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Thank goodness for the iOS blogger app. At least I've an excuse to be posting pics now. LOL!
- Two eggs. Two baskets. One for work. One for your life. Work is not, and should never be, your life.
- Happiness is just as easy to switch off as it is to turn on.
- Never mess with the natural rhythm of your life.
- No cosmic force is keeping you from working out or quitting smoking. You're either too lazy or just don't want to do it.
- Visualization takes faith a step further. Positivity works.
- Our lives have become so public that crying out loud has taken on a new dimension but has lost its purpose altogether.
- The world's a big tease. There's really nothing new out there. People are people. Wherever they are in the world.
- Compatibility never guarantees shit in love and relationships.
- Gratitude is priceless. Be thankful. Even for shit.
- Do not stop evolving. Ever.
Ned Legaspi, former TV star, ex-boss, and a very good friend of mine, invited me to be the first guest blogger for his travel blog,
P.I. Nating Lahat. Read all about it
here.
Originally written as a poem,
Ode to the Sea, and rewritten into a song called Where.
Looking for an Asian female on-cam talent with a lively personality and oozing with sex appeal. Must be willing to travel and work long hours.
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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.
LA POESÍA
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