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Willing Exile: Regurgitation
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Mental snapshots of an eternally-searching soul. Wednesday, April 01, 2009. Flashback to an episode one might have seen on the Discovery Channel, National Geographic, or Animal Planet : the she-wolf, back from a successful hunt and feeding, makes her way to her cubs, and she regurgitates the chunks of meat from her stomach to feed her young. As life goes on, events keep on happening, some good, some bad, some with purpose, some without, some planned, some surprising. So here I am again. There is nothing ...
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Willing Exile: Fallen Heroes
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Mental snapshots of an eternally-searching soul. Monday, April 30, 2007. I spent some part of the late evening Saturday and early morning yesterday to read up on "Huling Gabi sa Maragondon," Rene Villanueva's Palanca Award-winning one-act play way back in the early '80s. In the piece, Gregoria Bonifacio begs for the life of her husband Andres, condemned to death along with his brother by the Revolutionary Government's military court. An interesting sidelight here: despite all our pulling for the underdog...
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Willing Exile: Much for Nothing, Alas
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Mental snapshots of an eternally-searching soul. Thursday, March 21, 2013. Much for Nothing, Alas. Too much noise going on. Too much running around for what's new. Not much to do by hanging around. Not fun if it's time without you. Too much store in knowledge that dies. Too many toys, too many things. In the end they don't mean too much to your heart. When your heart is no longer whole. Too many lights to hide the darkness. Illuminated and yet rendered blind. Too much ego and mole-hill building. Anybody'...
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Willing Exile: Worlds
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Mental snapshots of an eternally-searching soul. Sunday, November 02, 2008. There is a poignant line in the first ring of stories in "The Gunslinger" (first of the Dark Tower series by Stephen King) where Roland Deschain, the last gunslinger, is forced to make a choice - whether to pursue the Man in Black, or to leave behind his young ward, Jake Chalmers, a boy transplanted from our reality to his world. Go then, there are other worlds than these. And from there he plunges to his death. Of course, there ...
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Willing Exile: July 2013
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Mental snapshots of an eternally-searching soul. Thursday, July 25, 2013. I'm old. I've been beaten down by this. However, I refuse to give up caring. In my job it's hard to keep on doing it and coping with the reality of expatriate life in Saudi Arabia. I look into someone's eyes and I know I've been there. I can only offer sympathies. Joseph Angelo de Guzman. Links to this post. Thursday, July 11, 2013. Blow a Bubble of Good Cheer. Kung ika’y magiging akin. Di ka na muling luluha pa. Should you ever be...
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Willing Exile: First Impressions
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Mental snapshots of an eternally-searching soul. Sunday, May 16, 2004. It's a shame there are no places to cruise and watch for girls that I know of. One can walk to a Ladies' Center (the only places for single women to get apartments - there is one about a five-minute walk away from the apartment, at the Silver Tower), but that's about it, because security guard meanies get in the way. Best of luck to anyone trying to get in there. Joseph Angelo de Guzman. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Belong - I'...
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Willing Exile: Retirement
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Mental snapshots of an eternally-searching soul. Friday, January 03, 2014. There comes a point in one's life when too much information and searching for connection becomes more of a "miss" thing than generating true "hits." There comes a point when the random thought desires to become purposive, and the creative urge must be mastered, tamed, and redirected. Sure But some part of me says, let it stick around,. At some point there may be something I will need to say, and maybe I will post a link of it here...
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Willing Exile: January 2014
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Mental snapshots of an eternally-searching soul. Friday, January 03, 2014. There comes a point in one's life when too much information and searching for connection becomes more of a "miss" thing than generating true "hits." There comes a point when the random thought desires to become purposive, and the creative urge must be mastered, tamed, and redirected. Sure But some part of me says, let it stick around,. At some point there may be something I will need to say, and maybe I will post a link of it here...
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Willing Exile: August 2013
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Mental snapshots of an eternally-searching soul. Friday, August 30, 2013. Please wait for me, don't ever let me go. This homeless heart has nowhere else to go. Home is where the heart is. But I haven't found my only love. And all these walls that keep me in. Are all as cold and dark as the stars above. Where will I find the shelter. That I know within your arms of love? Home is where the heart is, they say. To keep you warm when then sun goes away. For so long the dreams have kept me. This homeless heart...