Umpisa

I am a very courageous person. I always take challenges as hard ways of teaching a lesson, and they make me a better person. Giving up was never part of my vocabulary. Not until memories went back.

Kung merong kahinaan ang bawat tao, iyun yung pagbalik ng mga alaala. I never battle with memories because if I do, I will end up losing my sanity and worse, myself. 

URGENT: MAKE YOUR MOVE!

The monsoon is raping the entire Metro Manila and the nearby provinces. While we are affected, we have to understand that we are still blessed. We have a safe shelter. We have second floors (in case the monsoon penetrates the first) and we have internet.

We are lucky so we have to make a move.

Yours truly is the initiator of the HELP Minda-NOW! Project, a relief operations that aimed to help the Sendong victims in Cagayan de Oro City. This initiative garnered 3 sacks of used clothes and immediately turned over to the Center for University Extension Services of the Pamantasan ng Lungsod ng Maynila (having PLM as the drop-off point)

Note: It was supposed to be turned over to GMA KF but because of the distance problem, I just dropped it off to the PLM-CUES.

And now, I am knocking at your doors again to seek your help and be a part of this new initiative. I believe you an me, if we do something collectively, we can make a change.

So, if you wanna help, you can drop off your goods at:

THE PAMANTASAN NG LUNGSOD NG MAYNILA (for Intramuros and nearby schools)

Contact Vberni Regalado at 09157819310

FOR U-BELT SCHOOLS

Contact Christine Ann Celis at  09174055899

What you can give:

• Old clothes
• Blankets, towels, toiletries
• Ready-to-eat food (sardines in pouch, instant noodles, bread or crackers)

We don't accept monetary donations. 

Drop-off date is from August 10-12, and the deployment is scheduled on the 13th of August.

I hope you can be a part of this initiative. Truth be told, THIS IS A RESPONSIBILITY.

Please feel free to contact me (Vberni) at the number stated above. Add me (please send a message) on Facebook and Follow me (@yesitsvberni) on Twitter. You can also send me an email at vberniregalado@gmail.com.

You can contact my partner Christine Celis at the number stated above, send her an email at  christine.celis@me.com Or tweet her (@chr_cel)

Slippery When Wet (A Photo Essay)

Our professor in Photojournalism class, THE Elvert Banares asked us to go out and have a photowalk. It is a great opportunity to challenge our photography skills again, as we fail to impress him with our Photojournalism portraits. 

The theme that was assigned to me was Textures of Life. Then, it really challenged me. I chose Makati as my destination with Shalem and Adrian. While we were on the taxi, the rain suddenly poured. But I guess that is a great opportunity.

And now I present to you, Slippery When Wet. =)

DEWS. Life is blessed. Life is fun. Life has so much to offer.

When we arrived at Makati, the rain suddenly fell so hard. Then I asked Adrian and Shalem to go with me and Eat at Chic-Boy. After two hours, we went to Ayala Triangle and started my photowalk there.

ROUGH IN THE RAIN. A relationship has to end tonight. Or shall it? This partner asks their selves if theirs has to meet the period.

SMOOTH SAILING. Amid the rain, Kevin and us enjoy the good music and food at Distrito Makati.

We went home at 11PM and then we decided to continue our photo walk the next day.

WET AND FUN. These children enjoys the flood caused by the rain, without thinking of the risks of having diseases.

WHO CARES IF ITS WET? The workers exert more effort to finish renovating a part of the structure. They don't care about the rain.

WAITING, ALL MY LIFE. A La Sallian patiently waits for a jeepney.Even if it takes her forever.

SWIMMING IS MORE FUN AT CCP. This kid enjoys swimming in the fountain side of the facade of CCP Complex.

ZZZ. Who says we need home to sleep? They don't.

From Makati to San Andres to CCP, I had so much fun with this activity.

Life is all about feeling the textures.
And for the day, it is slippery. And wet.

Isla Pulo: A False Paradise (Photo Essay)

It was two years ago.

The makeshift bridges we used to cross a two-kilometer path.

A two-kilometer path that was a transit from a busy life to a life of lesser worries.

Lesser worries mean only to survive. Each Day. In a life.

A transit that changed my life.

Then it was two years ago. Now, they were all gone.

Now that only memories have remained, there were no makeshift bridges, or a transit to another life, the choices has narrowed down. In fact, there were no choices at all.