https://www.istorya.net/forums/blog.php?30640-koontz_circle en Sun, 17 May 2026 04:25:29 GMT vBulletin 300 https://www.istorya.net/forums/images/metro/blue/misc/rss.jpg https://www.istorya.net/forums/blog.php?30640-koontz_circle https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?468-Think-of-time Sun, 02 Aug 2009 04:41:20 GMT I remember when a certain typhoon thumped the region years ago, the wind so fierce and foggy; rain gave an aching impact as it landed onto my face. Umbrellas twirled inside out, as if trying to recommend raincoat to be the best gear of the circumstance. Banana foliages slanted by the furious breeze, positioned like a missile, ready for a distant fire. Ducks stooped for a safer cover (with an unsynchronized chorus of quack-quack-quack!) and the uncanny sound of disturbed nature, resembling those of a dragged square-foot size of galvanize iron on New Year’s Day gala. The hurricane took over the crops, seas and shelters. Nothing had ever escaped. Everything was ruined. Tragic days aren’t everlasting, as lighted candle has its ending, which is the period of total melting. Same with cool airstreams of summit after a every painful climb, denouement of a jumpy climax of horror movie, last drop for every glass of Blue Nun wine, and a final stroke of a bad quality pen, to change it for a better one. There is time for a set off to pop out and occupy ourselves on a fair day. Typhoons in life are not day after day. Like today, we are going to sacrifice for a while and take whatever fate gives us and leave it in lay. Soon we’ll find this kind of struggles that we’d gone through as recorded history. In few days time, we are to enter life’s straight line recovery. I can’t wait for that moment to come when I can say “It’s about time!” Figuratively, time is eternal and will never end. But people change and could be lost in swiftness of time, like a hurricane, not a long-lasting occurrence. Eventually, bright day comes up and follow, and say goodbye to our sorrows. Every person’s dreams and ambition is crafted by patience through time. Fruits get ripen in time. Lovers’ strength is molded by time. Everyone works with time. We even kill time, and worst, waste our time. The damage that had been done by the typhoons of our life, will be healed in due time. In this life we take, all we need is time. My newly written blog is dedicated to Melo Esclamado, who has the finest sense of humor. *About the Author R*ecently connected as a staff in Philippine Mining Service Corporation. A creative writer who loves to inscribe what he sees and feels. Spirited towards scripting excerpts of his own awareness who had an uncontrollable desire to write down what’s in his mind, fiction or non-fiction, takes his free-time imagining things only words could be put to describe them. He loves to connect friends with his words, not photos. Blogs for the sake of his hobby, not for money. To get a piece of his writings, you need to treat him burger and fries. It’s worth the price. His website is PaYag.org - Index (http://www.payag.org). Email him anytime at koontz_circle@yahoo.com, koontz@payag.org or lolek.montalbo@pmsc.com.ph I remember when a certain typhoon thumped the region years ago, the wind so fierce and foggy; rain gave an aching impact as it landed onto my face. Umbrellas twirled inside out, as if trying to recommend raincoat to be the best gear of the circumstance. Banana foliages slanted by the furious breeze, positioned like a missile, ready for a distant fire. Ducks stooped for a safer cover (with an unsynchronized chorus of quack-quack-quack!) and the uncanny sound of disturbed nature, resembling those of a dragged square-foot size of galvanize iron on New Year’s Day gala.

The hurricane took over the crops, seas and shelters. Nothing had ever escaped. Everything was ruined.

Tragic days aren’t everlasting, as lighted candle has its ending, which is the period of total melting. Same with cool airstreams of summit after a every painful climb, denouement of a jumpy climax of horror movie, last drop for every glass of Blue Nun wine, and a final stroke of a bad quality pen, to change it for a better one.

There is time for a set off to pop out and occupy ourselves on a fair day. Typhoons in life are not day after day.

Like today, we are going to sacrifice for a while and take whatever fate gives us and leave it in lay. Soon we’ll find this kind of struggles that we’d gone through as recorded history. In few days time, we are to enter life’s straight line recovery.

I can’t wait for that moment to come when I can say “It’s about time!” Figuratively, time is eternal and will never end. But people change and could be lost in swiftness of time, like a hurricane, not a long-lasting occurrence. Eventually, bright day comes up and follow, and say goodbye to our sorrows.

Every person’s dreams and ambition is crafted by patience through time. Fruits get ripen in time. Lovers’ strength is molded by time. Everyone works with time. We even kill time, and worst, waste our time. The damage that had been done by the typhoons of our life, will be healed in due time.

In this life we take, all we need is time.

My newly written blog is dedicated to Melo Esclamado, who has the finest sense of humor.

