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Tinseltown Magic

From nothing, the world conjures A spectacular kind of culture Where streets in towns and cities Are decorated with potpourris Christmas in Bruges, Belgium. Image Source: Pinterest For much of the year The roads and parks are clear But towards the very end Appears a tinsel kind of trend Titillating pieces of music Resonate wafts of magic Giving listeners joy Even the most serious enjoy The scent of the air Used to be so bare Becomes somewhat exciting As we smell food chefs are cooking Cosmopolitan places are abuzz With people busy in shops As they search and scour for items They would love to give as presents Champs-Elysees in December. Image Source: Getty These revelries wouldn't come to existence Without the holidays' very essence Of loving and allowing forgiveness That ultimately bring people happiness We create all of these magic From food to gifts to music To decors from homes to streets All of which are truly fantastic Christmas in Milan. Image Source: Getty We do all the

The Flora & Fauna Symphony

  This is the ninth chapter  of the historical fantasy entitled " Rhapsody of Nature ." Synopsis:  The island's exotic plant and animal species serenaded the young man... A small dove was cooing nearby... Hoooooooooooooooop....  Poo-poo-poo-poo-pooop... Amethyst Brown Dove Photo Credit: Rodolfo Quinio through  Amethyst Brown-Dove - eBird Hoooooooooooooooop....  Poo-poo-poo-poo-pooop... Soon, its friends flew nearby and began to join its cooing. Poo-poo-roo-poo-poop! They were sitting on the branches of trees. Esteban looked keenly on their feathers. Their primary color was cappuccino but their chests and necks were adorned with amethyst fur... We are the flora and fauna Of these beautiful islands! We need your assistance Protect us from foreign hands! Our habitats are in danger From the wants of invaders Truly, we are very scared But with you, we will dare! Poo-poo-poo-roo-poo-poop! We're amethyst brown doves Music is one of our first loves We will reveal you the othe

Christmas Eve 1999

The last few days of the past century Winding down the nineties The very first of a special year We all call the Great Jubilee Once a thousand years' event A milestone, on that night, began When we were little children Though I was almost adolescent The air was filled with cheerful music As I recall those days so nostalgic Even then, even now, I always remember How special those holidays were The joys of that pleasant night The Christmas Eve of nineteen ninety nine Always makes me breathe a long, long sigh For one thing remains the only sign Of my childhood's joys and happinesses Of my naivete and innocences Of the world's absolute pureness As I perceived through all my senses The feelings I still have Forever kept in my head In my heart, in my very core Mem'ries that'll never be torn Were the holiday nights Of December Nineteen Ninety Nine When I turn the knob of a figurine That plays Silent, Silent Night The music that gave me bliss Is now gone except the memories

Mayon ATV Adventure: A Paradise of Black & Greens!

The occasional drizzles were not a deterrent to our ATV Adventure. Nor was the absence of Mayon a rain on our exhilarating parade. ATV Adventure down the slopes of the volcano where all you can see were the black sands washed from the mountain, lush greenery supported by the fertile volcanic soil, traversed by cool streams every here and there, gave us all the excitement we needed for our Sunday Funday. Of course, the weekend escapade was not enough without sudden side trips decided upon in split seconds. Our adventure was capped by a trek to the lava wall , a zipline ride with the view of the city, a taste of funky dishes for lunchtime, and a reconnaissance of a forgotten but intricate volcanic chapel . In this blog entry, you will discover that there is more to the volcano's perfect symmetry. Even without a sight of it, a trip to Legazpi City and neighboring places is certainly worthwhile... The ATV Adventure! The ATV adventure was fun, fun, fun! We weren't lucky enough to ex

The 7 Tiers of Escaldera Falls

Busay Falls  in Malilipot, Albay  is a misnomer. After all, busay   already means falls  in the local vernacular. One local who regularly jogs her way to the place castigated me for referring to this magnificent falls as such. "It is not Busay Falls," she would insist. I forgot the name she mentioned as it was spelled differently from how she pronounced it. We have not been seeing each other for a few weeks now and has since stopped communicating so I forgot about it. When my friend and I visited the falls, we were astounded by the many secrets it has kept. Right off the bat, the one thing I was most interested at is its mysterious name. I asked so many locals, from the tourists to the caretakers. Nobody knows. Until finally, one woman remembers. She wrote the name on a tiny piece of tissue paper. Escaldera Falls . Such a beautiful name to such a quaint, mysterious place! The first thing I did after arriving home was to immediately google what that name means. After some time