Las Casas Filipinas de Acuzar

Las Casas Filipinas de Acuzar is an open-air museum and heritage park in Bagac, Bataan, Philippines. Spread over 400 hectares, the park features a collection of 27 Spanish Colonial buildings and stone houses (bahay na bato in Tagalog), planned to resemble a settlement reminiscent of the period. These houses were carefully dismantled, brick by brick, transplanted from different parts of the Philippines and rehabilitated in these premises, to resemble the original structure. For parts that were missing, woodwork and bricks were replicated to resemble the original structure. For this, the Ciudad employs a workforce of 130 people, including 10 wood sculptors, three metal sculptors, 30 craftsmen who design ceilings, and construction workers. There are also five architects, two of whom are historical architects, and two artists. The resort also has a restaurant, a beach, calesa rides and a swimming pool. (

For: Our World: 26 February 2018 , Nurt Thurs – Your Author


Aurora is my name – A-Z Story


Aurora is my name and I’m the youngest in the family. Baby, they call me and I don’t really mind. Chocolates, cartoons, cycling and going to the cinema are some of my favourites. Don’t get me started and I can carry on and on. Excited now is what you’re making me feel. For we are going on holiday – yay! Great, I shouted and started packing my bags.

Hold on a minute,” my Mum said, “we haven’t decided yet where we’re going.” India, Indonesia, Iceland – you pick, Mum, I shouted from my room. “Japan, I always wanted to go to Japan,” that’s my big brother talking. “Korea would be interesting,” injected the middle one. “Lapland, to see Santa Claus!” that’s Lolita for you.

Mum looked at Dad who hasn’t said a thing. “Not a clue,” he said. Or we can go and see Granny and Grandad – I tried to be useful. Perhaps they will be happy to see all of us again. Quest for the perfect holiday, where would it be? Rajasthan, Ranthambhore to see tigers, that’s definitely a treat! Singapore, South Africa, somewhere nice?

Thailand, Trinidad and Tobago or Tanzania?” asked my brother again. “Uganda – oh no, there’s trouble there,” the middle one is getting frightened. “Vanuatu,” Lolita’s getting clever now. “Wales!” – shouted my Dad, “that’s where we’re going.” Xxx, can’t think of anywhere else. “You said it, we’re going to Wales,” my Mum said. Zzzzz and we’re soon asleep.

Pilipinas – Tanaga

The Tanaga is a Filipino poem. It consists of four lines with seven syllables each; the rhyme scheme is AABB.

Traditional tanagas don’t have titles and are composed in the Tagalog language. Most have been handed down through oral history and contain proverbs and moral lessons. (Similar to the tanaga is the ambahan, which has an indefinite length.)

Modern Tanaga

The tanaga has been in danger of becoming a dying art form. The Cultural Center of the Philippines and the National Commission of the Arts have been trying to revive it. Several groups have been promoting the form in English.

The form is beginning to change slightly – not only are tanagas appearing in more frequently in English, they are picking up titles and varying their rhyme forms (for example, AABB, ABBB, ABAB, ABBA, AAAB, BAAA, ABCD, etc).

home3 light4

Pilipinas kong Mahal
Kahit malayo ako
Puso ko’y nasa iyo
Mabuhay tayong lahat!

Philippines my Philippines
We may be far apart
But my heart belongs to you
Cheers to every one of us!

Filipino Dishes

Our national dish, adobo! Filipinos can cook it anywhere in the world, as long as we have the main ingredients: chicken or pork, vinegar, soy sauce, garlic, salt and pepper. Marinate all the ingredients, fry them with a little oil, then simmer them until cooked.

chicken adobo, rice and peas
chicken adobo, rice and peas

Stir-frying is my favourite style of cooking – chop all ingredients in small sizes, like julienne. Fry garlic, ginger and onions, first, then add beef and the vegetables. Add oyster sauce, chilli sauce, soy sauce and voila – stir-fried beef!

stir-fried beef and vegetables
stir-fried beef and vegetables

Preserved ampalaya and atsara – good accompaniment for any grilled or fried fish, chicken, pork or beef.

preserved ampalaya and atsara
preserved ampalaya and atsara

Pancit palabok – is the first meal I ask when I come home to the Philippines because I don’t cook it here. It has some seafood like shrimps, dried fish or tinapa, boiled eggs, glass noodles, etc. Delicious!

pancit palabok
pancit palabok

Siomai is dim sum, steamed bun with vegetables and meat inside.


