lub this....:)

.....now THIS...is a LIVE performance.....from 120 years and several hairstyles and dress senses ago..... miss HOUSTON!!!!

i shall eat cake

Let me tell you a beautiful story...

This is all about a young boy who more than twenty years ago was insane about cake. He was not insane about the velvety softness of the core inside a cake. Probably like any other youngish child he was insane about the icing, the sweet substance above the layers of flour and eggs. The topmost crust that was colorful and enticing to everyone who saw a well-baked cake. He loved to lick the icing off his small fingers and the sides of his lips. The sweetness totally drowned him in a wonderful sea of untold delights.

Because of this gastronomic obsession he visited his aunt's house almost everytime she made cake for a big birthday celebration among relatives or for orders from outside customers. His aunt was a fairy at creating sublime delicacies and aphrodisingly delicious cakes of all forms and tastes. The young boy would wait in anticipation as the aunt brewed wondrous pastries of untold richness of taste. However not once would he consume a slice of the cake. What he was after was the icing that would be left over. This was the creamy paste that did not make it to the finishing touches of the cake. The cake would not need anymore icing so there was a lot of leftover cream on her bowls . He would gorge himself on the the bowls of cream with different colors and experience one of his earliest encounters with gastronomical highs.

But for a certain period the young boy was pulled from his childly habit of waiting for leftover icing from his aunt's baking sessions. He became busy with school, friends, the outside world. He went onto adventures away from home and completely became detached from his aunt's house who he used to visit often to see if something was brewing in the kitchen. He became a child of the world.

Then one day after so many years he decided to visit his aunt's house to see if she was making something. She was baking something delicious! The familiar smell quelled the primitive juices of his palate. He was back home. He waited for his aunt to finish with her concoction but to his surprise there was very little icing left in her magical bowl. He also noticed the cake was not as big as before too. Of course...a smaller cake with less icing! The boy became sad over this. This was a sadness that consumed his character.

Suddenly a thought hit him from nowhere. Times were hard. People were sacked from their jobs. Money was hard to come by. The country was in a bad state. Not so many people were willing to part with money that easily anymore. The boy grieved not for the way people spent their money or how much cakes cost nowadays though. He was sad for his aunt. She was not the same vibrant, magical, and glib personality he had known before. She was a bit slower now, less loud and probably was not earning as much as before. She baked fewer cakes this time.

The boy overcame his own selfishness and prayed for his aunt. He prayed she would not create more delicious pastries in the future but instead prayed she would become happier even if she baked less concoctions. He missed the times when he was at her table and like a predator snatched her leftover icing. That was a thing of the past he realized. Now he had overcome this selfishness and realised there was much more to life than icing on top of the cake....

urban children's legend?

I read about this stuff on http://delfindjmontano.blogspot.com/ which is really one of the most groundbreaking blogs I have ever read in all of my blogging history. The story affected me so much eventhough I have written a blog about it. I felt compelled to write something again just to speak what was in my mind and heart.

There is no doubt that the harvesting of the organs of individuals in the last legs of their lives is a medical practice that has thrived in a world where millions of people with unhealthy body parts require them.

And there is no doubt that in many instances the most dehumanizing and demoralizing practices to acquire them happen. And this is not an urban legend.

Now the most chilling news to ever reach my ears on this topic....the planned and organised kidnapping of Filipino children to feed the insatiable economic market of organ acquisition and donation....

Is there any way a country can go this low? I am not aware of the inhuman acts happening in other countries but this has to be one of them. Can Filipinos actually do this to their fellowmen? The disturbing answer is yes they can....

The article below is frightening. The actual taking of innocent lives to harvest their living organs for their market value is more than a cardinal sin. Children being snatched by a group of people which includes a doctor, a 'security team,' driver and etc. so their healthy body parts can be removed to be stashed as merchandise for an insatiable market? Afterwhich their lifeless bodies are stuffed with Philippine pesos as compensation and left in the most unlikely of places? Their parents finding them afterwards in this horrific state.

This is an act that goes beyond Satanic. Has the Philippines become so poor that its people will heartlessly resort to such an act to float itself in a sea where survival of the fittest is defined by economic status? Would the world actually tolerate these acts of inhumanity and monstrosity to feed this profitable trade?

My eyes could not keep from crying when I read the article below. Can you imagine if this happened to my niece? My friend's son? My classmate's daughter? A neighbor's baby? What about if it happened to someone in your family? Your friends? The people closest to you?

