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Thursday, October 1, 2009

So Easy ...

I'm back for another post, hello again. How's it been going with you these past days, Friend?

"You Lie," Rep. Joe Wilson shouted from his seat as President Barack Obama spoke about his health care program before a joint session of the U.S. Congress early last month. News of that incident spread fast and wide around the world and tons of opinion have been published since.

I am not going to comment on that on my post today for I am not in any position to do so, not because I am not an American which necessitates that I keep my mouth shut on the matter out of respect, but because of the fact that I have, on occasion, lied, myself, albeit white lies (e.g., when a friend asks me if I have already eaten lunch or dinner and I say 'yes' when 'not yet' is the truth). But white lies or big lies, it makes no difference. A lie is a lie and is ... unjustifiable.

Can anyone come out clean -- spic-and-span -- as regards lying?

"He who is without sin, cast the first stone," Jesus Christ told the crowd who put before Him a woman they accused of adultery, allegedly caught red-handed.

Lying is the EASIEST thing to do in any given situation and requires very little effort (none at all, in fact, with white lies) to do it. And so we see people lying with abandon ... even kids, barely out of the crib, who lie their way out by resorting to crying when confronted.


Tuesday, September 29, 2009

A Hearty Laugh For A Healthy Heart

The wisest man who ever lived, King Solomon, said: "There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven ...."

Wisdom is not limited to "serious stuff." Quoting a line from King Solomon's Book, Ecclesiastes:

" ... a time to weep and a TIME TO LAUGH, a time to mourn and a time to dance." 

God is a God of humor. If He is not then we won't be seeing anything like this:

Or this:

So, how about a good laugh today, eh?

Here's one from the "Dead Poets ..." Green-ery:

"From 20 to 30 if a man lives right,
     It's one in the morning, and one at night.
From 30 to 40 if he still lives right,
     He cuts either one, the morning or the night.
From 40 to 50, it's every now and then,
     From 50 to 60, only God knows when.
But from 60 to 70, if he is still inclined,
     Don't let him kid you, it's only in his mind." (AFP)

Here's another good one:

That's all Folks! Till next post. C ya :)


Monday, September 28, 2009

The Benefits of Social Networking

Greetings, Friend.

I tried my hands at verse-writing drawing inspiration from my newfound friend's blog who writes in verses. What do you know, I was able to compose one after several tries and not getting it right.

It's a lot easier writing in prose but sometimes you get tired of it you want to try something new. Indeed, verse-writing is a challenge but it's fun. Let me share with you what I've done. You don't need to critique it like you would a real poet's piece because it doesn't qualify to be one in the first place. My objective is just to have a little fun -- making a fool of myself -- pretending to be a Sir Walter Raleigh, just this time. OK? :)

Also, please allow me to dedicate this composition to GIlson whose writings awakened me to the beauty of poetry which I have been foolish not to appreciate before. I haven't given the piece a title but it speaks of my experience with this blog that never had any visits until I tried social networking which I frowned at before. So here goes:

When I started blogging
In the summer of '09,
The idea of social networking
Never crossed my mind.

True friends on the Net? Heck, it's an illusion
At first, I thought; brushing aside advice,
That I give it a try even just for fun
'Nothing to lose, just tired eyes.'

I made posts to my blog and everyday
I checked; Perhaps a visit, perhaps a name,
Nothing; "there must be a better way
I must not fret, this is just a game."

Pausing to consider, I mused, "why not?"
Then I made my rounds: Facebook, Twitter, My Space;
Till the morning hours, you could call me nuts
Crisscrossing the labyrinth of cyberspace.

Hours and days turned to weeks,
Nothing real, just tricks;
But ... what I looked for I didn't find
Because I approached with a biased mind.

I changed my outlook, made a fresh start
"Arquivos Halcyon" my first-stop blog,
Hmm... the writer's got the poet's mark
Not a wasted time reading his verses, neatly tagged.

Never thought the writer will notice
My visits to his blog, reading every piece;
He initiated friendship, think he's real,
Speaks from the heart, you can really feel.

GIlson's his name, honest like a child
Open and sincere, he's not masked.
His feelings he doesn't hide,
Makes a great friend, more than you can ask.

Got visits now, can't be happier,
I'm even more inpired to write;
The Internet's a real wonder,
Worth spending hours
Till the morning light.

How about that for a Sir Walter Raleigh impostor, huh ... LOL

Thanks again for joining me in the little fun in my blog today ... for a break. After all, it's "serious stuff" I'd been writing, we need to have balance. 

Before I go, may I ask you to click the banner below for the health information that I"m sure you'd find a big help to you to keep you in good health -- disease and ailment free -- all the the days of your life.

Till next post. C ya. Enjoy the day. :)


Sunday, September 27, 2009

When Songs Aren't Just Songs

Warm greetings to you my friend. How are you today?

Do you enjoy music? What's your favorite song?

I like music (but my best friend says the music doesn't like me). I enjoy singing but I can only do it under the shower or I'd be stoned to death by my neighbors. I can play the guitar but only for a moment or those around me would tear me to pieces.

Regardless, music is my first love and no one can take it away from me. Too bad, I haven't been endowed with a voice that could entertain. Even my dog howls at me when I sing. LOL.

But I think God made it so for a reason. And that is: so I can learn to see and admire talents other people possess. Like my newfound buddy, GIlson, who expresses his thoughts through verses (check out his blog: Boy, is he good at it ... a modern William Shakespeare in the making, I must say.