My First Love

My First Love

3 November 2008 • No Comments

i have forgotten about what it is to write….. to catch that in-between the silence and the heart’s beating…and g0 about that divide which separates shadow from the ground…. my first love.
and so i write, répondez s’il vous plaît.
~ by innocentthing on 3 November 2008. Tagged: exh0rtati0ns, the beginning of the end

My Facebook Personality Color

My Facebook Personality Color :

Melon

You are a very shy person. But you are also very compassionate and kind. You love to help other people, and you are very selfless. If someone is hurt, you are always the first one to help even if you don't know them. However, you are very timid, so you don't have many friends. If you want to be someone's friend, tell them. Trust me, they want to be your friend too. Your motto: "Others before me."

Hmm... Quite true.

Halo-Halo: The world in a parfait

I attended a writing workshop today. This is my first ad copy. (Editor: Ms Tabby)

It won me chocolate and cookies, and got me spending for dinner with mommy and daddy :-)
Makes me happy :D :D :D

the family pick: lloydie, goldie, and the babie

--why not?! hahaha.

Let Me Write IT.

I've been told a number of times....

I KNOW.

My language is English and not American.

My vocabulary is elitist.

Ang aking irog ay Tagalog; mon intelligence en Français; an sakong kalag, Bicol.

(My love is Tagalog; my intellect, in French; my soul, Bicol)

I never claimed to be the best; only that I can write.

To create and communicate.

AND SO I WRITE.

REPONSE, s'il vous plaît

Ex Animo

AUGUST 15, 2005

out in the wild
it stood before me
tall and pleasant
i came to it
i seem to know right then
it is it
the door swung open

August 15, 2005 in From The Love Bear's Heart [Ex Animo]

Saying "NO" to the Wind in the Desert

Its been years since i last saw him. that guy. but maybe it is better this way. staying a world apart. what I used to think I understand, I now realize I don’t. but what I didn’t, i now do.

Sometimes myopic eyes only see a mirage. one moment can be like an entire life, and one person mean a whole world.

But as you pass over the desert, you will find yourself educated. You begin to walk willfully according to the map laid before you by the lord and not according to the wind’s blows. And of these I am sure:

The sun can burn the skin at midday, but a cloud is sure to hover above to protect the sojourner. At night, when all that’s in sight is the all-encompassing sky almost undivided by only a subtle line of gradually fading colors from the vast and seemingly infinite mass of sand, it should feel cold, but by recollection of the fire in the heart of him who is waiting, the pilgrim can never die of the chill.

While beneath the open skies, I did once dream of that life you are living now, I know that as you turn to your bed to sleep every time, you pray to live the life I have. Know then, that I continue to pray for your happiness, if it be the only thing I can do for you as our years come away everyday.

TO SAY YES TO THE RIGHT THINGS,
you have to say no to a lot of other things.

cappuccino syndrome strikes again

i am definitely no match against my writing partner.

with his background and experience in the field, he can write as much as 70% more of what i can call a day in done done finish. seated next to him, i'm an alien to this planet, a novice even at understanding how the world works.

i don't hate my job, just that sometimes i am thinking i'm on the wrong side of the fence. technical writing has always been my Waterloo; creative writing, literary criticism, and the essay are what i know best to deliver, but what the pen needs to go through, it must endure.

i do enjoy the challenge and i'm learning a lot, yet i wonder how long will my ink last for this one :-)

it's all a humbling experience and i can only pray about it.