While the iron is hot, learn how to strike. This is the truth. Learn
how to seize the moment when it is already in front of your face. Carpe
I've travelled to the Garden Isle once again where I could be enjoying
the confinements of serenity. Truly the island's splendor evokes the aura
mirror is in front of me. You are the mirror of myself.
People clothed in their best attires. Faces filled with smiles. A
year is in the passing and comes another. We look back. Lives going uphil
and downhill. We look forward. Hope.
Christmas Day. A gentle breeze landed upon his lips. Those are the
words which came forth from her lips. Blown by the wind on Christmas eve.
Nine days before, she prayed unceasingly. A gift wrapped by hope and faith
is her love she gives to him.
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I've been writing at a very tender age.
My parents inspired me to write. They read this magazine (Bannawag) in
our native dialect and mom used to tell me stories from which she reads
from the magazine.I told myself, it would be great to write a story, and
tell a story. So in high school, I was assigned as the associate editor
in our high school newspaper.
college my English teacher said that I should be in the creative writing
class because of my writing style. It's so funny, but I took the experience
to the next level. Writing is a passion or you could call it an obsession.
my first journal entry wasn't hard at all. I have been inspired to work
on my journal through this TV series Dear Diary in the late 80's in RPN
9. Inspired to write and tell how I feel for someone and not lie to myself.
Then the 90's came when I had my first computer and my DOS word processor.
Ever heard of WordPerfect? Doogie Howser, M.D., showed me the wonders
of information technology and the wonders of the computer as a tool of
creativity. Words would churn out naturally like the flow of a stream
rushing into the sea.
I often see my English teacher in Starbucks where sometimes, I would write
my poetry. I have some poems published by the International Society of
Poetry (www.poetry.com). I have also short stories written. One of them
is A Day at the Hill which you have read.
find great pleasure while waiting for my plane, I start to write from
the whispers of my soul. Nick Bantock would agree or Paulo Coelho. Write
as if you are talking. Let your heart speak and see them as written words.
Inspired from life's peaks and valleys, writing makes the ordinary extraordinary.
Do you remember Jose Rizal? Today marks the 105th anniversary of his
martyrdom. He wrote the books Noli Me Tangere and El Filibusterismo which
the Spanish authorities in the Philippines in the latter part of the 19th
century considered the book subversive. Today the reforms that Rizal have
fostered is set in a different stage. Who are we? Have we defined the
true Filipino? Disunited in the sense that we can't even follow our own
set of rules to govern ourselves. Love thy country and thy country shall
shine once again.
I will keep writing, so love will reach you.
eve. A lass lits up the fireworks as she welcomes the year 2002. It's
also her 12th birthday. What does she wish for? I don't know. Perhaps
the fire would light up her path while in the dark. Where do you go from
here? You would be starting the new year tomorrow. You will wake up the
year is 2002. Don't look back when it was 2001 when the world have seen
so much tragedy to man. Live today and each day forth when a child like
you will bring forth the joy of tomorrow.
year ends at 12 midnight. Happy new year! Welcome 2002!