Recycle Bin

Isn't it BEAUTIFUL? :))

Isn’t it BEAUTIFUL? :))

Staring at the dashboard.

 For a long time.

No words seem to come out.

Looking for inspiration.

Nada .

That creative juice.

I’m convinced writing cannot be forced.

It has to come naturally.

Natural is but normal?

What is normal is dictated by norms.

Should there be norms about writing?

Writing is an art.

Art is an expression.

Expression is action.

Action can be edited.

Or deleted.

When something is edited

Does it change reality?

Reality can be deleted.

When everything is deleted

There’s one last option –

Restore it from the Recycle Bin.

 

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Captured Scene: Flat Tire, Genting Highlands, Malaysia

After visiting Batu Caves and seeing Petronas Tower, the girls are still in a high energy to go to Genting Highlands...

Last Friday, I accompanied my friends for a short weekend get away as Monday was a public holiday. After visiting Batu Caves and seeing Petronas Tower, the girls are still in a high energy to go to Genting Highlands. We rented a cab for an uber expensive price, as there was shortage of buses on that day. Ended up stranded for a little while… Thanks to the PrimeRonda who helped our captain fix the broken tire. Looks like the girls enjoyed the ride :P

“Live,
Travel,
Adventure,
Bless,
And don’t be sorry.” – Jack Kerouac

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A Short Poem: Transcendence

Happy Oktoberfest! I mean, October first! :P

I thought, for a change, I will share a poem. This blog has a page for “Poetry” but nothing has been written. I have a collection of poems that I opted not to publish because I may be too shy and not ready for public scrutiny ;). It is in my undisclosed blog where I write stuff that I cannot share with the public. For the time being. Let this be, an exception :).A short poem about TRANSCENDENCEThis was written for someone, whom in so many ways, with little time, have touched my life and have affected what I have become now. I wish you joy from here and beyond. Until we meet again. xxx

Captured Scene: Rangitoto Island, Auckland, New Zealand

Overlooking Rangitoto Island from Mt Eden on a sunny windy day :)

Overlooking Rangitoto Island from Mt Eden on a sunny windy day :)

“Climb the mountains and get their good tidings.
Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees.
The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves”. – J. Muir

US Embassy: I Was Disappointed But Thanks Anyway

US Embassy SingaporeDear US Embassy,

It took me a month before I was able to compose a letter. For this context, come up with a post. I couldn’t reconcile what title I would be making of: “I was rejected by the US Embassy“, “An Open Letter to the US Embassy“, “For the very first time, I got my visa application rejected“, “I Hate You US Embassy“… The latter seemed most fitting for the disappointment I was feeling that time. I knew I was not being rationale. What hate would do? It won’t change the situation. Moreover, it’s a plain waste of time and energy. It’s past. It belongs to the past. Move on.

Once I accepted it, I felt relieved. What’s left are learnings. Continue reading

Wrap Up: WWOOF at Château de Sacy

Sacy2Today I received an email from Hermine, the artist cum owner who runs the Chateau de Sacy in Picardie, France. There will be an art exhibit at the Chateau this September which will run until October. Coincidentally, I saw the photos sent by Chelsea, a friend whom I met while we were volunteering and traveling, and on an indefinite leave from work. I have written a post – WWOOF:

Chateau de Sacy (Week 1) http://maftravelgraphy.wordpress.com/2012/11/05/wwoof-chateau-de-sacy-week-1/ and nothing follows after.

WWOOF or World Wide Opportunities on Organic Farms, others adapted it to call – Willing Workers on Organic Farms while others choose an acronym which is – We’re Welcome on Organic Farms. WWOOFer is how you call a volunteer who participate in WWOOFing activities. A WWOOFer do a voluntary work helping the host in the farm. In return the host provide the WWOOFer a free accommodation and food.

Looking back, it was one of those meaningful activities I have done while traveling. Staying and living with a local, learning their language, helping in the domestic work at home and farm, participating in their day to day living different from yours is such an enriching experience. We learn best thru our active participation and actual application. What I remember most was what Hermine told me that what inspires her to re-invent the  Chateau was her fellow artist Filipino friend (hmnn, I can’t recall the name, he’s in the Wikipedia and I think we came from the same Alma mater). Hermine kept telling me that I was her first WWOOFer from Southeast Asia,and  the only one from the Philippines). Whatever she meant I did not bother to ask. I remember the day I arrived, Hana, a fellow WWOOFer excitedly open the gate for me and help me carried my luggage. I greeted her the French way, kissing on both cheeks. I attempted to do the same for my host but  I wonder why Hermine appeared to be distant and seemed to snob me. Days later, Hermine talked to me openly and said she she was dismayed seeing me arriving at her palace as she was expecting Mafey to be a boy! And physically built with muscles!! I was laughing out loud and asked her – does my name sounds like a boy? But she cited that since I was working in a construction and engineering industry – she was expecting some masculine boyish who will work at her farm. As there would be lots of heavy stuff to carry, like the pile of woods from felled trees, and other work that requires man power! :P Continue reading