foundations of my life will be soon rebuild and tower amongst those that started living.

On Saying "thank You"

I was never a good speaker, I have many things in mind but i am just afraid to open up, i don't know how or why but every time i open my mouth to speak the words just flew away and i am left speechless, some of my friends always urge me to be heard but then i stumble with my words and i am always left with a heavy heart for not able to express myself.

I can easily open up when writing, and my journal is full of ideas that i know are relevant but just don't have the nerve to speak up and share them and i am very disappointed with it .

I am to my friends mister shy guy, and to those who do not know me "MR. SUPLADO" and i am not very happy about it.

I am thinking maybe the real reason why i opened this account is for me to be heard, the need to communicate that i am not capable in doing through speech and trying to do it in a different method, through writing.

A simple thank you sometimes could not even pass through my lips as if a lump is always blocking my throat and i resort to nodding and with a little shy smile to show my sincerest appreciation.

I know i can always smile and nod as a sign of appreciation to my friends, but those who do not know me tend to think i am one of those uncivilized mammals that do not know how to say thank you!

And i am very sorry about it, i call for your understanding until i find a way to overcome this unpleasant behavior!

am i a blogger?

i am a blogger, i know that for a fact, i love to share my ideas and thoughts of things i do and think, but then, as i was surfing the net today, i learned there are things a blogger should and should not do in order to attract people not just to glance but to read his blog, and i wasn't aware of that, and i think twice, am i really a blogger?

I make post, and make them available to anyone who care to read, but then does someone really care to stop read and give a damn in what i have written?

Well footiam had been religiously coming back and leaving messages for me, then came sendo, and others come and leave simple messages in my chat box, but was that enough?

Then something struck me, why did i joined the bloggers world? is it just to satisfy my need to communicate? or i am her to entertain, to influence, or just post things for other people to look and have a reason to kill time? now i am really confused!

I can consider myself one of those called newbies in the blogging world, just had my first post only a few weeks past, and i remember my reason then was just to express myself, to find someone who would understand the state i am into, and fortunately, someone cared to listen and leave me messages, giving me a chance to take a glimpse of the other side of life, and re evaluate the stand i choose.

As a writer and a blogger , i need a reason to continue what i started, i need a goal and i have to find it fast before the bloggers world drown me into confusion.

just for fun

hundreds of things you might want to do, the first thing i did? explore the beach,.




ways to enjoy your stay...






Whew! that was fun

Enjoying the view

I am not a very good photographer but at least i thought these are good photos hehehe

A Place to stay...

A place to stay should and must be given priority in every trip. A place that suites your taste and would enhance the fun and excitement, and i choose to stay in this place.


A view of the hotel logo from my room



My rooms at the third floor just at the back of the palm tree




enjoying the pool

From Manila to Paradise Island...

There are several ways to reach Boracay, you can choose to travel on land, in sea, or by air, But definitely the fastest way is by air. Several airline companies offer great deals and thats for you to find out, it took me 35 minutes to reach Caticlan airport from manila and approximately 15 minutes in a boat ride, and 15 to 30 minutes in tricycle to my hotel.


Taking off at Manila Domestic Airport



Approaching Caticlan airport




my ride...

enjoying the view...