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Boodle fight is a way of eating where a big pile of food is served on top of banana leaves and is very popular in the Philippines. We call it 'fight' because it means to grab and eat as fast as you can

Cold wind blowingg on the face Blowing away the painful haze Life is like a long race That leaves behind a trace Tears pouring like rain As if trying to hide the pain Struggles numerous as grains Blood

Shared compromises, a rare respite from the extremes of this age of divisiveness. Cloistering, to explore the universes within, preserving your uniqueness from the intrusion of electronica. Search, to

When Topic has no Topic, It doesn't mean everything is Chaotic, It doesn't mean Things go Bad, And that is Truly Excellent, not Sad. We Celebrate Life & Well Being, And that is one Excellent Thing,

In the stars I see your eyes and the hidden truth of love virtues, in the light of your energies I feel the passion and ambition of creation. Gravitation attracts thoughts and achieves the dominant desires

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No one raindrop Begins a storm So it’s hard to trace Where we began, Perhaps the day My old life was over And I began to look For another lover— But that doesn’t explain Why I let you in. If I go back

A long, lonely walk The night is ending, the day draws near. You wake with a feeling of mild fear. A strange day, with distant thunder, A day you are plagued with thoughts and wonder. You walk to the window

When I say that life has a lot of shapes It totally has a lot of shapes With a lot of dimensions in it Life has always been a lot of shapes When I say shapes, I mean emotions Your mood and how you feel

I originally wrote this for the @museproject. Since it's awesome, I publish it again here: "On Women in Steem" by @saramiller Starlight, star bright First star I see tonight I wish I may, I wish I might

There Is Only You For Being Sad… “Sometimes we give the control of our life to someone else , which makes them more stable and ourselves unbalanced … But we should not forget that no one can play our role

You want me But you can’t have me Without my words. I’m not like other men: I’m solitary And brooding. Some nights I sit in the dark And listen to the house— Eavesdrop on conversations Between the walls...

ART ALL AROUND From a very young child, Our world is styled, With colours so bright and bold. From the very first pencil we hold, The artist is there to behold, We never fit in a single mold. Ideas spring

THE MOON As the sun does set, the moon does rise. Lighting up the dark night skies. The beautiful colours of a twilight sky, Kisses the earth and the day goodbye. The landscape silhouettes does throw,

WATER THE SOURCE OF LIFE Water is the source from which life flows. The basis from which everything grows. From the rain or the dew, That makes all things anew, To the oceans that thrive, Water does all

Source Travelling through the road known as life: My weary soul demands rest, yet the time is not ripe, The way to go is long and narrow, the path looked so blurry, I need to take it slow and not be in

Image pixabay See them! See their emanciated cheeks.! A result of shrimps cooked in diamonds! See their manifestoes shivering underneath the dust.! see their over starched shirts standing elegantly in