mi e mi sombras

Posts By: salbaje

itchy stitches

i blame facebook. and then i blame myself for being lured away by facebook. so much has happened. so much i could have written about. but i wasted them on short status updates on fb. so i will write about them. my heart has broken several times over and it is healing now. how do […]

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Notice: This establishment no longer honors the victim card.

Change happens by listening and then starting a dialogue with the people who are doing something you don’t believe is right. – Jane Goodall There has been a lot of talk lately. More than the usual. Talk about the loss of the feeling of being a family in our school. People lamenting bygone halcyon days […]

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The Fallen, the Standing, and the Flying.

Recently, I was reminded of things and people I’ve pushed into the farthest reaches of my mind. I was at an occasion with some people from my long distant past. How distant? Let’s just say, we grew up together during the Stone Age. The occasion was the wedding of a classmate of ours. After warming […]

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Because I want to remember…

Yesterday, I sang. I mean really sang. I’ve never had that feeling before. That feeling that you are one with the song. The song has ceased to be something you have to do as something you have to be. The song swells and you swell, it ebbs and you ebb. Yet at the same time, […]

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courage according to a budgerigar

About 2 weeks ago, I was going around checking on the havoc the summer heat has done to our plants in the orchidarium when I saw a budgie chick slumped over the edge of a bonsai pot I put in among the finches and budgies sharing an enclosure. It had a huge wound covering most […]

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lone nightbird

It’s 3:50 am. A lone night bird sings below. I’m on the viewdeck of our restaurant. The viewdeck is perched high on a mountainside and I can see the whole of subic from where I’m sitting. I’m taking a break. I’ve been putting together a first aid manual. I went to the Health and Safety […]

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summer me

Around 5 am everyday, just before the first light touches the horizon, the forest starts to wake up. The birds start their early morning cacophony. Our peacocks here at the park are by far the noisiest. Theirs are the ugliest voices too. Despite their regal attire and bearing, peacocks cannot sing to save their lives. […]

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The Climb

It’s been a grueling schedule. Late nights for design projects. Long hours of travel to work. Manual labor. But I cannot complain. Nor do I want to. It’s dusk and the sun is dipping behind the mountains. I am on one. A mountain. Our restaurant here at the park overlooks the sea. After a long […]

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Dancing on One’s Grave

Having spent most of my adult life in the company of artists (my first job was in a ballet company) where high risk behavior is the norm, almost a membership badge, it is rather quite a feat that I myself have not acquired their habits and indulgences. Smoking is a default past time for most […]

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The Pen with the Crusted Tip

Long before any of my artistic pursuits, there was writing. Of course, reading came before writing, as arguably listening comes before singing, or looking before painting and sculpting but these earlier acts are acts of receiving and not of creating, hence, not generally considered artistic acts. And, if I ever was anything, I was a […]

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