Some of the cover arts I've created for my music files.

          Annie Lennox is one of my favorites. This song is very expressive and lyrical. The anguish was expressed without the usual belter's histronics. The feelings are raw, exact and hauntingly deep. She never shouted. The high notes were high enough. The words were questions and revelations of the singer's unable to understand anymore the conflicts and marital strifes; leading her to say he never knew her at all.

Time & Infinity

"It's natural for us to want to know everything. And we like to make up stories about everything. And those stories are often wrong. So people.. For people, we're finite. We're not gods. We don't own the universe. We're a tiny portion of the universe and now we've discovered that we're a much tinier portion than we might have thought before. We don't have the right, in some sense, to expect to know everything that there is to know. " - Tom Banks, theoretical physicist. "Through the Wormhole"

My First Mix Set on internet radio

My first mix set to be played on internet radio.

I just had to put this on my blog.

Blog Revived from a Literary Death

I just re-activated my blog. It's been frozen in time for almost two years. And as I read the entries I made, memories long tucked away came back. Most were mundane musings of my everyday life then. A few were "triggers" of significant events in my life. I have this tendency to avoid divulging too much info on my personal life; my kind of "defense shield." But I wrote enough to remind myself of what happened.

I started, or should I say re-started, writing on my blog today. I find that writing on my FB timeline have this side-effect of getting my personal thoughts lost in the midst of countless photos and re-postings. With my short-term memory getting shorter with each passing day, I'm going to need a journal as, in I.T. parlance, an "external data storage."

A Haiku Poem Remembered

I wrote this in my FB timeline last night in the middle of a heavy downpour outside my window.

Raindrops fall on leaves.
Underneath, lies a chrysalis;
A butterfly sleeps

A haiku poem I remember writing on a rainy night like this.

The Rain, The Floods & My Friends

As I watch the news on cable which is all about the rain and the floods, I know I have nothing to worry about my family. Our place is located high above the flood levels. My nephews and nieces are all at home; no classes on all levels was declared in Makati early this morning.

Still, I say a silent prayer for all my friends who are not as lucky. Hope they're safe from harm. Hope they get to their destination with little or no hassle.

Stay safe, one and all. My friends & family, you know who you are. 

  feeling worried about friends.