Aged Beauty

On our trip, we stopped by the T'boli Museum. I have to say, I was completely captured by the museum's caretaker. She was dressed casually but there was a certain mysterious, tribal vibe to her. She moved silently, her feet treading carefully on the bamboo floor. The floor that creaked and groaned under our steps stayed quiet under hers.

She wore no jewelry on her body except for her ears. They were adorned with gold hoops, beads and hanging chains. And on the very first, her piercing was a mirror. Surrounded by a gold hoop. Surrounded by a circle of beads.

Each fold of skin. Each worn crinkle told a story. A tale I would never know. A mystery she would keep until the day her beautiful brown skin would fold with the brown ground she walked on. But this woman will not fade. Her imprint will shine with the rays of sun she has walked under her entire existence.

The Taga Bukid Kids: Growing Pains

Well, this bring us to the end of a journey. The end of an adventure. The end of a series.  I always feel sad when something I like ends, like a movie series. And then I end up frantically looking for behind the scenes interviews or pictures. 

He is just so precious. And you can't tell me any different!

I'll be posting more from this trip, just no longer under the name The Taga Bukid Kids. Because we're no longer children. I have to face the fact that we're no longer the MacIntosh quartet. One is giving away her name. No longer a MacIntosh but a Ballard.

My beautiful sister. My "twin". My confidant. My comfort. My hope. My Julia.

It's an ever growing pain to see her unraveling our tightly knotted bond each day. Making new friends. Falling in love. Moving on.  But it's a bittersweet pain. As she unties our knot, I see we are still connected, a long rope between us. We are free to embrace others into our lives, without being hindered by the knot. And this space makes room for another. A brother.

So I bid farewell to those taga bukid kids. Because they run away from me, back into the past. Back into my memories. Where I shall look upon them on a rainy day, perfect for looking back.

The Taga Bukid Kids: Monkey Falls

Daddy just has to be taller than us.

I'm such a whitie compared to my sisters. -_-

My Dad was the first one to feed the wild monkeys. A baby and an adult. The baby? Adorbs. The adult? Total bully!

The Taga Bukid Kids: Winding Roads

You know that poem by Robert Frost? "The Road Not Taken"?

Well recently, I've been feeling like a traveler that has to choose between two paths. Both unknown. Both frightening. And I'm stuck. I can't decide.

Either one could lead to ruin. Disaster. Pain. Misery. Or Redemption.

The decision weighs heavily on my shoulders. And I'm not sure if I'm strong enough to carry it.

"And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back."

The Taga Bukid Kids: Part 1

Whenever people ask where I'm from, I always reply, "Mississippi." And that's partially true. I spent my pubescent years in good ol' MS. But in actuality I'm from the province. Taga Bukid. 

Going to Lake Sebu reminded me of my roots. When we used to swim in the creek.  

Pick up random objects and be fascinated with them.

When the world was so simple.

My feet feel heavy and worn. It's hard to face the next day when you don't know what's to come. 

But when that first ray of sunlight hit me, (and I was up at 5:30 am so it really was the first) I felt the first warmth of the day. And it beat the chill of the night. And I was hopeful.

Fields of Gold - Sting

The Playground Is A Layground!

Alright so these are basically just a bunch of photos of me. The girls don't really like having their photographs being publicly displayed. I mind too, of course. Kind of. Not really. Okay well if I didn't like having my picture taken, I wouldn't have started a blog. Simple as that. So let the camera-whoring begin!

We started off at SPE just to get a feel of the night vibe. The others needing a little juice to get loose. I got lost TWICE on the way there. I took the wrong jeeps -_-

Yes that's me going the wrong direction from the camera. I don't think I was born with a sense of direction. Not a one.

Like the henna? I've been getting various interpretations on what it is. Turkey. Wak-wak. Pinecone. No one ever realizes that it's a Pinecone Owl. Gah.

I'd say this was a candid but it wasn't. I was texting when Raye told me to pose. So I did. And my hair turned out fabulous. My hair isn't always like that. No ma'am. It's a frizzy fro most of the time. Uncooperative. Speaking of, tried bleaching my hair today. It rejected the bleach. Even bleach doesn't have a chance against my hair. Oh my.

We tried doing the whole "I'm swinging toward you cutely" thing. It didn't work. I just looked like I was charging Raye. I'm just not the best poser, I suppose.

Yes, we have graffiti in our playground. We live in the ghetto Davao City. But just kidding. We're not ghetto. We're really nice. Please visit. Our graffiti only says nice things. Like Artistic. Oh yes. We're motivational(:

Oh and this is Raye. Friend/Sister/Photographer. She took my pictures tonight. She's fabulous. And exotic. And likes taking bathroom pictures. Just like me! I think every girl does though. Or maybe we're just special. Nah.

I find this picture fascinating. She's tinted in purple. Everything's purple. Which reminds me.

ASAP Rocky-Purple Swag

Take a listen! It's all about purple. If you know what he means. (;

Old Western

So I haven't been on here for awhile, mostly because of some personal problems I've been dealing with. But I've finally decided to stop moping and get back into life! Yep, that's me. From moping to hyper.

Alright, I admit it. I've never actually watched an entire old western. Maybe a few minutes here and there, but I could never sit still through it. I've always felt them to be so lively and energetic that I just couldn't sit still!

There's something about cowboys and indians roughing each other up that gets you all pumped up. Not that I encourage violence, no sirree. It's just the way that they act with such enthusiasm can't help getting the audience excited too.

Alright so it's technically a boyfriend tee, but it's also flannel so pop on some moccasins and you're the two best parts of a western!

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