|"We are the wounds, and the great cold death of the earth."|
I feel bad about not having written or uploaded any music for the past few weeks.
I wonder if it's because of a lack of inspiration, lack of time, or both.
The thing with music is that it reflects your thoughts, ideas, and feelings. If you're too occupied by something, and your thoughts are scattered in many places, it is hard to come up with something.
I guess the same thing could apply to writing.
Sometimes something as simple as a walk outside is enough to put us back on track.
I guess it's time I found out for myself...
What inspires you, world?
He walked on shores
Over foam and sand
Stopped near the boat
Just as they both planned
He stared at the sea
That was oh so grand
Then into his heart
That was empty and bland
From his pocket
He pulled out in his hand
A note that said:
"By the boat, there I'll stand"
But there was no one there
He was let down and sad
But after the tears
He came to understand
That reality doesn't always offer
What our hearts demand
We live in a world that's a bit unfair
Where standards are set and qualities are compared
Throw those away and open your eyes
Then you'll find where beauty lies
It's in all the things that appeal to you
It's in the animals, trees, and oceans too
I may find it in kittens; you might see it in butterflies
I may find it in rivers; you might see it in morning skies
The definition of beauty you and I might not share
But I guess all you need to know is that beauty's everywhere
It's quite difficult to go out of your way to do things you don't often do... Or say things you don't often say.
It's especially difficult if you always think twice then hesitate and convince yourself that you're better off without doing or saying something.
No, it's not always the case.
See that girl you've always wanted to ask out but never did? Well, she's gone and you can't blame her for not knowing.
See that opportunity that you decided not to take without having a legitimate reason? Someone else took it.
Be brave. Don't be afraid to express your feelings or take chances and seize opportunities. Don't hesitate. Today we're here; tomorrow we might not be.
Hello lettrs world,
I apologize for being away for so long. I just want to tell you that it feels great to be back again.
I missed writing to you. My adventures, my experiences, my comings and goings...
I missed hearing from you too. I see you've grown! But it still feels like home with you. It's still cozy and welcoming as always.
I want you to know that I'm here to stay.
Soon I'll be away from you for the first time in my life. As you know, I'll be traveling to England to pursue my Master's degree.
It's funny how time flies, though. It feels like only yesterday you were tucking me into bed and reading me bedtime stories.
In times like this I just wish I was a kid again, back when things were much simpler.
But let's not dwell on nostalgia and look forward instead. It's never the end.
I promise you that before long, you'll hear me telling you: "Mom, I made it!"... and it's all thanks to you.
Every day is yours; not just Mother's Day. You'll always be the star that lights up my skies. My world in a person... My mother and best friend. I love y...
It's what everybody needs. It's the silence between the notes we play, and without it, life would have been a mistake.
There is nothing like letting it speak to and for you. There is nothing like relating to every measure you play. Nothing matches the beauty of finding yourself within it.
My addiction is music.
... And I've never been lucky enough to watch the sky's generous snow. I've only heard the rainfall, thunder, and the wild winds as I kept you company. I used to wander in wishful thought for hours on those nights... Years went by and I woke up to see you again, on a wintery day just like the many others. A wish of mine came true; but at what cost? The first snowflake gracefully made its way from the heavens to rest on your grave.
Now I sit next to an earth adorned by a coat of white. Now I sit by myself, with your memory's flame igniting the embers of my loss , giving me warmth.
It has been quite a semester break. Forty days of vacation. There is plenty to do and even more to think of.
But as I near my last few days off, I start to rearrange my thoughts and create a program which I would follow during my Spring semester. I always do this after a few lazy weeks... going back to studies and academic chores is like being pushed around while half asleep. But we have to do it, eventually. However, I sometimes end up procrastinating, rendering this whole "program" a mere failure.
Well, not this time. I will not succumb to the guilty pleasures of procrastination. I know where my duties lie and by what means my dreams are achieved.
To procrastinate is to delay one...
