Friday, March 27, 2015

Poetry, the Guitar Player


His eyes were dreamy,
distant as he strums,
the tenuous bands that
stretched against his fingers.

Image credit: kaylynnkrieg.wordpress.com


He gazed at them
as they had start to hit the drums,
the guitar trembled
in his deft right hands and lingers.

The guitar player plucked
his life in endless songs,
while in his home,
his wife awaits with renewed hope.

He bowed and smiled
at the happy throng.
But deep inside
his heart was sad,
trying to cope.

You see my friend;
the guitar player has a story.
His wife, his love, is sick
and down with cancer.

He needed all the money
for his wife’s recovery;
he has to play
until his fingers
bleed and conquer.

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Poem, The Final Attempt



I taste your lips so hungrily

I hope you’d stay and rest.

Your head is nestled happily

between my luscious breasts.

Your eyes met mine with pity,

I felt your soul reach out.

My womb is baby-empty,

That’s all it is about.

I know that there’s still hope for me,

Let’s give ourselves a chance.

A final try is meant to be,

let’s waltz our final dance.


Saturday, February 7, 2015

Valentine’s Day Poem - Just so You Know



Just so you know, I am still here.
Loving you with a heart, without fear.
Missing you every second of the day.
Wanting to be with you in every way.

Just so you know, I grieve inside.
Longing that you would be by my side
Wishing on the stars and moon above.
Waiting for you to make the move, my love.

Just so you know, I have not forgotten.
The love we had, although verboten.
You’ll always be a part of my encore.
My love forever and ever more.

Image credit: Fe Potter (thanks for the image)


Saturday, October 5, 2013

How to Express Yourself: When You're Young: Express Yourself, Before It's too Late

By: Lester Nang Dinuguan
"Before God we are all equally wise - and equally foolish"- Albert Einstein.

"When you're young and you're in love, you'd think it was the end of the world when the person you love rejects you, especially when you think that person is the one." I find that often true. To be young with many dreams, to be full of hope, to be full of love to give. How do people age into cranky shells of their former selves? Time, a lot of time, when you're young you often don't know what you want, until you're old enough to regret not having sought after it when you had the time.

People change, you can experience great joy that will lead to your contentment as time goes by. On the other hand, you may also experience things that not only dampen, but crush your spirit and take any trace of hope you have. When you're young you think everyone is against you and that you're being singled out, even if they only want the best for you. But who's to blame? What you see right now may not be as worth as you used to think it was. People can only advise, no one can dictate your destiny, it's all up to you.

Some people have high hopes and big dreams but without the power to do so. When you're young and have everything you wished you could have do you ever foresee tough times to come? When you're old, tired feeling helpless and robbed, do you blame yourself when you were young? Or do you waste time on pointing fingers? There is always a choice, but when you're young things get blurry and the roads seem ever misty even when the goal is clear.

When you're young you tend to blame other people for your failures, but who doesn't? when you're old but successful, do you ever look back to the time when you were young? did you struggle? Or were you fortunate enough to be born with a golden spoon? When you're young and struggling, you want success and simple joys, you want a happy family and a good job, a smile to greet you everyday. But when you've finally met your goals pray the old feeling does not fade away. Sometimes we get too much heaven that we don't realize that we're in heaven.

Sometimes we're way up in the clouds that we forget how it's like to have our feet on the ground. When you're young you want to help everybody and wish you had super-powers. Then older people tell you that what you believe in is none-sense. you listen and forget what it means to dream and believe in miracles. You think only of what's rational and FORGET that a MIRACLE MADE YOU. You even question he who made you. When you're young you're full of smiles without a care in the world. Then comes your duties and obligations and you forget what a smile truly means.

When you're young play around and you get hurt, regardless of how long you cry and feel the pain, you will always want to play again. age shouldn't be a factor in vigor and perseverance. don't let the weight of your physical body drag down the strength of your spirit. When you're young you pray to God as you wake, before you sleep, before you eat and just about every time you get a chance even when you don't understand him. You grow up you forget to pray and you say he understands you for not going to church because you're busy.

When you're dying you realize how foolish you were to forget the one entity who would never forsake you. When you're young you love unconditionally although you have a strong sense of self love you have the urge to love others nonetheless. You grow up and grow cold you forget what it means to love other people and yourself. Although you can still love unconditionally and selflessly, would you have the same spirit as you did back then? You think you're bigger than everyone else who are mature enough to admit when they're wrong?

Keep laughing because society will laugh back at you, growing cold is not becoming mature, it's withering, becoming a shell too obsolete to put in a shelf, not even good enough to remember. When you're young you forgive and forget, when you're old you learn to bear grudges and hate. When you're young you'd do just about anything for what you want but slowly learn right from wrong.

