September 26, 2008 by jhann-hyanni
Friendster’s blog feature has improved a lot. Great. There are now different themes to choose from, many of which are original wordpress themes. As you can see, I have chosen the misty look theme, because it was the theme i used in my original wordpress blog, before I self-hosted, that is.
I think I may be posting here soon as well, depending on whether I’ll have time. I already maintain three blogs outside of friendster, and a website, and another collaborative website, so…
If ever I decide to actively blog here, I think I’ll be posting mainly poetry, and of course, reflection pieces. Meantime, please check me out at my main blogs.
Bilingual Pen
Bard and Brain
Okidoko, see you!
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March 16, 2008 by jhann-hyanni
Please visit my blogs at these addresses:
The Written Wor[l]d
Brainteaser
See you there!
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May 31, 2007 by jhann-hyanni
An unseen hand turned an unusually bright spotlight upon a darkened stage. Out of nowhere, a figure stepped onto the platform, with no idea how he got there or where he came from. Neither did he know what to do. But in his mind, he seemed to be hearing a voice fainter than a whisper, giving him a vague instruction to act and to say something.
Half-bewildered, half-suspecting someone was pulling his leg, the figure looked to his left and right, and realized that he wasn’t alone; that he shared the stage with several other beings — puppets, marionettes, dolls, and stick figures — who, like him, had no idea why they were there.
It was as he turned to his right that the figure noticed something peculiar: the arena where he and the other beings were to perform had no seats for spectators.
AFTER HOURS OF walking to and fro the stage — many times crossing paths, a few times colliding, and sometimes walking alongside the others — the figure just knew, though he couldn’t explain how, that he was being called off the stage. So he delivered his last lines, bowed to the other beings, and started to make his exit. As he retreated to the backstage, he heard some kind of noise erupt. Whether it was a collective applause or booing, he wasn’t sure; he didn’t turn to see.
Reaching the backstage, the figure saw a silhouette making weird gestures as though he was conducting an orchestra. Thinking that the silhouette was another actor about to step onto the platform, he gave him a sympathetic look and exclaimed, “Whew! That was some kind of a play. A scriptless one! Would you believe that? And undirected, too. Weird, isn’t it?”
Receiving no response, the figure persisted, “By the way, are you an actor, too?”
Continued at Sherma Benosa’s blog: http://dwickedangel.blogspot.com/2006/04/life-is-performing-art.html
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