Oh the melancholy... The way it splits you apart. One part lives in the moment, while the other rests over pale memories you once painted over a canvas... now eaten by dust and the sands of time. Every step I have taken here is a reminder of you. And here I am, half a world away, wishing that you would know.
Here we are... we have reached the end of our journey. There is no better place to be the final destination to an oh so exciting trip.
London has been a blast. There is just so much to do in the City of Dreams. From Trafalgar Square to the Thames to the Clock Tower... each having a uniqueness of its own.
I'm leaving tomorrow morning but a little part of me will stay here. And I'm taking the United Kingdom with me. In my head and in my heart. The places and the people.
Thank you Lettrs, thank you everyone who has virtually taken this trip with me. You're the reason I write.
With all my love and respect,
Your fellow lettrist,
En route to London!
The train is passing through the multiple cities in between Nottingham and London and those green fields are just stunning. It all feels so serene and peaceful.
I probably won't be able to go out on this Saturday night because by the time I get there I'd surely be exhausted! It surely has been a wonderful and exciting journey. Here I am, nearing my final stop in which I will be spending four nights. Plenty of stuff to do in the city of dreams!
With all love and respect,
Your fellow lettrist,
My England Journey
Two hour drive to Manchester and all I could see was the vast and peaceful looking green fields and meadows on the sides of the motorways we passed. It was a delightful ride!
Now I am at Care Fertility Center with a professor companion. He will be showing me around and introducing me to my possible future field of work. It is so exciting!
I will be heading back to Nottingham later today to enjoy some classic Fish & Chips! I will be leaving tomorrow evening. You guessed it. Who visits England without going to its capital?
Next and final stop: London!
My England Journey
Here we are... as promised. Headed south to Nottingham!
I took a 3 hour train ride to Derby then took a taxi to the upper parts of Nottingham. I'll be enjoying the hospitality of a friend here for the next couple of days. It is so much different over here. So quiet and peaceful compared to the city of Newcastle. It's a cozy-ish city that stretches to a "country vibe" upper part, perfect place to escape from the city.
I'll be visiting a couple of pubs tomorrow (part of my tour destinations. Visit a pub in every city). And who could resist the temptation of shopping for stuff?!
I'll be visiting The University of Nottingham as part of my pursuit of a Masters Degree (whi...
My England Journey
Drip-drop definitely well-defines the weather here for the past few days! But despite the weather, you can always find the good things. In England, they're never hard to find.
In my modestly few travels, the first thing that I notice is the people of that place. The people here always greet you with a gentle smile and the kindest of greetings. I visited a great Indian restaurant last night. Being the rookie that I am when it comes to Indian food, I went for the milder platters. I snatched a few bites of a couple of spicy ones and boy that hurt! Nothing that an ice cold pint of beer wouldn't fix, though. Cheers!
The place is also wonderful. The Tyne river runs in front ...
Warmness... comfort... rest
Boy, oh boy how good it feels to jump into bed after a long and tiresome day. Every bone in my body... every muscle... they all relax and I become comfortably numb.
Touring England is really fun. But now it's time to tour the world of dreams. Now it's time to take the nap that I think I deserved today!
The smiles on your faces
The joy in your eyes
Left sorrow with no traces
Left no room for sad goodbyes
You're part of me as I am part of you
I'll keep you with me wherever I may roam
During this season and always so true
You are what makes this house a home
Wishing every fellow lettrist a warm and joyful holiday season. Love your families; they're the ones who you'll always turn to. Happy Holidays, lettrs!
It has been a long time since that day
A long time since we have last spoken.
I've ran out of words to say
And I wonder if some of your sympathy has woken.
Is here still a chance or another way,
Or should your memory linger still in my past?
Come back to me; come and stay
Rid me of the melancholy; don't make
Why should I build my hopes
Over broken and false promises?
Why should I tie myself in your ropes
Trying to revive a long lost memory?
The same old me is dead and gone
No longer will I chase the image of you.
I will create new memories; beautiful and bright
My quest for the elusive you dies tonight.