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Article:

As far back as 1995 Father Shay Cullen SSC Preda came out with a Document Titled: Killing Children For Their Organs that was published in the Philippine Daily Inquirer on the incidence of these new crimes happening in third world countries, to quote.

Yes this is the horrific trade that is taking the lives of thousands of children around the world. Not much has been heard about it but the evidence is mounting. There is a huge demand and a monied market in both developing and Northern countries for body parts especially eyes, hearts and kidneys of children.

A kidney or eyes can fetch $10,000, a heart $50,000 or more.

As a result the black market in children's organs for transplants is growing. With prices like that criminals will commit any crime. Impoverished parents are sometimes persuaded to sell their children's eyes or a kidney for as little as $500.

Trafficking in children's organs is the new crime against humanity together with selling children for sex.

A report based on the same study indicates an alarming crime, to quote:

In Pangasinan a 12 year old boy who was picked up by a brown van and brought to Manila where with several other children they were drugged and brought to a building that smelled like a clinic where they kept under guard. This boy recovered from the drugged sleep and escaped.

In recounting his story it became clear that the children were to undergo some operation although none were sick. Relatives of a youth who died from a fall from a Manila overpass claimed that in the hospital he was allowed to die - for his organs. Although this was never proven.

Lately, there has been a resurgence of the incidence according to Jean Stuart of Ground Report but PNP denies it is happening, to quote:

In Ibaan, Batangas four children were abducted. One of them were found with the pair of eyes missing and with Php 30,000 pesos on his/her mouth. Three were found with missing internal organs. There was also report in Tanauan, Batangas with a missing heart and Php 8,000 pesos on the hole of the victim’s chest. Lately, there have been reports that the kidnappings is not only happening in Batangas. There were also similar incidents in Cavite and Laguna. Last Wednesday, March 5, my friend told me that there was a third year high school student (from a school in San Pedro, Laguna) was abducted on her way home. I still haven’t heard about what happened to the victim.

I heard that a syndicate is behind this kidnapping and they are selling the organs to the black market. Text messages and email messages has been circulating saying that a white van with plate no. VMM 507 is said to be the kidnappers van. In our place the cartographic sketch of the kidnapper and the plate no. of the vehicle used by the kidnapper were posted everywhere.

Yaneehpooh on her multiply page posted the sketch of the suspect saying she saw a news clip on TVPatrol last march 7 regarding a botched kidnapping attempt where the would be victim luckily escape. The incident happened in Cavite where the young woman who was able to resist and escape saw a number of kidnapped children in the van.

In Baguio City a mountain resort in Northern Luzon another Ground Report by NomadicAsian on the subject where news of a failed abduction in one of the schools prompted school officials to suspend classes and sent all their students home.

Said incident occurred in broad daylight last March 6, 2008 (Thursday), though they failed the first time the kidnappers struck again the following day in another school just near the city proper. In said incident one of the kidnap syndicate member was collared by the responding policemen who is now under intense questioning.

Jhoy Imperial in her blog posted what she gathered at the friendster bulletin of her friend regarding 3 cases of kidnappings in San Pedro, Laguna.

In San Pedro a girl student 5th grader was found dead missing a kidney.

Another 3rd grade student also a girl is now in her funeral wake found lifeless, her eyes and heart harvested and P50K found inside her body.

Another case was at the Chrusantemum village where 2 girls were kidnapped; luckily a tricycle driver saw the incident and gave chase, the kidnappers threw the girls out the window and escaped.

At the Reysal supermarket 2 women was almost abducted but because of a group of istambay eyewitnesses rescued them from their abductors.This is almost surreal and unbelievable and it is easy to dismiss these incidents as mere urban legend but as they say better safe than sorry and if you see the following vans with plate number VXE 351 - Green Van and VMM 507 - White Van, report them immediately to the authorities. Just the same children of poverty are the most vulnerable in this heinous crimes if ever this is real and with abuse that our children are subjected to like throwing them in an adult jail I believe that this might just be for real.

Venus is Venezuelan???

In light of the Miss Universe coronation pageant being held tomorrow around 9:00 AM to 9:30 AM Philippine time in Vietnam, I write in tribute to my biggest idols when it comes to feminine beauty. They are the Venezuelans. I have never known any other country who produces the most beautiful faces on the stage of pageants other than this South American nation. Their reputation is uncanny but not surprising at all where their women have been known to take the biggest slice in the purchase of cosmetics throughout the world. Or dress up through their daily endeavors like a Hollywood celebrity clothes herself up for the Oscars or the Emmys! Being beautiful is a an engagement, a duty, and a responsibility in Venezuela as quoted by a website about Venezuelan beauty culture.