About the Author

Recently connected as a staff in Philippine Mining Service Corporation. A
creative writer who loves to inscribe what he sees and feels. Spirited
towards scripting excerpts of his own awareness who had an
uncontrollable desire to write down what’s in his mind, fiction or
non-fiction, takes his free-time imagining things only words could be
put to describe them. He loves to connect friends with his words, not
photos. Blogs for the sake of his hobby, not for money.

To get a piece of his writings, you need to treat him burger and fries. It’s worth the price.

His website is PaYag.org - Index. Email him anytime at koontz_circle@yahoo.com, koontz@payag.org or lolek.montalbo@pmsc.com.ph ]]> koontz_circle https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?468-Think-of-time https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?462-Twit-the-tour Mon, 27 Jul 2009 12:23:31 GMT It has been almost a month of sleep-deprived epoch spending at least 5 hours a day reading twitter updates of 2009 coverage of the Tour de France. For this year’s tour, my love on Lance hasn’t fade, and didn’t lose color even though he wasn’t able to defend the yellow colored jersey for his campaign return to the tour after three and a half years of retirement. At thirty-seven years old, going thirty-eight in less than two months, the Texan made it to the podium for third place just behind highly-favored teammate and rival Alberto Contador of Spain, and the amorous brother of Frank, Andy Schleck of Luxembourg in second place. The two are the best climbers in the sports of cycling today, and they proved it during their stage at the Alps that made Bruynell or Brunyell (I forgot the spelling), the team manager of Astana, pissed off on Alberto’s unexpected climb attack which had been against the team’s stage-climb-plan. Team HTC has the best sprinter in the person of Mark “Cav” Cavendish and the determination of George Hincapie for finishing the tour after a serious crash mid-way, while team Garmen-Slipstream posted some threat of Britain’s Bradly Wiggins’ individual time-trial on 18th stage with his aero-dynamic trouser suit. Team Saxo Bank’s Cancellara showed some toughness on descend after reaching every summit of climbs. Astana team couldn’t be any stronger among the squads involved, they had the finest rider of Alberto Contador, the push of Germany’s Andreas Kloeden, the legacy of Lance Armstrong and of course the team’s time-trial velocity, so unbeatable. Forget about the last year’s tour champion Carlos Sastre and the hyped-up Cadel Evans, they weren’t able to get their rhythm on front of the peloton, can’t even make their own break-away. And when the climb path approaches, they dropped down like an overdosed dopers, kicked at the back of the main field. Woooohh… Im’just kidding here, not declaring or accusing. One of the reasons that made 2009 Tour de France more exciting is the live coverage of iTV (local channel that can be accessed through the web ATDHE.Net - Watch Free Live Sports TV (http://www.atdhe.net)). They did an astounding real-time report for everything that occurs, from climb attacks to sprint to descend to crashes and even rider’s hand signals had been deciphered and interpreted for the viewers to understand the concept of cycling. Like raising right hand means asking for water from the team car, left or right shoving signal to warn the chasers that dangers are ahead of them when they are about to approach cliff with no side railings, the two-hand roll-around signal of a man on yellow jersey, way of expressing reckon that he might not be able to retain his no. 1 rank after the stage, just like what Cancellara did during the stage 5 or 6 (sorry can’t remember exactly). On top of that, iTV network also covered the tour by feeding updates through twitter! Brilliantly, such made me comfortable because they’ve fed it live, ITV Tour de France (itvtdf) on Twitter (http://twitter.com/itvtdf), this has been the site that fed every 5 seconds in gap, with nonstop reporting of the tour’s progress including spectators reactions. They made me feel I’m on the ride with them. And for Lance’s Lance Armstrong (lancearmstrong) on Twitter (http://twitter.com/lancearmstrong), at any rate, he twits you when “anti-doping control team” knocks the door on their suite every morning before hitting the road. Now that’s the beauty of twitter. You’ll get in touch with everything that takes place. When you can’t sit in front of TV to watch the sport live, well I think you should twit, as the saying goes “For those who love will follow”, I love it and that’s why I followed the tour live by twitter from start to finishhhh…(it doesn’t matter how your lips shapes this time) lol More so, I love the sport because it helps my brain rolls like a bike’s wheel that glide towards rational functionality after hard days of work. Since twitter obliges you to read and imagine rather than just watch the actual action, it transforms you into a better individual, to work with your mind’s eye and keeps you out of being too dependent on mere image and visuals. Now I think we should twit, to gain info and wit! My newly written blog is dedicated to Deinty Yadz, who twits like a charm. *About the Author R*ecently connected as a staff in Philippine Mining Service Corporation. A creative writer who loves to inscribe what he sees and feels. Spirited towards scripting excerpts of his own awareness who had an uncontrollable desire to write down what’s in his mind, fiction or non-fiction, takes his free-time imagining things only words could be put to describe them. He loves to connect friends with his words, not photos. Blogs for the sake of his hobby, not for money. To get a piece of his writings, you need to treat him burger and fries. It’s worth the price. His website is PaYag.org - Index (http://www.payag.org). Email him anytime at koontz_circle@yahoo.com, koontz@payag.org or lolek.montalbo@pmsc.com.ph Follow him on Lolek Montalbo (koontz_circle) on Twitter (http://www.twitter.com/koontz_circle) It has been almost a month of sleep-deprived epoch spending at least 5 hours a day reading twitter updates of 2009 coverage of the Tour de France. For this year’s tour, my love on Lance hasn’t fade, and didn’t lose color even though he wasn’t able to defend the yellow colored jersey for his campaign return to the tour after three and a half years of retirement. At thirty-seven years old, going thirty-eight in less than two months, the Texan made it to the podium for third place just behind highly-favored teammate and rival Alberto Contador of Spain, and the amorous brother of Frank, Andy Schleck of Luxembourg in second place. The two are the best climbers in the sports of cycling today, and they proved it during their stage at the Alps that made Bruynell or Brunyell (I forgot the spelling), the team manager of Astana, pissed off on Alberto’s unexpected climb attack which had been against the team’s stage-climb-plan.