Favourite breakfast – also known as tapsilog which is a short form of tapa, sinangag (fried rice) and itlog (eggs)

beef tapa, eggs and rice
beef tapa, eggs and rice

Grilled squid – yummy! Stuffed with tomatoes, onions, garlic, some herbs, salt and pepper.

stuffed and grilled squid
stuffed and grilled squid

Lovely soup – chicken, unriped papaya, ginger, onions. Good when one has a cold. Or when one is homesick.

chicken tinola soup
chicken tinola soup

Our favourite dessert! My brother has got this super recipe and it’s to die for! 10 egg yolks, 1 can of condensed milk, 2 cans of evaporated milk, some rinds of lemon. The secret is to caramelise some sugar in a dish, sieve the mixture then steam it, or bain marie it.

leche flan
leche flan


And Now For Something Filipino

Just for fun, I dug some of my work and translated them to Filipino. Hope you like them. Have a lovely day everyone 🙂

sleep tight my poet
for in your dream world you go
colouring your sphere
whose fleeting tenure not break
wild realm of reality

matulog ka nang mahimbing, aking makata
para sa iyong pangarap na mundo ka pumunta
kinukulayan ang iyong daigdig
ng panandaliang panahon ng panunungkulan
ay hindi masira
sa ligaw na kaharian ng katotohanan


the kiss of the muse
and so inspiration comes
a slumbering thought
curdles long life in short time
pleasure, pain, faith, hope and love

ang halik ng inspirasyon
at siya ay dumating
isang muni-muni
mahabang buhay sa maikling panahon
kasiyahan, sakit, pananampalataya
pag-asa at pag-ibig

The EDSA Revolution 1986

Hello everyone! Cold but sunny here in Bavaria. Hope it’s also a nice weather wherever you are. A week from now and we will be celebrating the first people power of the Philippines. I still think the EDSA Revolution of 1986 is a very important part of history – I was there! I was with my mother, brother and sister. We made sandwiches and gave them to the soldiers in Camp Crame. We wore yellow. We sang and marched with the others. And to think that I returned to the Philippines after 4 years of being away to be part of it. I know a lot of things had happened since then, and people forgot what they were fighting for. Anyway, I’m re-blogging my article about the EDSA Revolution. Hope you don’t mind reading it again. Cheers for now and look after yourselves. Ladylee x

“We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; for he today that sheds his blood with me, shall be my brother” (Shakespeare, King Henry the Fifth, Scene III, Act 4). This quote is the closest I have for describing this photograph. It is about being there and making a difference. This image is about the EDSA Revolution of 1986 in the Philippines.

The black-and white image was one of the many documentary photographs taken during the EDSA Revolution. Two nuns were kneeling down in front of a soldier. One nun was holding her rosary tightly, mouth wide open, probably urging the soldier not to shoot them or just reciting her prayers loudly. The other nun was in a contemplative mood, one hand touching her chin, the other arm crossed below her chest. In front of them was a soldier, his back half seen in the photograph. He was standing straight, brandishing a belt of bullets, his M-16 rifle held at slope arms. The contrasting image of the nuns and the cold harsh rifle of the soldier was the focus of this photograph. A huge crowd was behind the nuns. They were ordinary street Filipinos, men and women, parents and children, students, employed or unemployed, rich, middle-class or poor. Some of them were kneeling down, some standing, some with fists in the air, some looking nervously, unsure of what happens next.

