Kamasutra: Unveiling A Piece Of Heaven

It’s great to start blogging again! December is here and the season calls for occasional bouts of food-tripping and restaurant hopping. Gifts are also on the go as Christmas shoppers look out for the best deals that will make their holidays extra special. In terms of blogging, there are many things to write about the crazy December flair. Well, for starters, I tend to remember a lot whenever December is near. I always remember the happy January birthday celebrations I had; the wacky events keep on playing on my memory. One of the best birthdays I had is when I tasted the famous Kamasutra Cake by Mitchelle’s Sweet Kiss (MSK). This happened just last year and on the record, I thought that Kamasutra is just ‘another’ cake.

Actually, I am not a huge fan of cakes, but Kamasutra drastically changed that notion. When I sank my teeth on its chocolate exterior, I smelled an aroma that I cannot discern. The aroma has a soothing effect that can boost any low spirit or mood. When the piece reached my mouth, I closed my eyes slowly. I could not help but lavish the elegant sweetness of the cake. I swear I heard a Wagner piece playing in my mind while chewing it! The sweetness is not just your average cake sweetness—it has a certain euphoric snap, probably because of the presence of wine mixture. Needless to say, I really enjoyed that cake. Kamasutra totally deserves its name, by reputation and taste. The price is reasonable for such a heaven-like taste, and I am pretty sure that any birthday celebration will be special with MSK’s famed Kamasutra Cake. For my coming birthday, I won’t forget to include this wonderful cake in my wishlist.

 

Cake lovers out there–With conviction, I am telling you not to miss this cake created with LOVE.

Seeking the Roots of the Soul

For almost a year, I stopped writing.  I removed my godly vest and focused my energy on things that devoured my dreams. There are times when I would just stare at my monitor, all thoughts flying in multiple directions that I cannot fathom. Insanity? Perhaps I am just cranky because of the things life threw against me. Well, we just cannot avoid the challenges of life. We must press forward, but at what cost? So, right now, I finally made the decision to return to the old roots of my life…I will pick up my dreams again.

1) Meditation helps. While I was trekking the underpass, I watched many people go by their everyday lives. Time seems to stop, yet I cannot comprehend what is happening. I affirmed myself that I want to write again…I want to finish my novel and seek the roots of my writing life. Yes, I want to do that. I want the ideas to flow smoothly again.

2) All this workplace agenda seems  new to me after five months of continuous work. Am I really dishing out my best efforts? No, I could do better. My superiors often remarked about my focus. This is true! Focus is my issue all along. Now, I am working on this. Presence of mind is needed. From this day on, I will seek the roots of my personality.  I want to be at ease.

3) Now I pondered about consciousness. Am I really conscious about life and the lessons it can offer? Seriously, I embraced capitalism…though right now, I am not sure if I’m ready for its complexity. I just give it some time. I will unlearn and relearn; let the cycle go on. The roots of my belief must be strong if I want to move on.

4) I don’t want to be alone, but my emotions may be imprisoning me in a cold shell that offers no reprise. When I took my lunch alone, two days ago, I ate my chicken voraciously. I was mad at almost everything. Mad at the chicken, mad at my job, mad at my lost focus–I almost condemned myself. But my co-worker approached me out of nowhere. It was an act of kindness that she might no longer remember.  But I remembered it well and thought that communication is something that must be treasured. I am ready to return to my roots of  communication.

There are many roots deep within us, and I will discover them one by one. It’s the path to greatness, satisfaction, and peace in its purest form.

Blessings to all dreamers.

Writers: Modern-day Gods

 

More than six years ago, I delved into the wonderful craft of writing. I started by making small commentaries about the things that I see everyday–mostly funny and interesting things. From there, I moved to poems and several short stories. My grammar was a bit off, but I managed to express myself clearly. With every character story I weave in my spring notebook, I could not help but think about the omnipotent power of a writer.

Basically, a writer can make disasters happen in one sitting. Well, he can kill a lot of his characters with  a prosy paragraph or a sentence. Writers are like gods who prefer to bask in immortality by intertwining words in order to form a unique story. I salute writers, although there are still a lot of them who strayed from the path. The judgment of the society clung to them like parasites, draining their life force.

Writers must show their real powers to the world! The power to change. The power to give and take away life. Power to make good things happen. Power to mess with morality and consciousness.

 

The sheer power to bring the world to its knees.