Sunday, March 8, 2009

One afternoon in One Visayas


This afternoon, the good daughter..(ehem, that's me *wink*) went with her mom to CICC to see the ONE VISAYAS EXPO. Despite a tiring morning in school, the good daughter (ehem..me, remember?) drove her mom and her aunt to check out the exhibits, crafts, delicacies and shows in CICC. It was not what she expected..not many people actually took time to see the various exhibits prepared the CEBU PROVINCIAL GOVERNMENT and other agencies.
Inside the CICC hall were various booths representing all key provinces in the Visayas and towns in Cebu. Each booth displayed their very own produce, product, delicacies which they are known for. The booth also showcased their must-go places to inform prospective tourists where to go and what to see. Delicacies like buwad from Bantayan, Dulong and Guava Jelly from Bohol, Bibingka in mandaue, Titay's from Lilo-an, Chicharon and ampao from Carcar, Peanut kisses in bohol also were a bounty and for sale at reasonably lesser price. Crafts like abaca bags and pina barong from Antique, wood furnitures from Bohol, bags and placemats from negros, sungka-an from bohol, decorative lamps were up so sale to anyone who can afford.. (a bit expensive but worth it). Blings like bangles, necklace, rings etc were selling like hotcakes for the fashionistas who ventured the hall and bargained with the sellers for a good price... The good daughter rewarded herself with a big bracelet made of precious stones and lava like gems sold at a reasonable rate of P200.00 only..
As the good daughter exited the exhibit hall, the Loboc Childrens Choir were busy preparing for their show inside the CICC main hall lobby.. outside the parking area, street dancing and festive drumbeat filled the entire CICC Complex as the ONE VISAYAS expo comes to a conclusion tonight.
It was a quick tour and a sneak peek of the beautiful VISAYAS... It may not be that impressive but it is after all a first of its kind. The good daughter went home satisfied and brought home, Dulong, Buwad,Guava Jelly and her new bracelet.

Saturday, March 7, 2009

i welcome mySELF to blogging

And so, this is what boredom and long waiting hours bring.. A blog spot for myself where i can write just about anything and anyone i feel like...at anytime..anywhere
Once, i have actually wanted to be a journalist.. a writer in a fashion magazine, a business consultant, a life, leisure and travel guide columnist, a food critic and editor. Well, i have never achieved any of those, life led me to this so called legal profession where i do litigation, corporate practice and academe. As a matter of fact, i am beginning to think that my work is a vocation than a profession. But it is something i love and i would not trade places with anyone.
I have read a lot of blogs in the past and i have been amazed, impressed and awed at how well some people write.. how sensible they are. Ofcourse there are those who seem to put their narcissistic syndrome into writing for the whole world to see. In either case, i thought i would never be able to do it.. not until i would know how MSExcel, Powerpoint, Moviemaker etc works.. blogging is way too complicated for me. Friendster, well yeah that's too elementary.. Multiply..hmmm i had to learn the hard way, took me a while to realize how to post and to know that, there's a portion where you will know who viewed you, what they viewed, when they viewed you and vice versa! (how the hell am i to know its not anonymous anyway?).. then comes Facebook..well, i am loving it. The technology is way too fast evolving that often i could not cope.. and i am so ever grateful for my secretary who does the powerpoint and excel for me, my brother etc. who does the layout and the more complicated matters... my students who stay up at night (hopefully studying) who can answer my queries on facebook and multiply (i.e. Lynn Aguelo) and i thank Ethelbert for showing that blogging can be fun and beneficial...
And so this is my first blog... as to how i fared, nah it doesnt matter, i really dont care.. its still my spot, i call the shots..