I was on my way to a restaurant that late afternoon to meet a friend, hurrying and my mind was filled with gloomy thoughts. My mind just wandered aimlessly, battling inner fears. Rebel as I was, it seems that I am all wearied and fighting against the world, crushed in the agony of my self-defeat- I [...]
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Death Of A Little Bird
Posted in Current Affairs, Essay, Memoirs, Prose, Religion, Social Commentary, tagged admonishing, afternoon, agony, anger, arms, being, bird, bomb, broken, bushes, cat, chameleon, charm, child, chirp, claws, cloak, composure, cool, creature, dam, danger, darkness, day, despair, dwelling, earth, emotion, enemy, face, faith, father, fear, flight, flood, fragile, friend, God, grief, ground, hand, home, humanity, ice, knife, lesson, life, lost, markings, masquerade, mind, moment, Nature, nest, nowhere, overwhelmed, pain, person, place, powerlessness, prodigal son, Prose, questions, quick thinking, reason, rebel, restaurant, road, scuffle., side, sight, soul, stay, tear, thoughts, time, tragic, trust, ventricles, vivid, way, weight, wisdom, word, world, years on April 25, 2009 | 2 Comments »
While Listening Alison Krauss
Posted in Art Scene, Literature, Memoirs, Music, Nature, Prose, Society, Travel, tagged Alison Krauss, Ally McBeal, Americana, barrel, beautiful, bliss, bluegrass, bodies, breeze, canteen, cares, childhood, cockfighting, colliseum, confusion, containers, country, crowd, day, disillusionment, dream, earth, escape, expectators, food, footstep, fragile, gaze, good, grade school, grandmother, green, happiness, heyday, honest, journey, joy, leaf, life, lifestyle, lives, love, lullaby, mind, modern, moment, mood, Music, noble, old, One, organic, playlist, profound, Prose, pure, rendition, restless, rock, rural, sacred, sea, seat, series, sight, simplicity, solitude, song, soul, sound, space, staple, sugarcane field, Sunday, themes, therapy, tide, time, town, treasure, TV, voice, whiskey, wind, wine, wood planks, world on April 10, 2009 | 2 Comments »
I am a bit choosy with the music I used to play in my playlist. Bluegrass and country genre is a daily staple of my waking music life. I have fallen in love with the soothing voice of Alison Krauss since day one, when I heard “Now That I Found You” and her own rendition [...]
Blank Canvas In A Lazy Afternoon
Posted in Art Scene, Literature, Philosophy, Poetry, Prose, Relationships, Society, tagged afternoon, anger, angle, apples, art, bizarre, black, blank, blue, blue green, bridge, brook, brush, canvas, circus, clock, collage, collection, colony, color, concrete, content, crystal, cube, Dali, death, dot, dove, dust, easel, elephant, everyday, existence, face, fascism, frame, freedom, gothic, grey, hills, human, idiosyncrasy, illusions, illustrations, images, imaginary, indigo, keypad, leaves, light, lines, Magritte, man, mind, Monet, muse, mysterious, orange, pain, paint, palette, pessimism, Picasso, pieces, pink, poetry, Pollack, portrait, Prose, raindrops, reality, reason, rectilinear, red, revival, scenes, scribblings, sharp, sketchbook, sky, somber, soul, space, square, strobe, surface, swan, thing, thoughts, threshold, time, tragedy, treachery, tree, tube, typewriter, umbrella, Van Gogh, white, wind, window, world, yellow on March 21, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Pensive as I was in this lazy afternoon. Looking out in the window and the hazy light filtered through. Sending dust like a strobe of crystals. I stared. Just stared for the longest time. The muse didn’t come as I expected. Like an acrylic tube on the verge of squeezing out of its contents, I [...]