"I hope that you will think of me in moments when you're happy and you're smiling.
That the thought will comfort you on cold and cloudy days if you are crying.
And that you'll love to see the sun go down and the world go around and around and around."
It has been months since we have been together but the memory of you has not faded from my mind.
Today I stumbled upon a video you sent me months ago of you singing... I smiled. And I cried. You had such a wonderful voice. I miss hearing those words. You're gone now; I still do not know why. I miss you, yet I am trying to convince myself otherwise. I wish I could tell you how much you still mean to me... I wish it would make you happy... I wish I could be there to see your lips curl into a smile if it does...
I hope you have had a wonderful year, I really do. Someone like you deserves all the best. Someone like you deserves all the love and appreciation. But no matter how the w...
Wandering somewhere in the shadows trying to find myself While I haven't yet thought anything through
A lost letter, in an old book on a shelf
Left to wither; forgotten by you
Everything changes you told me that before
But I never expected that change to be yours
How ironic this situation feels
When I was the one to guide you, change you, and take away your fears
So that you leave... for reasons I could not comprehend
How badly did you wish for things to end?
I'll walk home near the death of the day
Out of breath but with so much to say
Thinking of a new way
To find someone who with me will stay
Have you ever felt that one special kind of lost? Have you lost a part of your life and lost yourself?
It happens a few times in our lives that we find the one right person for us... who we eventually end up losing.
Being the person that I am, I don't know whether what I once had can be had again.
Makes me wonder... is every love like this? Or was that one person really different than every single other?
To be honest, part of me misses loving someone and being loved by someone again. We definitely fail to see the flaws in the people we love; I failed... she was perfect.
Now I'm left with this feeling of indifference, yet sometimes the melancholy rips me apart. This is one...
It was a bit after 2 A.M. on that dreadful night. The power was out and the only light in the house was coming from a fluorescent lamp in the far end of the corridor.
I have always feared the dark when I was a little boy. The abmience of that night was not at all helping to my fear of the dark... it multiplied it that time.
I heard a shallow scraping sound, as if someone or something is dragging an item on the concrete ground. And I, being the kid that I was, instantly was burning with worry and fear. I woke my older sister up and we hesitantly went downstairs to see what is going on, only to see the backyard gate wide open.
There was someone in the house.
We were not alone. Not at all......
I was a junior in high school on that day my team won the school cup of basketball.
And man it was tense... the crowd was cheering left and right, the coaches on their feet, restless and anxious, the players' hearts beating with energy. The adrenaline was high on that day. The score was even, and everybody was waiting for that tie breaking point.
I wasn't that much of an athlete... I was more of a bench warmer (haha). But the coach called me in when there was only two minutes left to the game's end.
I somehow scored the tie breaking net. And the whole world around me burst in cheers. It was such a proud moment for me, one which I will never forget.
Nothing could compare to her touch... her delicate skin radiated with a warm aura that I could not see, but I could definitely feel. Her body lying close to mine... her gentle and sweet smile curling on her beautiful face on one lazy morning. I wake up with a smile every time I wake by her side.
I have not woken up with a smile for countless days. Even a second of that moment would be enough to fill me with joy... but never my unquenchable longing for her. She smiled and whispered "I will always be here"...
I woke up.
That is where she said she would always be... in my world of endless and elusive dreams, waiting for the day she breaks the fabric of fantasy, gently makin...
"The candle of your life shall not blow out today."
In that moment, the surgeon/doctor faces the challenge to keep this person alive. It is a mission that workers in the medical field strive to avhieve and keep achieving and a promise that they try their best to keep.
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life,
I know you'll be a star in somebody else's sky,
But why, why, why can't it be, can't it be mine?
"Martha, honey, we're out of liquor on a Friday night. AGAIN"!
Almost every Friday night is meant for kicking back, relaxing, going out, or just any type of activity that one wants to do. Liquor (or beer, of course) is almost always invited to any sort of party!