I was part of this crowd. I was in the background. I also knew what was outside the frame of the photograph because I experienced the same tension and activities. It was a bizarre mixture of more people coming and going in every direction, military tanks and cannons with their soldiers greeted by flowers and food, burning tires, activist flags and streamers, vendors, vehicles, portable radios, foreign correspondents and religious altars everywhere. Strangers flashed wide grins at each other. Motorists honked their horns. People were marching, praying, crying and singing all at the same time.

This documentary photograph was taken anytime during February 22 to 25, 1986, at a stretch of 54 kilometers Epifanio delos Santos Avenue, more commonly known by its acronym EDSA, in Metro Manila. It involved over 2 million Filipino civilians, as well as several political, military and religious groups. It was one of nonviolent protests that began in 1983 and culminated in 1986. The methods used amounted to a sustained campaign of civil resistance against the 20-year running authoritarian, undemocratic regime of the then President Ferdinand Marcos. It led to his departure from the Malacanang Palace to Hawaii and the re-establishment of the country’s democracy. Corazon Aquino was proclaimed as the legitimate President of the Philippines after the revolution (;

Nobody in the photograph was an expert. Nobody knew what they were doing. They were not organized in any form or manner. They did not really know what was going on beyond their field of vision, beyond the square feet their feet could walk. The image captured the emotion and the disoriented feeling of the subjects. There was a feeling of uncertainty and tension as the people seem to be waiting for the reaction of the soldier. They did not know what manner of harm he intends to inflict on them. Will he shoot them? Will there be bloodshed? There was also a feeling of defiance as their fists hit the air, or of faith as they recite their prayers. However, there was no plot, no Promised Land, no Utopia. At that time, Filipinos did not go there to make a revolution or establish a Brave New World. It can be argued that the chronology of the event forces us to admit that there was no miracle here, no reducing the whole experience to class, no organization that could take responsibility for the outcome.

Revolutions do not take place overnight. The Marcos years, characterized by the unscrupulous exercise of power preservation, fomented political unrest. Allegations of graft and corruption against the administration would forge a disproportion of wealth. The declaration of Martial Law on September 23, 1972 started a feeling of discontent which would make this act of resistance essential, even inevitable to the reinstatement of democracy ( The EDSA Revolution of 1986 was about the people power that was of the spontaneous, disoriented, unorganized fluid and ambiguous kind. Filipinos from all walks of life discovered a collective will that they had never exerted before and a common bond they had never nurtured. Spontaneity, astonishment and interestingness were the very spirit of the vent. To conclude, people, when treated badly, can summon enough courage, solidarity and determination to stand up and resist.

“Old men forget, yet all shall be forgotten; But he’ll remember, with advantages, so what feats he did that day” (Shakespeare, King Henry the Fifth, Scene III, Act 4). Thirty two years later, I know that these Filipinos will always be my brothers and sisters. I was there. I wanted to make a difference. I was part of that history.


Ladylee’s Photo Prompt #3

Hello everyone. The challenge – write a tale, poem, fiction, script, lyric, etc. using this photo. Link back to this post from your blog or leave in the comment section below. Thanks and have a great week everyone.


My take:

Waiting for something to happen

On this spot as instructed
Staying together, we added
Toured the city, we’re not frighten

We’re late for some important date
Fun in the city, us children
People walked about, so crowded

Waiting for something to happen*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* The Octain, full name Octain Refrain, is a form of poetry developed by English poet Luke Prater in December 2010.

It comprises eight lines as two tercets and a couplet, either as octosyllables (counting eight syllables per line), or as iambic tetrameter, whichever is preferable. Trochaic tetrameter also acceptable. The latter yields a more propulsive rhythm, as opposed to iambs, which lilt.

As the name suggests, the first line is a refrain, repeated as the last (some variation of refrain acceptable). Rhyme-scheme as follows –


A = refrain line. c/c refers to line five having midline (internal) rhyme (e.g. here/sneer), which is different to the a- and b-rhymes. The midline rhyme does not have to fall exactly in the middle of the line, in fact it can be more effective and subtle, depending on context, to have it fall earlier or later.

Alternative layout/stanza-structure:

Refrain lines out on their own, with the middle six as two tercets –