the first day of our Bohol trip nearing its end, we were set to visit a butterfly farm. My guess is this is as common as the petting zoos they have along the roads. this butterfly farm is a little bit different because it’s surrounded by nipa and is elevated. kinda reminds me of our old house in pampanga. well, the actual farm isn’t elevated. the ‘museum’ is. the real farm was a beautiful garden to the side of the hut. 🙂
aside from the butterflies, the minor attractions that greeted us were the turtles (which i didn’t get on camera) and the monitor lizard inside a large enclosure.
after paying the fee (it was Php 20.00 if I am not mistaken), we went into the hut through a rickety bamboo bridge. underneath, we saw the ‘minor attractions’ but my parents-in-law were too worried they might fall into it! lol. after crossing the small bridge, a whole bunch of framed and preserved butterflies greet you everywhere. in the middle of the space, more than 3 dozen butterflies are displayed between two glass panels. i wondered why these weren’t framed like the others with white opaque panels. i got my answer soon enough.
the staff let us have a look first at everything before he called us to have the obligatory “i got wings when i went here” shoot. manong took my camera and had us stand at the opposite end of the room as he positioned himself near the butterfly panel. not long after, we had proof that we were fairies. 😀
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i never knew we had one funny sign that was recently put up in our neighborhood. although the name of the place has been already known to us since my childhood, the sign that now identifies place could very well make its rounds in the internet. The sign?
well, at least my wife found it funny because she’s Tagalog. i, on the other hand, being used to the word “tete” (which means “bridge” in Kapampangan) really didn’t take notice of its subtle humor. 😀
i never got to learn how to navigate flickr ever since i put my photos in it. besides, i also have a photobucket account where i put most of my forum-related pictures. so i never thought of flickr or any photo-hosting site as a tool to promote my ‘photography’. i don’t even have a really nice camera!
anyway, apparently i got a comment… actually i got a request for permission to use one of my photos! and it was meant to be used for a contest that could win for a public school in our town educational material and livelihood for the community around the school. major help for the less fortunate in my beloved town, Sto. Tomas, Pampanga!
BUT… i got the comment 6 months ago on flickr! 😦 waaaaah!
oh well, i guess it wasn’t meant for me. i would’ve said “yes”. it was for a good cause anyway. *sigh* sayang… my chance at a moment of fame gone. 😛 ahahaha…
caused by some of recent events, a couple of which are national issues and some more intimate ones, i’ve become interested, once again, in gun replicas. you know, those plastic BB guns, more popularly known (then) as pellet guns but are now known as Airsoft guns and rifles.
my first airsoft gun was a KSC Smith & Wesson (i forgot what type of pistol. probably the Model 39. it has the same brown wood textured grip) way back in the 90s. yes i was probably underage for those kinds of toys but i had my father with me when i bought that in a store in San Fernando. i had a lot of fun holding it, feeling its heavy weight as if it were the real thing and pretty much treated it like an actual pistol. though i couldn’t have much fun with it because you have to cock it after every shot, not like the new ones that you put compressed air into them or those that have battery-powered motors inside that let you shoot continuously.
if memory serves me right, my old pistol cost me Php 600.00. and you still add the cost of BB pellets that you use for shooting. i didn’t bother buying target boards/paper because i was just too young to think about competition and scores. what my playmates and i would do was usually get an empty can of sardines or milk and have some target practice! and if we do attempt playing with scores with hand-drawn target boards, we’d do it indoors! you ask why? we need curtains! 😀
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i guess most people are already aware of the North Rail project of the government. sa dami ba naman ng na-displace na tao sa project na ‘to, sino ba’ng di makakapansin diba? at least the government provided relocation sites for the affected residents. but one affected “resident” can’t easily be relocated, particularly in my own hometown.
when i was still a little kid, dad would wake me up around 5:30AM to get ready for school. i’d take a bath, get dressed, eat breakfast and wait for my school service to pick me up. and each morning at 5:45 AM, in what is mostly a quiet dawn (save for the early greetings of the neighbor’s chickens), i’d hear the train passing through the adjacent barangay through the noise it made with its wheels on the tracks and perhaps with its engine as well.
now that i look back on it, i think i never saw the train itself. i guess we had conflicting schedules. 😛 but unfortunate as i was, my dad would tell me stories about the train. how he, as a child, used to go with my uncles and playmates to the train tracks, line up coins on them and wait for the train to pass. and once it did, they’d hear all of the coins they placed jingle and fly from tracks as the train flattened them into what looked like blobs of nickel or gold. he also told me that they could never hold them immediately with their hands because they were really hot after being flattened.
when he grew older, he told me how the train became critical to our family’s livelihood. my grandfather was a watchmaker and tailor who worked in Avenida. my father would commute via the train to Manila, bringing some materials to the shop and would come home with my grandfather afterwards. this was quite easy for them since we had one station in our town. and now, with the new North Rail project, this station is deemed unnecessary since they will maintain the one in the City of San Fernando, leaving our station to be demolished.
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taken during Good Friday, Stations of the Cross procession where some go barefoot.
during my afternoon bike around our place, i noticed a concrete marker on the side of a newly paved road. it was about a meter high and bears the provincial seal of Pampanga. the marker was written with black paint over a white background and was in kapampangan (i’ll translate it for you, don’t worry). and after seeing this, i had a big smile on my face but immediately left with a deep sigh of depression. before i explain, i’d like to show you how the marker looked like and what is written:
in red, “Province of Pampanga”. the text below, “concreting of barangay road E. Mercado St. Ext., San Vicente; Length (blank); Budget: P 466,185.99; this project for the people is made possible through the cooperation of the provincial government and the local government unit of Sto. Tomas, Pampanga.
THIS IS WHERE YOUR TAXES GO.”
what do you see? what do you NOT see?
i just had to capture this so the following week, during my afternoon bike around town again, i snapped this photo. i could not resist sharing this. it is my opinion that it would be a grave sin to society and to the voting public to not make this known.
okay. now, let’s take a look at specimen #2.
i don’t see any need for any translation whatsoever. of course, it’s all in English, right?
let’s play a game now. spot the difference…
i tell you, campaign period started way before politicians started filing their certificates of candidacy.