Ever since I saw (not in person though) Miss Minorka Mercado compete in the Miss Universe competition in 1994 held here in the Philippines I have been fascinated by the way Venezuela's contestants resemble sculptures of a museum which churns out artworks of astounding physical perfection. Not only are their faces cosmetic wonders but their bodies are to die for. Their grace in the art of walking and sashaying and their bearings are magical dances in the semblance of a magnificent Russian ballet performance. For this reason whenever I have the chance and attention I follow each Venezuelan pageant contestant in every Miss Universe pageant if I can follow it.

Of course we have probably all heard of the numerous world-famous beauty and personality development schools in their country. These future Latina beauty queens are moulded from head to toe, in all aspects of physical perfection from plastic surgery to speech training to posture improvement. Not only do their institutions cater to local women but they also allow foreign beauty contestants who have respect for the sheer professionalism and skill with which they shape pageant winners.

I think I have such great respect and awe for these women because of the hard work, pain and irreplaceable effort and dedication they have given to perfect their craft. Many of them will endure back-breaking hours of the art of walking on heels while watching themselves on mirrors for hours on end. The fitness programs to mold that flabby thigh into slenderness and to eliminate that love handle are long and arduous. Of course the constant need to watch their weight and monitor what they put inside their mouth is essential to eliminate any chance of cellulite in their bodies. The speech classes as well as the lessons of etiquette and grace which enhance their personality development are punishing. The long weeks and the extreme pain endured for the numerous surgeries to manufacture their aesthetic genius are invaluable.

This is my reason for admiring them. For them being a woman is complacency, the willingness to submit to stagnation and remain plain and unubiqitous in a sea of millions. Being just a plain Jane is death for them. They want to stand out through hard work and self-discipline. They want to be Iron Women. Women who are gorgeous, well-mannered and superbly graceful because they choose and work to achieve the many qualities that most women want but would never be caught striving for....

(Many thanks to: http://www.missosology.org/forum/ for the many beautiful pictures

love this hate this...LOL

I have no idea why I could never forget this performance by Mariah zillions of years ago...
I mean there's nothing exceptional to it...her voice was not at its spanking best...
She didn't lend justice to the high notes of the song...
She kept waving her hands in a gesture which would immortalize her identity on stage...

But I still love the video...
Maybe it's the way she made the effort to sing a difficult song LIVE?

Ahh I'm hopeless LOL

tsk tsk tsk more Williams...

Be careful what you wish for indeed!!! hahaha...this was what came to mind when I saw final of the Wimbledon women's singles competition!!! Guess who were there? Williams versus Williams! How boring can you get! LOL

First of all I am a huge fan of the Williams sisters in any kind of tournament they enter. They're exciting, wonderful personalities for any event they enter at. The media swarms around them. When they are around the tourney enjoys a considerable amount of publicity. This translates into moolah and mega-sponsors of course thus affecting an event's longevity and media coverage!

Plus the sisters play flawless tennis when they are at their best. They are at the top of the food chain when it comes to blistering returns, sensational shots and ear-shattering grunts. Their serves are immaculate and their speed is phenomenal. They are sharks in the ocean called tennis....

For some reason as the top seeds in Wimby began dropping like flies I felt happy for the Williams sisters breezing through their draw. I wanted them to do well and even win the event. But as Maria Sharapova, and then Ivanovic began getting kicked out I was kinda worried for my viewing pleasure haha. At the back of my mind the lack of a Sharapova or a Yugoslav girl in the latter part of the competition will take away the sensationalistic appeal of the competition. I guess what was unravelling before me was what I can call overkill. I mean who doesn't want a screeching Sharapova and a wailing Serena in the finals right? Who doesn't want a secret "bitch-eviscerating" match to thrill the people and most of all, us, fans here at home who want to watch a mega-thrilling rivalry unfold!

The final was not short of high quality tennis though. I mean you are talking about the best pair of girls in the tennis world. Do not even start with the hype the sisters get because they're oozing media appeal all over! It's just that the predator in me wants a more satisfying final with lots of controversy and bitches and killer looks in your arena!

