Posted in Memoirs on Sep 11th, 2008 3 Comments »
I was searching through the friends list on my Friendster, when suddenly a name came accross my mind. Yeah, I was looking for this friend for so long and now I am typing her name on the blank spaces anticipating that the search engines will come up with some positive results. Voila!! There she goes. She is [...]
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Posted in Memoirs on Sep 9th, 2008 3 Comments »
I am sitting here. Stranger as I am. Finally, this is the freedom I always wanted. No one obliged me to be here. Just as my whole being in its truest moment. One with the wind and the sea.
I am sitting here. Just letting the blue sky engulf me. As I record each frame of [...]
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Posted in Literature on Sep 8th, 2008 2 Comments »
Among the fireflies
lies a woman waiting ablazed
with her passion to love.
Like a Venus in her shell,
where nocturnal creatures lay
witness to her secret rendezvous.
She hums a melody
dispersing fear, hoping
for her knight to come.
But the knight will not come,
she knows.
She wanders. She dreams.
Of some galant prince
from a faraway kingdom
to take her away.
Of fairy godmothers
bestowing charm. [...]
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Posted in Memoirs on Sep 6th, 2008 2 Comments »
Love
before sunrise…
I saw you there among the horizon, peering through the breaking of the first light. That gentleness like the morning star had me longing for more. More of you from the previous night. Let me embrace you like the feathery clouds in their afterglow. How serene am I in your bosom. Not a care in [...]
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Posted in Current Affairs on Sep 6th, 2008 1 Comment »
The world is one big classroom, I must say. And we are all the students learning how to figure out life’s great lessons. Just as we are looking at that big greenboard of countless possibilities of reading, of thinking, of testing ideas, of talking and of course, communicating.
We all sit there in our own chairs and [...]
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Posted in Art Scene on Sep 5th, 2008 3 Comments »
Munad is the inverted name for “danum”, which in Ilocano (a Northern Philippine dialect) means water. Under Iwag Palattao’s direction alongside with Dato, a Baguio resident artist, they formed a visual artist group of five which included myself. I am the youngest and the least talented, and I don’t have that great artistic talent to venture out, other [...]
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The sweet girl has finally became a complete woman. A mother. As I watch little Rian in the webcam, kicking the football toy held by his mom, I cannot hold back the tears from welling my eyelids. I am so happy with this friend who once had the sweetest smile, with her good-naturedness and hearty [...]
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