Friday, October 26, 2007

Got Tagged!

Got tagged by the Charmed Ones so I'm posting a screen shot of my desktop and doing a bit of elaborating.

As you will see, my desktop is quite organized, but this is only because the tagging caught me at a time when I wasn't too busy. The picture would have been very different if it was taken a month back.

The picture is that of the Singapore cityscape taken by my friend, Piper, during a visit to another friend, Kutilpa. Posted it on my desktop to keep me reminded of where I am going.

Took me a while to put this picture up. Had to figure out first how to capture a screen shot without actually using a camera. Haha. But I found out eventually.

Quite easy actually. Just hit the Print Screen (PrtSc) key on the keyboard and you instantly save a picture of your screen on the clipboard. Paste on any graphics program (like Paint or Photoshop), save, and voila! You have your screen shot. This, of course, works for Windows. Works differently with Mac, I think.

Okay, now I need to pass this on. I'm tagging Tina, Cam, Single Fish, Tintin, and Kutilpa. Let's see how your desktops look like.

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The Chronicler's Creed

Where there's water and sun, where there are friends to see or new people to meet, where there's something new to learn, experience, or do, where there's life, there I will be.


Y fue a esa edad... Llegó la poesía
a buscarme. No sé, no sé de dónde
salió, de invierno o río.
No sé cómo ni cuándo,
no, no eran voces, no eran
palabras, ni silencio,
pero desde una calle me llamaba,
desde las ramas de la noche,
de pronto entre los otros,
entre fuegos violentos
o regresando solo,
allí estaba sin rostro
y me tocaba.

And it was at that age... Poetry arrived
in search of me. I do not know, I do not know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I do not know how or when,
no, they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.

- An excerpt from LA POESÍA (Poetry) by Pablo Neruda