Sigh...be careful what you wish for indeed :( LOLOL

can't stop dancing to this!!!

don't forget to click on LAUNCH POPOUT PLAYER if the music doesnt play on the first click!!!

here's the YouTube version if the above player doesn't work!!!

INTERNET IS SHITE!!!!

Oh that football field in elementary school holds so many great memories for me! The Don Bosco grounds were enormous in my standards and titanic for someone who came from a quadrangle which looked like a piece of sandwich (no offense to Saint Joseph's my old school but you do have a small playground). I miss our games of luksong-tinik (displayed in the photos) and luksong-baka and hide and seek and many more SOO much!

I miss the gang of playmates who could create any kind of game out of games. You know like they could make tag more interesting by pretending we were policemen and robbers. The sort of imagination that helps kids have a wonderfully innocent time with each other. We were also fond of looking for places within the premises which the school populace never knew existed in the ocean of our ever-unfathomable school grounds. We would play there of course.

I wish I had the excuse to go back and do all the things I mentioned above as an adult all over again. But alas the reasons and circumstances to do so are absent. I cannot act childish anymore although I can be a child at heart. More importantly, the playmates are not around anymore. They have mini-versions of themselves now. They have tummies and they have wives and big cars now. I see them on the profile sites and I hardly recognize them from the puffy faces brought about by cholesterol, alcohol and all the other face-mutating agents. It's not as if i am UNguilty too anyway as I have had many face-altering surgeries LOLOL...

Now all I have is the internet, internet, the internet. This entity has invaded my life and now i feel claustraphobic in its confines!!! All my time is gobbled up by the internet and I hate it! Badminton sometimes, hits my schedule but it is the internet that takes centerstage in my arena of self-enjoyment. I hate the internet!!! It can never compare to the creativity, naturalness and innocence of school childhood games which may have served to keep us all fit when we were young too!!!

I guess I am just feeling nostalgic here and I am just reminiscing days of my tumultous childhood but for now I want to throw this laptop and be rid of the internet for the moment and just play tag and tagu-taguan (hide and seek) and Japanese game and patintero all over again!!!!!

THANK YOU!!! (for the photos)

www.dennisrito.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html

www.blogtext.org/latebloomer/index20/index.html

http://misskurdapya.blogspot.com/2007/10/patotot.html

Iron curtain heroes...

I never did notice the growing trend of Eastern European women dominating sport these days but it suddenly just became so apparent to me when I look at the semifinal lineup of the women's singles tournament in the French Open....It's a Russian woman versus another Russian woman and a Serbian woman against another Serbian woman. The domination of the Iron Curtain ladies is back!!!

For someone who grew up idolizing the sporting glories of the Soviet Union turned Unified Team turned Russia, this is an ideal lineup for me. I think i became conscious about the excitement sport brought into my life during the onset of the Barcelona 1992 Olympics. And this was the last Olympics where Russia and a couple of other Soviet States last dominated the Olympic medal count. As a result I grew up idolizing czarinas and screaming, thick-browed, intense Russian coaches and ice denizens from the Iron Curtain Capital. I became increasingly curious about the so-called "scientific training" their countries offered to their world-class athletes as well as the sporting camps that house these superpeople. What went on behind those walls that they have produced world-record holders and superhuman performers? How were they sculpted and moulded to become larger-than-life figures?

We may never know the secrets behind the Communist sporting regime but controversies continually surround the development of these superstar athletes. First of all the popular belief that there was systematic and immense encouragement of the use of performance-enhancing drugs is very common and has been proven many times I believe. Second the severity of the emotional stress caused by the plucking of very young individuals with a high sporting potential from their families is widely circulated among sports psychologists and analysts. Third, the uncertainty of a financial career outside their sporting glories was almost always inevitable based on many athlete's personal accounts and stories. Think about the emotional distress these people felt when they were showered with attention and revered almost as gods when they could break records and do anything better than us and then being brought back to a humiliating position after their physical flames have died...

For the outsider like me who can do little to help, the best I can do is perhaps admire from a distance these beings who can and were able to run, jump and throw faster, higher and further than me, a mere human being. To wish I were in that position many years ago is perhaps one of the greatest tributes I can give them. To pore over sporting almanacs, articles and read about their invincibility and to afford my admiration would probably be good enough eventhough these people would not have an inkling that from this Third-World, struggling athletic nation, a great admirer lives to revere their sporting glories yesterday until the present....

Deliciousness at the French.....