Team HTC has the best sprinter in the person of Mark “Cav” Cavendish and the determination of George Hincapie for finishing the tour after a serious crash mid-way, while team Garmen-Slipstream posted some threat of Britain’s Bradly Wiggins’ individual time-trial on 18th stage with his aero-dynamic trouser suit. Team Saxo Bank’s Cancellara showed some toughness on descend after reaching every summit of climbs. Astana team couldn’t be any stronger among the squads involved, they had the finest rider of Alberto Contador, the push of Germany’s Andreas Kloeden, the legacy of Lance Armstrong and of course the team’s time-trial velocity, so unbeatable.

Forget about the last year’s tour champion Carlos Sastre and the hyped-up Cadel Evans, they weren’t able to get their rhythm on front of the peloton, can’t even make their own break-away. And when the climb path approaches, they dropped down like an overdosed dopers, kicked at the back of the main field. Woooohh… Im’just kidding here, not declaring or accusing.

One of the reasons that made 2009 Tour de France more exciting is the live coverage of iTV (local channel that can be accessed through the web ATDHE.Net - Watch Free Live Sports TV). They did an astounding real-time report for everything that occurs, from climb attacks to sprint to descend to crashes and even rider’s hand signals had been deciphered and interpreted for the viewers to understand the concept of cycling. Like raising right hand means asking for water from the team car, left or right shoving signal to warn the chasers that dangers are ahead of them when they are about to approach cliff with no side railings, the two-hand roll-around signal of a man on yellow jersey, way of expressing reckon that he might not be able to retain his no. 1 rank after the stage, just like what Cancellara did during the stage 5 or 6 (sorry can’t remember exactly).

On top of that, iTV network also covered the tour by feeding updates through twitter! Brilliantly, such made me comfortable because they’ve fed it live, ITV Tour de France (itvtdf) on Twitter, this has been the site that fed every 5 seconds in gap, with nonstop reporting of the tour’s progress including spectators reactions. They made me feel I’m on the ride with them. And for Lance’s Lance Armstrong (lancearmstrong) on Twitter, at any rate, he twits you when “anti-doping control team” knocks the door on their suite every morning before hitting the road.

Now that’s the beauty of twitter. You’ll get in touch with everything that takes place. When you can’t sit in front of TV to watch the sport live, well I think you should twit, as the saying goes “For those who love will follow”, I love it and that’s why I followed the tour live by twitter from start to finishhhh…(it doesn’t matter how your lips shapes this time) lol

More so, I love the sport because it helps my brain rolls like a bike’s wheel that glide towards rational functionality after hard days of work.

Since twitter obliges you to read and imagine rather than just watch the actual action, it transforms you into a better individual, to work with your mind’s eye and keeps you out of being too dependent on mere image and visuals.

Now I think we should twit, to gain info and wit!

My newly written blog is dedicated to Deinty Yadz, who twits like a charm.

About the Author

Recently connected as a staff in Philippine Mining Service Corporation. A
creative writer who loves to inscribe what he sees and feels. Spirited
towards scripting excerpts of his own awareness who had an
uncontrollable desire to write down what’s in his mind, fiction or
non-fiction, takes his free-time imagining things only words could be
put to describe them. He loves to connect friends with his words, not
photos. Blogs for the sake of his hobby, not for money.

