The Benefits of Oregano
Oregano (Scientific name: Origanum vulgare) is also known as Wild Marjoram, Mountain Mint, Origanum, Wintersweet and Winter Marjoram.
Hand of Hope: Samuel Alexander Armas
A picture began circulating in November. It should be "The Picture of the Year," or perhaps, "Picture of the Decade." It won't be. In fact, unless you obtained a copy of the paper, you probably will never see it.
Tracey Connelley, Baby P's Evil Mom, Shows NO Remorse
I have never been affected by any story as much as Baby P's story has affected me. Yesterday evening, I found myself sobbing twice! I just can't get over the sheer horror of the story.
Baby P's Murderers -- Why Are They Being Protected?
In my country, it has never happened before that the media and the people have been forbidden to actually reveal the names and faces of TC and SB, the murderers of Baby P.
That Winter The Wind Blows Finale: Did Oh Soo Die?
Over the holy week break, I spent the entire four days just watching the 15 episodes of this Korean show. Yes, I am a self-confessed Korean drama addict. I already have my favorite actors and actresses; albeit, I don’t know their names.
Apr 30, 2012
Apr 29, 2012
Mobile Blog
Sometimes, I don't want to go online and I just want to do a random blog post on my phone. Thus, I have my mobile blog. I haven't been blogging here. I've discovered the pleasures of anonymous blogging. I get to write every thing down without worrying about what you'd think or offending anyone. The thing is, I don't know who reads this blog. I don't know how much information I divulge here. So, yeah. I like writing anonymously. I still have people reading my thoughts without worrying about their judgment. And I can be as vulgar and as honest as I want to be.
Mar 20, 2012
If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda
This Used To Be My Poem For You.
Well, at least until I forgot about this poem
and sometimes, forget about you too.
Well, at least until I forgot about this poem
and sometimes, forget about you too.
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If you forget me
I want you to know one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
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