This is Fernando Verdasco, Spanish tennis delicioso, who is in the fourth round of the ongoing 2008 French Open Tennis in Paris, France...

Let us all pray he goes on to win more rounds so I have eye candy running all over my TV before he eventually loses out to a Nadal or a Federer LOL

Don't cream yourself girlssssssssss.....

(Oh well as of update time Rafael Nadal just blasted FV out of the French so we have to say goodbye to my Spanish senyorito...I hope to see him in more TV coverage of tennis tournaments though hehehehe :) )

(P.S all my thanks to http://www.menstennisforums.com/ and http://verdasco-online.tommyrobredo.net/gallery/index.php for all the photosss!!!)

butchery products

I saw a program in National Geographic which deeply disturbed me. The segment centered around organ transplantation. This is the process whereby body parts of vital importance towards many human functions are donated to people who need those parts, primarily people whose human organs have become badly damaged due to personal lifestyle or from a compendium of health problems. This in itself seems to be innocent and even quite beneficial towards the propagation and continuum of human life.

What is immensely baffling is the circumstance surrounding these processes. There was one example during the program where an American guy flew to Shanghai, China because he felt the chances he had for finding a new liver there was higher and faster considering he was on a very long waiting list if he had to stay in the United States for an organ donation. In only a span of two weeks he underwent the surgery to acquire the new body part and after several days or a week or so, he was ready to go back to the States, recovering from a successful operation.

This in itself sounds like a medical miracle or a personal success story for any individual at end's wit over the health of his body. But the program takes on an interesting perspective. The doctors based in the States began to ask if there was something the hospitals in China had an advantage at compared to the medical institutions in the States because of the speed with which the patient was able to acquire a healthy organ at so fast a time. The chilling answer to the story was given by a faceless man. He was once a doctor who worked in China but has since emigrated to a European country. Faceless because the man refused to be photographed, or videoed and in addition to that he wore a mask all throughout the interview. His account was terrifying. Because China executed thousands of political prisoners as well as many convicts who crossed the line of the law each year, the government began to find a way to harvest the healthy organs of these individuals in a lucrative trade that will eventually benefit the national treasury. Nurses, doctors, whole medical teams waited on standby during an execution session in some nameless Chinese state. The man said that neither the prisoners nor their relatives had given consent to their body parts being reused on other ailing human beings. This was a breach of human rights in titanic proportions. No wonder, the man is not practicing medicine anymore, lives like a hermit for fear of exposure and retaliation, and has nightmares about the heinous acts he has taken part in. His last message was he was a man of medicine and was supposed to save lives. He could not fathom why he was helping in the butchery of human beings.

We both know the common rule of business. Supply SHOULD increase proportionally with demand. Because more and more people are at one point or another in their lives needing medical aid through the use of body part transplants, then the medical world is scurrying to feed this need mostly because of the lucrative nature of these transactions. People will pay a huge sum to save the lives of the people they love but shouldn't there be a consideration to the ones who are on the other end of the spectrum? The donors, especially the unsuspecting ones? Those who are the victims of this illegal trade, those who do not have a choice? The illegality of how many of these human butcher products are procured makes the whole phenomena inhuman, monstrous and very immoral.

The only thing I can say about this is monitoring of the strictest and highest order has to be done. Due process has to take place before an organ is sold and donated. Individuals at the highest echelon with enough influence and punch as well as people in the lower rung of the ladder should set aside their own selfish motivations to do what they can to aid this fight. This is a fight to give due respect and reverence to the human body from birth until its demise. Given our own choices, we, even down to our graves, deserve the peace literally we have so owed ourselves for a long time. Our destination is six feet under the face of the earth not some horrible bunsen burner or test tube in a clinical facility to be inserted into an individual we did not choose to share a part of our bodies to...

half of both worlds...

Since we have dabbled in the world of fantasy-reality in my previous entry why not immerse ourselves for a while there? It doesn't hurt to be a child sometimes and throughout my childhood until now, mermaids have been a fixture of my imagination for a long time. These entities are half of the marine world and half of the human world as obviously exhibited by their bodies. I do not know if they are necessarily the best of both worlds! I have no idea TOO if real images of these mythical creatures exist. BUT I don't want to ask the cliche queries of "Do they or don't they exist?"

