Schooling Fusiliers in Boljoon




September 10, 2006. One of the rare occasions I used my underwater camera on video mode. I've always loved looking at schools of fusilier, and here's a perfect example why.

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  1. Jemi AquinoSeptember 29, 2006 at 3:33 PM

    HUG.
    i haven't heard the sound of being underwater in more than 5 years. made me a little senti.
    thanks.

    HUGS,
    jemi

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  2. Jeneen GarciaSeptember 30, 2006 at 10:45 AM

    i'm glad =) the sound of water is just as necessary to living as the wetness of it in our throats.

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  3. xerxes june mandeoyaOctober 1, 2006 at 7:09 AM

    this is so cool! I really hope to see more of these! :)

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  4. NORIE AMOSOctober 21, 2006 at 1:03 AM

    Hi Jeneen. Nangungumusta lang kami ng Tita Myrna mo (Sleepless in Silverdale,WA.- you know that "other" side of the Puget Sound..) Hope all is well with you back in Pinas country.

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  5. noemi romeroSeptember 14, 2007 at 1:12 AM

    this is super cool... thanks proud mi nga boljoanon... salamat!!!!

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  6. Jeneen GarciaSeptember 24, 2007 at 11:52 PM

    my pleasure :)

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  7. Cebu DiverApril 18, 2008 at 9:00 PM

    cool!

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