When you're old knowing right and wrong you often disregard what is wrong to get what you want. When you're young and you love you over flow. When you're old you think you're too old for it and believe wisdom keeps you from such rash decisions as learning to love again. Such wisdom is wasted on the pretentious, you can outgrow your toys but you should never outgrow love.

When you're young you're scared of sin, when you grow older, yo have vices and you blame the lord when you get sick. Oh, please, don't waste your time. The lord didn't create the elements for you to abuse and get cancer or any other vice related disease.

When you're young and appreciative you learn to say thank you at the smallest things, when you're old you forget those small things, those small words that could mean the world to other people. when was the last time you said "thank you" and meant it?


When is the last time you said sorry with a tear in your eye and never did it again? When was the last time you prayed just so you could thank god? When was the last time you told someone you love them just because you did? If that's what you call maturity you are mistaken, it's called ingratitude and rudeness, it is also called pitiful.

When you're young you are devoted, when you grow old, make sure you mature right. Maturation is not outgrowing the basic acts of kindness and love, maturation is finding better ways to do them! I am ending this with a thought I recall from the past "You can't enter heaven if you don't have the innocence of a child".

Monday, September 2, 2013

Food Trip: Korean Food Pictures and Others

Korean foods are the trip nowadays. If you haven't tasted Korean cuisine, now is the time to it. Here are some pics of delicious Korean foods. Dig in, and enjoy the spicy sumptuous dishes.

All pictures courtesy of  Sir Nikes Alviz



Sushi: Image credit: Nino Alviz

Remarkable Thoughts about Death: Is there life after death? How do you cope with the death of a loved one?

 Guest Post by Lester

You are mortal, set to die. Living with so much pleasure? Can you face God? Can you tell your maker that you are but human? Following the whim of a foolish and mortal heart? Forgetting he who gave you all you have? Do you even pray before you close those eyes, that you may live for just one more day? Do you thank him when you wake? do you fear the threat of dying this very day? too much pleasure is forbidden that men will not be conceited. To fill one's heart with gold, with power and all the pleasures in this world. Do they even leave a place for the Lord in their heart?

Image credit: Eneil Castro

You may not believe in God but one day you will die, you can not take anything you have with you, you come as you came and leave empty handed. Was your life worth living? All your success is but a grain in the sands of eternity, undistinguished from all that you may deem meager. Laugh as you will, but what comes after? You, in the eyes of all you hate, will be in a memory fitting only of hell.

Living with pain can you ask him why? What if he answers "I gave you life"? The graves are swollen with unborn children yet you who was given life still asks me "why"? Why question? Why question he that gave you the breath of life? You look at pain and all the anguish and chaos this world has to offer but do you even lift your little toe to do a thing about it? You question God for what you suffer, but do you see what you have?

Do you remember the last thing you told someone moments before they died? Do you still remember the look on their face or if they had a tear in their eye? Did you tell them all you wanted to say? Did you criticize the life they had before they die? Do you tell a dying person that they will face God? Wisdom is wasted in the hands of a fool as foolishness is not even a faint whisper in the ears of the wise. You think you have everything? You think you've known suffering? You are not even a visible speck in the vast universe yet dare question and understand it's maker? What then will you answer if he asks "What have you done with your life"?

These are but words, depending on it's reader they bear no significance, empty and not even worth the time of reading. You may not believe in an afterlife or the presence of a God, but moments before your death, you might just ask why. Is there really an immortal being that cares for both you and I? What then will you say to him if you meet? If there is no God, would it hurt you to believe? Humans, difficult to understand, always asking, looking for something to cling to, something to hang on to, why not put your faith in a God? Perhaps you may even reap the rewards of your hopes and dreams?

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Of Ignorance and Disgrace

 by Bianca Angela Evangelista
(bianophobic.tumblr.com)

Nine hours, two minutes in the evening of November 10. One of the most confusing nights that headlines my life. Thoughts, oblique thoughts penetrate my mind.

Why do I feel this way? What does my mind contain? Will I make it through?

Puzzled, I see myself plunging into a pool of ignorance and disgrace. Yes, from the simplest things, like failing to notice a person seated beside me or a thing placed in front of me. Paying attention sometimes makes me want to chew up the scenery. Ham-fisted, I am known to screw things up. Covered in shame, in those difficult times, I just want to run away. I have to run away.




For a moment or two, there were a lot of people, whose opinions matter so much, that everything they would say will always be a great deal. You know, people who just do all the talking while I do the listening. Most of the time, I surprisingly find both of my arms suspended on a string, being controlled by ever-demanding people. And I just despise how I once admired them.

Looking on the brighter side, being bamboozled by people you love and you don’t will surely make you be more cautious, may they be trustworthy, unfailing, concerned, good listeners or just good speakers. It has been another puzzling day for me. Here I go again, seeing myself, plunging into a pool of ignorance and disgrace. This is not how it ought to be. This is not how they thought it would be. This is how it should be.