Personally I want them to exist. It would be a gigantic slap to all the known biological transcripts and studies if such an organism is found and examined. Imagine how it would baffle scientists and experts a like. It would define logic and observation because the scientific world WILL not accept ambiguity. (Although it has embraced the PLATYPUS...go GOOGLE!! LOL) Science wants to be able to explain everything in the realm of physical phenomena and for such a creature to exist it would destroy all concepts biology has built around itself as well perhaps the neighboring sciences of human anatomy and many more! Haha! It would cause such a riot throughout the world, the tangible existence of such a maleficient creature.

The appearance of a living, moving, breathing mermaid would also stir religious issues for sure. Religion respects divinities so much that they are thought of as invisible, unreachable, and out-of-touch. Symbolism would dictate that the mermaid represents many things. The merging of science, fantasy and biological reality is not something the religious sector can take because the human being is the center of all religion. Ambiguities represent the otherworldly, the ethereal heavenly and unseen beings and perhaps the entities we so worship. For a divine creature to appear as a biological specimen will destroy all concepts of religion!

The question I am more curious to ask myself and other people is, "Why do they and have they existed in the annals of men's imagination for eons?" Man's hypnosis to these unusual creatures is perhaps best explained by the fact that we enjoy and embrace fantasy and imaginary worlds when we can! When given the chance, we immerse ourselves in them when the occasion allows us to because there is a little being in us that wants to defy idealism! Because reality is sometimes a little too harsh to deal with and yes admittedly TOO ORDINARY, we want to say, "yes they exist, and we will continue to hunt them down as long as we can!" But don't our subconscious actually REALLY say,"I hope I never find such a creature because it will be the demise of the fantasy and the status of the mermaid in our powerful minds!" We want the mermaid to elude our hands perhaps even forever because we do not want her to go down her pedestal as one of the greatest fixtures of the imaginary part of our existences! She is goddess, icon, and everything that represents beauty, grace, enchantment and even a bit of evil and we do not want her to lose her attributes by becoming just mere biological specimen...

Ha! Now that is a thought! Isn't it?

(note: Thank you to www.epilogue.net/.../art/view.pl?id=59480 for the beautiful and non-typical depiction of the mermaid)

love affair with the unknown

For as long as i can remember my fascination with the andromorphous, the arcane and indefinable forms of animal life has been very strong and unwavering. When I held a classmate's book of mysteries of the unknown which devoted a couple of pages about unknown and unidentified animalia I was hooked! I guess the more antediluvian their origins the better! The more they deviate from the annals of known animal almanacs, the better for my imagination. It is perhaps their elusiveness, the rarity with which they have been captured for the world to see and perhaps also the possibility that none of them may really exist except only in our creative and curious minds that make them hypnotic!

You may include the coelacanth which is perhaps one of the oldest living fossils in the world, the legendary Loch Ness Monster, sea snakes of massive proportions, giant squids among many others on my most loved creature lists...Most of them are somewhat reptilian by nature owing perhaps to my deep love for anything scaled and lizard-like.

I have scoured hundreds of books, articles and magazines about them and now that one of the most revolutionary sources of research called the internet is right in front of our own faces now, I have pillaged websites to read about my favorite creatures. Some of the resources are plain crap and it's very interesting and noteworthy that there are websites which are critical of them while there are some which have a positive passion towards them. Well anyway for Chrissakes why would someone build a website to disparage something, right? It defeats the purpose of your dedication towards the creation of the site! Of course I'm always for these sorts of people who built the websites as altars to the creature of their dreams.

I can perhaps say that my awe towards them is not singular by nature. I know that a lot of people share this passion of fascination towards them but among the many things I could indulge in I somehow find the time to glance at any sort of material pertaining to them. Pictures are an addiction. A single picture can speak volumes for me and I am constantly on the prowl for images. It's only understandable I guess considering that photographic evidence is pivotal in instigating and anchoring people's beliefs as well as increasing the reliability of the existence of the creature!

One of my biggest dream will be to see with my own eyes any of the creatures that have made my skin crawl or flamed my imagination. I can somehow say that that would be quite the birthday gift! I guess that the fuel to this seemingly eternal hypnotism towards them is the fact that I have yet to fulfill that dream. Ohhh how I wish I could somehow beheld a coelacanth in an obscure zoo here in Cebu! Or genuine photos of the Loch Ness monster are enough for me considering I don't really have plans to fly all the way to Scotland for the insanity but who knows, right? Maybe they are just a click of the camera away, or maybe the unknown depths of the Philippine forests and marine environs hold an entity of great mystery which will add more fodder to my ever-hungry mind?