Thursday, May 07, 2015
One full bonding day
'In the right light, at the right time, everything is extraordinary.' -- Aaron Rose
**at borough. itan's treat. dinner with friends. 29August2013
One sharing day
'The meaning of life is to find your gift. The purpose of life is to give it away.' -- Author Unknown
*another lunch with the ladies. 29August2013
of filling the gap
Hi, stranger! Been ages. Apparently, I cannot post my flickr pics straight to here anymore. :( I will have to post it manually now... one by one... And I have been gone for over a year now... That will be lots of photographs. I'll figure something out... Anyway, nothing much done... Not a word written, when I said I'll write. Not a line drawn, when I said I'll sketch. Not a stroke painted, when I said I'll paint. Work took much of my energy and the rest has been stolen by whatever game I chose to play on my phone. Such is the life of the lost one. Lost as in ever in a soul trek... spiritual journey. Where everyday is class day and I'm always feeling it's the first day and everyone is new. I'm sorry. That seems to be a line for someone who didn't level up. It's just me I guess. Ever over thinking. But I leveled up. I believe I did. Maybe not in the way everybody gauge things but in my standards I did. I've jumped over hurdles, hit walls, made a mess, fought battles, almost cowed in fear and doubt, and run races, tripped over myself. God can attest to that... I call on Him a lot. I survived because He held my hand through it all. Thank You po, Lord! Today, I dug up this old blog thinking I'm only several months late but as it is... I am many months behind... The succeeding posts are my flickr pics these many, many months. When I cannot write anything, I take pictures and borrow words from some wise people... They say more than what you see... They tell more than what you read. I wish, like always you continue to find hope in them. Shabba! :)
Sunday, August 25, 2013
here's to keeping on.
'In this age, which believes that there is a short cut to everything, the greatest lesson to be learned is that the most difficult way is, in the long run, the easiest.' ~Henry Miller, The Books in My Life
*** God's annual exam... hopefully, I passed. Thank you to everyone who has been part of my year! The past many months has been a learning trek for the soul. You, each taught me something, somehow... knowingly or unknowingly, directly or indirectly. Here's to keeping the faith and seeing hope in everything. Keep on keeping on. Blessed be. 08242013
Friday, August 23, 2013
for the mindkeeper
'Leftovers in their less visible form are called memories. Stored in the refrigerator of the mind and the cupboard of the heart. ' -- Thomas Fuller
Yeng and Bamboo rocks!
BYrequest concert at the Smart Araneta. Galing!!!! Sobra. Repeat! :) 08172013
maring thoughts
*weather permitted a metro trip. maring stayed so long with habagat that people got tired of the extended holiday. got worried of the after effects... damaged properties, lost lives and livelihood, and the deteriorating health of those affected. although it did exhibit the resilience of us filipinos. that ever waterproof spirit. but then, the current, other national issue on the pork barrel scam got even more attention because what could have been used to help build new and better infrastructure, provide better health benefits, employment, education, etc... was pocketed by a few thick skinned folks. frustrating. the rains had stopped. but this other storm that the country's facing will require more than the filipino's waterproof spirit. extra prayers for the country. 08222013
looking up, looking in.
'It is singular how soon we lose the impression of what ceases to be before us. A year impairs, a luster obliterates. There is little distinct left without an effort of memory. Then indeed the lights are rekindled for a moment - but who can be sure that the Imagination is not the torch bearer. ' -- Lord Byron
Friday, August 02, 2013
some storm
"How many may a man of diffusive conversation count among his acquaintances, whose lives have been signalized by numberless escapes; who never cross the river but in a storm, or take a journey into the country without more adventures than befel the knights-errant of ancient times in pathless forests or enchanted castles! How many must he know, to whom portents and prodigies are of daily occurrence; and for whom nature is hourly working wonders invisible to every other eye, only to supply them with subjects of conversation?" ~Samuel Johnson
01aug2013
once upon a tree
'Trees are poems that earth writes upon the sky.
We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness.' -- Kahlil Gibran
25july2013
One blessed shirt
*a blessing came by mail today. just in time. extra prayers for the delegates of world youth day.
23july2013
sketching again.
*promised this to a friend... but my hand wouldn't sketch after the pencil draft...
so after many many months... inked and almost finished.
**replaced with the finished sketch 07192013
rest for the weary
'Lord let your mercy be on us as we put our trust in you.' -- inscription on the wall
10july2013
pasalubong ng bayan
' Don't miss the donut by looking through the hole.' -- Unknown
*newly renovated. dunkin store next to. the bus terminal
04july2013
charades
'A man generally has two reasons for doing a thing. One that sounds good, and a real one. ' -- J. Pierpoint Morgan
03july2013
the unmissed
'I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes.' -- Sara Teasdale
*I missed the rainbow but saw pink dusk .
03july2013
It is time.
'Time is a dressmaker specializing in alterations.' -- Faith Baldwin
* Our town has a new mayor. She's slowly cleaning the streets and putting things in order. Change is here. Extra prayers for her and our entire town.
02july2013
them patterns
*some see nothing but a veil blocking the light while others see the light cutting through the veil.
25june2013
Saturday, June 22, 2013
Friday, June 21, 2013
Two
Ever the rushing one
Too much to get things done
Often the effort seemed slighted
Is it ever worth it
Too much to get things done
Often the effort seemed slighted
Is it ever worth it
The queen of quiet drapes a veil
Curious one trudge the trail
Crossing the bridge blindly anew
Uncertain where it leads to
Curious one trudge the trail
Crossing the bridge blindly anew
Uncertain where it leads to
#repost from tumblr 06082013
Queens
Slept with a question mark
But grateful nonetheless
Record high on replies
No right answer yet
A variety of icons
Affecting one world
One always looking towards
The other ever looking in
Another watching from the sidelines
And the last never watched at all
In a time where everything is instant
The slow gets the better view
May not finish first
But will not finish last
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Take two
I don't think I can write everyday. Maybe once a week first. Then twice. Then every other day. Just to get back the habit. I'm so rusty.
How do I start? I've forgotten my writing style.
Today, started pretty much gloomy cause of the weather. Monsoon rains are here. Strengthen by a typhoon named after a fave artist. The Spurs lost to the Heat in what seems to be a rigged game. Workwise, I've progress a bit with this weekend's rushings. I lost my momentum somewhere after eight pm. I also heard a news, which saddens me. But couldn't do anything but watched from the sidelines. I am after all a better observer. Today, too, I trying to close a book on a chapter (if only in my mind) that kept being read over and over... told ten million times in a dozen versions about a proud blood I know. May it be so. Will try my hardest to be resolute about it. Good luck to me and the many things I wish to do!
For now, I'll stare at a blank card and a white box. Say extra prayers for me and you and hope tomorrow the creative energy comes early and let me share her through the work I do.
How do I start? I've forgotten my writing style.
Today, started pretty much gloomy cause of the weather. Monsoon rains are here. Strengthen by a typhoon named after a fave artist. The Spurs lost to the Heat in what seems to be a rigged game. Workwise, I've progress a bit with this weekend's rushings. I lost my momentum somewhere after eight pm. I also heard a news, which saddens me. But couldn't do anything but watched from the sidelines. I am after all a better observer. Today, too, I trying to close a book on a chapter (if only in my mind) that kept being read over and over... told ten million times in a dozen versions about a proud blood I know. May it be so. Will try my hardest to be resolute about it. Good luck to me and the many things I wish to do!
For now, I'll stare at a blank card and a white box. Say extra prayers for me and you and hope tomorrow the creative energy comes early and let me share her through the work I do.
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