Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings. ~Anaïs Nin
I started writing when I was in high school but never learned the art. To practice, I wrote to my school papers and our local politicians. School papers published my articles. Politicians ignored them.
I started blogging in 2006 and has been blogging since then. Still I need to improve. Maybe because my drinking sessions and my writing skills were not a good combination. Balancing a pen on my right hand and a glass of vodka on my left hand, as I have been told, is not doing well.
And all these makes my life stories rather exciting.
HERE'S LOOKING AT YOU. The smallest primate stares back at nosy tourists. One of the permitted breeding centers in Loboc allows guests to see upclose and personal a nocturnal animal during the day in Bohol.
"Why should people be afraid that we use a few small pellets of uranium at the nuclear power plant in Bataan [Philippines]? Don't they know that we're surrounded by uranium? We have the world's fourth largest deposits of uranium. Yes, we're all radioactive -- must be the reason why we have so many faith healers!" -- on nuclear-generated power, February 1985