Canine Memories
Posted in Current Affairs, Essay, Memoirs, Prose, Relationships, Science, tagged affinity, age, angelic, arms, bestfriend, birth, bite, body, bystanders, canine, celebration, child, childhood, connection, creatures, cross, cry, day, dog, dying, emptiness, Essay, evening, eyes, father, feeling, fondness, funeral, garden, God, gradeschool, gun, heart, incident, innocent, knife, life, loss, man, mother, mound, names birth, New Year, pet, Prose, puppy, separation, sorrow, stomach, street, tails, thought, tiger, time, tree, trigger, water, white, words, work, world, years on March 19, 2009 | 2 Comments »
At young age, I was severely smacked down by our pet dog. When my father learned about it, he brought down his gun and pulled the trigger. The dog instantly died. But I was hospitalized, sending my parents into panic if I had contracted the dreaded rabies. But thank God, there is no indication of [...]
Life Uncommon
Posted in Current Affairs, Essay, Memoirs, Philosophy, Prose, Religion, Social Commentary, Society, Travel, tagged anguish, answers, apathy, best, cause, celibate, circumstances, comfort, culture, day, death, doctor, Essay, fame, family, fear, friend, gain, God, hours, indigenous, individuals, inspiration, life, light, martyr, masses, mission, modern, neighbor, nurse, orphans, pain, patients, people, priest, prison, Prose, sentiments, sickness, spiritual, storm, strangers, street, stress, temptation, way, widows, worker, world, zones on March 16, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
What if I finally embark on a mission to indigenous lands? How can I accept their way of life? Will I accept their culture as superior than I have born with and satisfied with? Will I ever change my way of life and draw some inspiration and become like them-unwary of the stress of the [...]
Words To Live By
Posted in Current Affairs, Essay, Memoirs, Philosophy, Prose, Relationships, Social Commentary, Society, tagged blessing, contentment, day, depression, Essay, everyday, experience, favor, friend, gratitude, harmony, heart, man, mistakes, people, pity, poverty, Prose, prosperity, self-esteem, someone, sorry, stress, thank you, thanks, trait, words on March 15, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
There are three words to learn if you want to be in harmony with almost anyone. This is sorry-if you have unintentionally hurt or done mistake against someone. Another is thank you -if you have received in gratitude any kind of help from someone else. And the last word is please-if you need something or simply asking [...]
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Two Hundred And One Days Of Solitude
Posted in Architecture & Design, Art Scene, Books, Current Affairs, Essay, Film, Haiku, Literature, Memoirs, Music, Nature, Philosophy, Poetry, Politics, Prose, Relationships, Religion, Science, Social Commentary, Society, Sports/ Leisure, Technology, Travel, tagged acknowledgement, age, ahead, anchor, anyone, avoid, before, belief, blog, book, boundary, business, celebration, channel, commercial, companion, confessional, consider, constant, constraint, constructive, continuous, creative, days, decision, detail, development, discourse, energy, entity. collaboration, Essay, essential, existence, experience, explorative, expose, expression, facet, favor, feedback, fellow, forge, free, friends, friendship, fruitful endeavor, fulfillment, gain, granted, guide, heart, help, high, honest, hope, humanity, hundred, ideology, inner, inspiration, intention, intimate, joy, keep, know, less, level, life, literary, long, maintain, medium, merit, mind, minute, monetary, noble, One, output, path, patronage, personal, Philosophy, piece, pitfall, platform, poem, poetry, Politics, prejudice, Prose, purpose, reader, readership, reflect, reflection, religion, richness, sacrifice, seek, self-discovery, sense, share, small, sober, solitude, soul, stay, subject, system, tackle, take, thank, time, Travel, two, understanding, uphold, valuable, value, vivid, without, writer, writing, years on August 27, 2010 | 16 Comments »
Today, marks my two hundred and one days of solitude. It gave me a sense of fulfillment to know that I have stayed through all these years writing the many vivid facets of my mind, heart and soul. Writing became my constant companion whom I can share and reflect on the intimate, smallest and minutest [...]
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