Advertisements
Feeds:
Posts
Comments

Archive for September, 2007

Aside from my impeccably yummy body and those regular microorganisms who decided to stay full time in my unit (like those shrewd bedbugs lurking on my sofa and those relentless mildew inside my comfort room), only now that I noticed that another living thing has been growing in my house.

09292007It’s the old sibuyas (onion) inside my kitchen.  Yeah, that’s how long onions and other persishables stay inside my kitchen.  It is soooo unused that it decided to continue on with its own life.

Upon finding it, I deeply reflected on what to do with it: donate to the Bureau of Plants; stuck it deep in a pot full of soil to enjoy life further inside my house; or, chop it and be part of the ingredients in the pasta sauce I was about to prepare.  I decided to go on option number 3.

Tasty!

Advertisements

Read Full Post »

Call it memory loss, a senile moment, a tip-of-the-tongue case, a reduction of brain’s gray matter, forgetfulness or simply stupidity, but this morning I had difficulty trying to recall a word that would be appropriate for a statement in a memo that I was writing.

After my meeting in the morning, I rushed to my office to prepare a memo.  I wrote it but the word I want to use for a certain statement was left blank.  I squeezed my brain, took a deep breath, stare at the ceiling, stretched my arms, popped my knuckles, bit my fingernails but still the specific single unit of language I wanted to use failed to enter my head.  I try to fill the blank with other words synonymous to it but I was not satisfied.

Lunch time arrived, the memo was left unfinished due to this elusive word.  Some nutritionists believe that  glucose from carbohydrates fuels the brain that is why those geeks on South Beach Diet would always feel stupendously brain-dead.   Due to this, I  decided to have a hearty meal with lots of carbohydrates hoping that the carbo nutrients would digest soonest and goes immediately to my prosencephalon.

After lunch I head back to my office, talk to couple of employees, did my calls for the day, interview number of applicants, wrote other memos, do other significant office stuffs but still the baffling word fail to pop out from my forehead down to my medulla oblongata making the memo left unfinished.

I could have utilized another word but I just don’t want to give up.  Until suddenly and out of nowhere, like a light-bulb moment, it just popped out of my wits.  The word is EXPEDITE.

Wow ang babaw!

Read Full Post »

N.B.’s Unwritten

NatashaA couple of months ago, I inquired in every record stores that I could reach  for the second album of Natasha Bedingfield entitled N.B. The usual answer I received was that it is not available yet in the Philippines.  One rare occasion that I still clearly remember when I inquired at Music One in Greenbelt 3 if it was already available was that it was pulled out because the content of all CD cases of N.B. is not Natasha singing but somebody else in a male voice.  It gave me a good laugh!  Curious on who was the male singer, I actually ordered for such a rare copy but the sales crew explained that all copies were sent back to Sony-BMG office.

Now that I already have a copy, I enjoy listening to it!  Like the way it was explained in the CD cover, the songs “explore the many stages in a relationship; the highs and lows, laughter, regret, passion, frustration, choosing to trust, faith in what’s still unknown, grace for what is known, questions, insecurity, stubbornness, determination and surrender”.

For me, the best track in the album is the song entitled “Unwritten” written by Natasha herself with Danielle Brisebois and Wayne Rodrigues.  It is actually a bonus track for the Asian edition since the song is from Natasha’s first album.

I like it because the song’s lyrics encourage listeners to reach for their dreams and have a life full of adventures.  It conveys people to reflect on life as it happens…  Enjoy listening!

“>

I am unwritten
Can’t read my mind
I’m undefined
I’m just beginning
The pen’s in my hand
Ending unplanned

(Chorus I)
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words
That you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions

(Chorus II)
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest, it still unwritten

I break tradition
Sometimes my tries
Are outside the lines
We’ve been conditioned
To not make mistakes
But I can’t live that way

(Chorus I)
(Chorus II) 2x
(Chorus I)
(Chorus II) 2X

The rest is still unwritten…
The rest is still unwritten…

Read Full Post »

New Honesty

Life Through Rainbow-Colored Glasses

Vince Patrick Wanders

seeing the world as a young, gay, solo wanderer

Life Followed

The Little Big Blog on our life and adventures - Honeymoon in Vietnam

MissTalkaholic

My Hands Talk Better!

Life isn't so much a puzzle as it is a plan

I live. I think. I write. I shoot. Unedited.

45ragestreet.org

IN INCARCERATION NATION BE A SUPERHERO OR DON'T MATTER

Maxine Dodd: Racing lines

Fast drawings with a few words...

criticaldispatches.com/

Follow me on Twitter and Instagram @RichyDispatch

Ryan Bolton.

Writer. Photographer. Bearded.

pusang kalye

Nengkoy is the nickname of my mom during her pre-school years. Her parents and relatives call her ‘Ang Neneng Ko’. With her pretty charm and appeal, she was usually called in a melodic way using this lovely phrase. Until it evolved for easier articulation of the phrase, Ang Neneng Ko was shorten to Nengkoy.

The World According to Ryland

One part film and media blog, one part personal portfolio, one part chronicle of the life of a homeless aspiring novelist in NYC..

spiritualjourney17

Inspirational, motivational and a journey of self-discovery

The Coffee Prophecy

Nengkoy is the nickname of my mom during her pre-school years. Her parents and relatives call her ‘Ang Neneng Ko’. With her pretty charm and appeal, she was usually called in a melodic way using this lovely phrase. Until it evolved for easier articulation of the phrase, Ang Neneng Ko was shorten to Nengkoy.

Nengkoy

Nengkoy is the nickname of my mom during her pre-school years. Her parents and relatives call her ‘Ang Neneng Ko’. With her pretty charm and appeal, she was usually called in a melodic way using this lovely phrase. Until it evolved for easier articulation of the phrase, Ang Neneng Ko was shorten to Nengkoy.