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::The Journeyman:: ::MusikaCentral:: ::homeward bound:: ::digital detours:: |
 I am Ariel. The world we live in is a lonely world. Here, true happiness is hard to find. We are on a continuing quest for happiness. As we spend our days in this world, we look for things, places, people, and activities that help us forget for a while that we are in a lonely world. We mingle with people, exchange praises with them, laugh with them, or cry with them. At the end of the day, we still find ourselves alone. True happiness is not in this world. My first (and abandoned) blog:Mizundahstood My second (abandoned) blogThe Road Less Traveled By MY first serious project:Omniana Online. Interactive. Empowering. Initiating change. My First Youngblood article. Other cool links: Listen to some music from my fave band--Rivermaya The Interview with God Watch it. Be inspired by it. Share it. Pathways to Higher Education. Pathways Mindanao Visit, read and help. SEOContest2008 Gino dela Paz, Phippine Daily Inquirer's Super Columnist KALINGA Kitchie Nadal Alam mo ba ang nadarama, ng isang iniiwasan? Alam mo ba ang naiisip, ng isang may sakit? Mahirap isipin, ang mga bagay Na di mo kinalalagyan, Na di mo nararanasan CHORUS: Ngunit nandito ako, ipinakikita sa inyo Ang aking sinapit, dahil sa natamong sakit At nandito ako, umaabot sa inyo Humihingi ng kalinga, hindi ng inyong awa Maraming nagsasabi, sa huli ang pagsisisi Ngunit kundi dahil sa pagsisisi, aral ay ipagsasantabi May bukas pa para sa akin, may landas pang tatahakin Mundo'y lalagyan ng kulay, habang ako'y nabubuhay REPEAT CHORUS Aking nais, kaibigan ko, unawa't kalinga mo |
The Artist Scribble. Yes, crooked lines. Some more crooked lines. A few words. And some phrases, too. Meaningless at first. Dab. For now, with just watercolor. Cheap watercolor whose shades change right before your eyes and colors fade even before you're done. Some figures. Abstract. Step, point, step. And mincing steps. Observe the feet of your meticulous instructor. Endure the pain of the stomping of your sweating mate; on your foot and her verbal lashing when you take your turn, accidentally. Resonate. Exhaust your vocal cords until the piece is over and your trainor's long list of sharps and flats you did extincts; until you run out of breath. As grains of sand slip between your fingers, a heap forms. Gradually. Ascending to a height. Build your castle. Ariel Lalisan Posted at 03:11 am by aclworld
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