I have few friends. Befriending anyone demands my feel. A feeling of lightness towards a person may lead to consider opening up a conversation. Physical appearance is insignificant. Through a conversation, my first impression could be partially based and I could gamble for a second plunge.
This is how friend is defined by the dictionary. I took only three significant definitions. I thought that using pictures will further boost what the dictionary says.
It is a noun.
1.a person attached to another by feelings of affection or personal regard.
to add (a person) to one’s list of contacts on a social media website:
An idiomatic expression of friend.
make friends with, to enter into friendly relations with; become a friend to.
There are many sub-topics about friends that could be discussed. Idioms, quotes, quotations, sayings, poems, and songs could be written about. Its significance could not be ruled out in our everyday undertakings. Its meaning could be put to practice. We could find friends anywhere. And enemies, too. But who needs one. I prefer trustworthy friends rather than bitter enemies. The world would be peaceful with friends. Count on me and let’s make this universe happy.
Friends could be an animal or nature. It doesn’t always mean to be humans. Even beasts could become a sweet friend. In some instances wild animals could be domesticated and eventually adopt our ways and behavior and become our dearest friend.
This is all for now. Be a friend to everybody. It’s worth to be one.
It’s the rainy season again and the lockdown is sustaining its anchor in parts of the metropolis. Here in the province, its seems to manifest in the society about the dangers of being complacent about the virus. Strict measures were imposed during the pandemic and it paid off, so to speak.
Here I am, not being able to go back to the capital, squeezing the monotony of sleeping- late and waking-late habit to the limit. Watching TV programs on a bad reception was really a visual irritant to the eyes with only three channels to hatefully choose and accept as the remaining stations in the province. The better one was purposely chained to oblivion.
In time, I’ll be at the airport for the flight back to where I live with me, myself, and I. Passes are my only glitch that clog my system to grow my wings and quickly pack my things up for the flight anytime. This pandemic made our lives slow moving.
Listening to music on a Made in China bluetooth speaker makes me feel guilty of not honoring my membership to boycott Made In China products. Just yesterday, I went to the city to buy my medicines and paid my overdue bills. The thought of buying a small speaker for my laptop popped up. Choosing what brand to buy was effortless. Majority of the products they sell were china made. Can’t do anything, the price was cheap for a JBL bluetooth speaker.
I don’t mind quitting and throwing out my membership the next morning. It’s just a key away to make it happen. I should have kept it to get on the “heroic” act being waged worldwide in the internet. Anyways, no one knew about my membership in a hate post in FB but myself. The post now has one less minute voice shouting their slogan.
For now, anticipating a fresh rose-colored chance on finding some stimuli to make myself more active and lively in the days to come. Getting for my passes needed for the travel back to Manila where my yearning points, will be my triumph.
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I’m waiting for a spark to strike me to begin a topic of discussion. Something that will ignite my mind and feelings to write. It hasn’t come to me at this moment. Maybe at the stretch of this piece it will come slowly and without my knowledge this writing is finished.
Inspiration ! This is what I am waiting for. Ideas. Feelings. Arousal of my mind. I still can’t advance the continuance of what I am looking for. Maybe I have to concentrate a little more. I have to do away with a little disturbance. But the distraction is making me think deeply enough. Hoping my train of thoughts would not be disturbed and break its continuity. Again, concentrate.
An inspiration is what I need to start coining some phrases and conceiving it as a sentence. Agreeing to what it means needs a little pondering of the mind. Sentence construction is of the essence. Stanzas will be formed as my sentences are grouped to one thought or scene.
Inspire me more !
Express a thought one after another. Write what my mind is reeling at the moment. Continue until it stop. Stoppage gives me the chance to think further to give me more millage. Continue as I begin again to step on the pedal of speed.
Is it time to end? Have my ideas been expressed to the limit? Tenses and others, checked? Did I picture it right about my ideas and views of what I have expressed in my sentences? The whole stanzas? The whole piece? Was it the truth?
I find it hard to start writing an article right now. My mind just don’t function well. I’m looking for an inspiration for my consciousness to start grinding words to take off from my dusty brain. I just can’t begin a sensible and familiar topic to talk about. So, I’ve made up my mind to just copy paste one of my works from my previous wordpress website. I made a little correction along the way while reviewing it. It’s a poem for children.
THE BALLOON, AND THE CHILD’S WISH
he tossed a balloon into the air
it flew up as he made a blank stare
it went up, up, up, and then away
until it hid behind the clouds of gray
he wondered what has happened to it
when it continued to soar like a fighter jet
would it reach Heaven and be on the list
as one of the angels that ever exist
when would it come down and land on the lawn
would it take time just before the break of dawn
would it still be round and clean and without dirt
or would it be full of craters like the moon of the earth
he didn’t know the answer so he did just wait
he’ll be there at the window to rest its fate
did it reach Heaven, did St. Peter made a plea
he just wished and said, “His Rooster will bring it back to me…”
Enduring the boredom of staying at home makes it a hell on earth. Its been four months since I left Manila to visit my 94 year-old mother in the province and it felt like I’m a sloth in the middle of the forest climbing trees after trees in slomo. Disengaging myself from my daily routine within the active and fast city time and keeping in touch with the slow and idle moments of provincial time meant loosing track of the days in a week. Instead, I was chasing a loitering day and a choking night.
Within 4 months, I’ve gone to the city 3 times only because of the quarantine periods and other regulations pertaining to the lockdowns. Joining the uneasiness of driving are the checkpoints which made me feel on the verge of wilting a little.
Longing for home ? Yes. And I’m missing my home in Manila. I can’t help but think about the physical condition of my house. It might be very dirty already. The stink of the stray felines’ feces in the garage could be overpowering. The stench of cockroaches in the kitchen. The dusty floor may already be colored smog. Maybe the rats made the engine of my car their home. And the mosquitoes had multiplied a hundredfold.
How many months more can I travel and be back to Manila? Reports have been made public about flights being canceled, re-booked and canceled again. People have been flowing to the airport but flights have been called off. Some flights have not been confirmed. Some have waited for months and made the airport their temporary home and shelter.
But what’s the fuzz all about? Oh! COVID-19 is wiping the population dry if a solution could not be found in the earliest time possible. This Wuhan virus could kill us all.