Sunday, 27 May 2012

My 1st Time in Cebu City, Philippines

I never travel without my diary. For me, a person needs intervals to separate from family and companions and go to new places. One must go without familiars in order to be open to influences, to change. One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things.

Little Fun while waiting the boarding time.
Sandwich and Coffee at Cinnabon Cinnabar NAIA Terminal 3 Duty-Free.

For me, all journeys have secret destinations
of which the traveler is unaware.
Sol Albar

Travel light!

Mactan International Airport

My yellow shirt and the yellow bus of Cebu Pacific Air.

Welcome to Cebu!

Travel and change of place impart new vigor to the mind.

Home is where the heart is, and for the moment my heart is wherever I am.

Sunday, 20 May 2012

Moon meets the Sunrise

@ 45 degree in altitude

Moon meets the sunrise at 5:00 am up in the sky! Wink! ♥

A traveler's observation is like a bird with wings that sees every moment and its wonders.

Tuesday, 15 May 2012

JC Buendia and Princess Sol

Give light and people will find the way. 

There is always a grateful spirit in doing simple token of appreciation to a very wonderful person who never gets tired inspiring many of us in every step of his creative ways. Thank you my dear friend JC Buendia for inspiring me and my Princess Sol Diaries. Wink!

JC Buendia and Sol ~ After 25 years

Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul.

Every artist was first an amateur.

Classmates at the University of Santo Tomas 
College of Architecture and Fine Arts.

Before and  Now

Health is the greatest possession. 
Contentment is the greatest treasure. 
Confidence is the greatest friend.
Reunion is the greatest joy.

In between goals is a thing called life, that has to be lived and enjoyed.

JC and Sol ~ The Young Ones!

Try not to become a man of success but a man of value 
~ Albert Einstein ~

”Ask not what your country can do for you? 
Ask what you can do for your country.”

JC Buendia and Sol Albar ~ 2010

Life has no smooth road for any of us; and in the bracing atmosphere of a high aim the very roughness stimulates the climber to steadier steps, till the legend, over steep ways to the stars, fulfills itself.

~ The Legendary Fashion Designer JC Buendia ~

“I know for sure that what we dwell on is who we become.” 
~ Oprah Winfrey ~

~ In Video ~
The times of your life 

Sunday, 13 May 2012

My Mother, My Friend, and My Mentor.

Miriam Fadul Abad - Dayo
March 8, 1926 + April 22, 2001
The Piano Teacher

My Mother was the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. All I am, I owe to my Mother. I attribute all my success in life to the moral, intellectual and physical education I received from her.

There never was a woman like her. She was gentle as a dove and brave as a lioness. The memory of my mother and her teachings were, after all the only capital I had to start life with, and in that capital, I have made my way.

Is my mother my friend?
I would have to say, first of all, she is my Mother, with a capital 'M'; she's something sacred to me. I love her dearly. Yes, she is my 1st best-friend a good friend, someone I can talk openly with at all times if I want to.

Mother is the "Miracle of Life" nurtured by a woman who gave us love and sacrifice. Our Mother deserves the credit for raising value-based leaders who accept responsibility, who possess physical, mental, and spiritual strength, who possess courage and confidence and look with optimism to the future.

They said, "Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose."

Great Mother's help their children to recognize that they can achieve the impossible. Today is Mother's Day and I want to give you a thank you kiss but I can only remember the things I miss.

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Ballade Pour Adeline  (Sol in Piano)

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The Poet and I  (Sol in Piano)

Remember that time spent with God is never wasted.
Always find time to talk to God wherever you go.
By Sol Dayo Albar ©