A Little Piece of Heaven

Last Thursday, there were just so many things to do and so many people to talk to. It seemed like it was a really hard day. I decided to give myself a break. On the ground floor of the building where my office is located is a little store that sells great tasting and moist chocolate cakes. It can wipe away the scowl on some people's face. It can make them feel a bit better about things. For a moment, as you sink your teeth to this delight, you know that you have been given a brief reprieve from everything else. What about you? What is your little piece of heaven?

once a year beauty

This flower blossoms once a year. After that, the branch dies, and a new one is reborn to take its place. I guess it is not so bad to take a year to produce something as beautiful. Maybe it is worth it to die after doing so. Or something like that.

You are What You Listen To

A friend from college was surfing the net and somehow found my Multiply site. Talk about nothing to do on an early evening. Anyways, the first thing that she did was peruse my blog and read, among all things, an entry with a list of songs that I never tire of listening to. Out of all the other entries that I have; not to mention, this being the first thing she did before even adding me as a contact. She also left a comment saying that one of the songs I like is something she enjoys, as well. I reallized that she was lured to that blog entry because it was about my type of music. I guess among the best way to know where the person is at a particular point in his/her life is to ask what is the theme song of his/her life. Moreso, to know a person more is to listen to what he/she has on his/her MP3 player.


You are what you listen to...I dare say that it is indeed true that music is the language of the soul. Whatever issues in life as of the moment can be echoed in a song. The deepest desires of ones' heart will be found in the lines of a song. It is not just because the song is in vogue. It is not just the catchy tunes but moreso the feelings and the memories evoked by the song. It might be the song playing on your first date or when you first laid your eyes on that special someone. It might be the song that you sing to at the top of your lungs with your best buds. It might be just the last song that you heard before you shut the radio and made you feel quite good. Point being-music shows who you are.

Tell me what you listen to, and I will tell you who you are.

The Marvels of Blogging

I remembered writing in my journals as a teen ager every night or so. There was a time when I will buy those diaries with lock and key hoping that nobody would be able to look in to my secrets. Some of my friends frown upon internet blogging. They say that some thoughts are private and that a blog is like advertising one's self. If one wants to write about ones thoughts and aspirations, then one should use the trusty old journal that is under lock and key.



I am at two minds about it. I do believe that some things are private. I do believe that some thoughts should be kept probably typed in a document that has a password. A part of me screams that one should be generous with ones thoughts so that other people could learn from them. It is not so easy to talk about life in general, but everyone could benefit from one's thougths. Call it a contribution to the world. Who knows how one reflection or ideas might affect even a person's life?

I come across a person's blogs that does not talk about anything too detailed that could possibly embarrass some people in her life, but the reflections are quite personal and very helpful. Since, I have decided to blog, I am also finding ways to make this more interesting for people who might wander through this pages. I am trying to find out how I may learn HTML. I am trying to look for HTML for dummies and maybe even dabble in photoshop a bit. I have been far too interested in computers and lay outing for far too long that some friends think that I might just have the aptitude for it(well, I guess that was in comparison to them.) I have been trying to push MS Word to the limit to work for me. = ) Anyway, I seem to be ranting...the point really is blogging is a way to share things from photographs to memories and maybe just maybe our blogs can help us change the world one person at a time. It sure makes the world become smaller than it trully is.

Blogs have been for me a way to touch lives of those whom you know and don't. In my own little way, I am making an attempt to reach out.

You know you are old when...

. . . you hear the songs that you listened to as a child revived by new artists,

. . . you hear people say that you do not look your age(it definitely means you are old)

. . . you meet people who say " i would like to introduce you to my son, nephew or friend; you might end up liking him. Come on, let me set you up."

. . . you receive text messages from your younger cousins asking for advice;

. . . you do not want to celebrate your birthdays anymore;

. . . you write lists like this...

you are definitely getting old...I really am...

The Fence Sitter

In our family, we often have strong opinions about things happening around us. When we get started on something, it seems we would never end until we have exhausted all the sides of an issue. Lately, it dawned upon me, what is the use of us talking about all these stuff? Nothing changes just because we are talking about it. We are simply looking in. We are fence sitters. We sit on a fence and look at the expanse of activity whirling around us. We comment. We argue. We discuss. We criticize. We react. We hardly do anything. That's what we often are- fence sitters.

Are you a fence sitter too?

Welcome to Dragon's Draft

Welcome.



A blog has been brewing in my head for a long time. Helping people write their essays made me realize how blessed I have been to be able to put words together confidently and hopefully, sensibly. I really have a secret desire to be published one day. I know I chickened out on a Creative Writing class because most of my classmates were already published at their tender age of 18, and that fact intimidated me. It would have been a good chance to learn, practice and get ready to be published.



With this blog, I just want to share my thoughts and sentiments. I know somewehere somehow you may echo some of them or even say "Is that ever possible?" I hope to be able to post from time to time(I guess I would be able to write at least once a week).

Thank you for visiting my blog! Hope you drop by again soon.

And so, let the journey of the dragon begin...

Let the drafts document the journey...