To get a piece of his writings, you need to treat him burger and fries. It’s worth the price.

His website is PaYag.org - Index. Email him anytime at koontz_circle@yahoo.com, koontz@payag.org or lolek.montalbo@pmsc.com.ph

Follow him on Lolek Montalbo (koontz_circle) on Twitter ]]> koontz_circle https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?462-Twit-the-tour https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?454-World-won-t-end Mon, 20 Jul 2009 13:54:23 GMT If you think year 2012 will be the end of the world, then you must be out of your mind. Counseling is best for you. Predictions like that by ancient civilizations is, more or less, a hoax, a most shameful way to shock people of any races across the globe. Dying is definite, mark my word. But we’re not going to die together like what Mayans claimed could happen; one by one we’d be gone astray while the rest will stay temporarily. And they are the one who will cry for an hour or overnight when you pass on, the more the tears streams down from their eyes, the better your chances of sitting along His throne up in heaven. Every shriek of cry, He counts. So, the luxury of truthful predictions won’t give any of us the benefit of profound anticipation, and of course, pointless preparation. Any day, anytime, any minute and any second now, downfall of anybody’s life can happen. So live each day in an adventure way and forget about your investments and money, cause it won’t count in the next life anyway. If one dies, many live. If millions of people dies the world won’t stop. Human extinction doesn’t exist in science vocabulary. Every tragedy in this world will become history. The world will continue on and on, rolling towards endless voyage, like Lance Armstrong’s cycling career, refuses to end, always yellow without the assistance of doping. The world is beyond next decade’s “year of the dragon”. I don’t care that much and I discourage everyone of digging deep and acquire pack of survival supplies. You’re just wasting your time, and funds. Instead, focus on keeping an eye of your core than your earthly life. In the end, the world won’t come to an end, and so do your soul. My newly written blog is dedicated to Archie Irag, a man so true to his words. *About the Author R*ecently connected as a staff in Philippine Mining Service Corporation. A creative writer who loves to inscribe what he sees and feels. Spirited towards scripting excerpts of his own awareness who had an uncontrollable desire to write down what’s in his mind, fiction or non-fiction, takes his free-time imagining things only words could be put to describe them. He loves to connect friends with his words, not photos. Blogs for the sake of his hobby, not for money. To get a piece of his writings, you need to treat him burger and fries. It’s worth the price. His website is PaYag.org - Index (http://www.payag.org). Email him anytime at koontz_circle@yahoo.com, koontz@payag.org or lolek.montalbo@pmsc.com.ph If you think year 2012 will be the end of the world, then you must be out of your mind. Counseling is best for you. Predictions like that by ancient civilizations is, more or less, a hoax, a most shameful way to shock people of any races across the globe.

Dying is definite, mark my word. But we’re not going to die together like what Mayans claimed could happen; one by one we’d be gone astray while the rest will stay temporarily. And they are the one who will cry for an hour or overnight when you pass on, the more the tears streams down from their eyes, the better your chances of sitting along His throne up in heaven. Every shriek of cry, He counts.

So, the luxury of truthful predictions won’t give any of us the benefit of profound anticipation, and of course, pointless preparation. Any day, anytime, any minute and any second now, downfall of anybody’s life can happen. So live each day in an adventure way and forget about your investments and money, cause it won’t count in the next life anyway.

If one dies, many live. If millions of people dies the world won’t stop. Human extinction doesn’t exist in science vocabulary. Every tragedy in this world will become history. The world will continue on and on, rolling towards endless voyage, like Lance Armstrong’s cycling career, refuses to end, always yellow without the assistance of doping.

The world is beyond next decade’s “year of the dragon”. I don’t care that much and I discourage everyone of digging deep and acquire pack of survival supplies. You’re just wasting your time, and funds. Instead, focus on keeping an eye of your core than your earthly life.

In the end, the world won’t come to an end, and so do your soul.

My newly written blog is dedicated to Archie Irag, a man so true to his words.

About the Author

Recently connected as a staff in Philippine Mining Service Corporation. A
creative writer who loves to inscribe what he sees and feels. Spirited
towards scripting excerpts of his own awareness who had an
uncontrollable desire to write down what’s in his mind, fiction or
non-fiction, takes his free-time imagining things only words could be
put to describe them. He loves to connect friends with his words, not
photos. Blogs for the sake of his hobby, not for money.

To get a piece of his writings, you need to treat him burger and fries. It’s worth the price.

His website is PaYag.org - Index. Email him anytime at koontz_circle@yahoo.com, koontz@payag.org or lolek.montalbo@pmsc.com.ph ]]> koontz_circle https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?454-World-won-t-end https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?448-Rubberband Sat, 18 Jul 2009 06:12:49 GMT I’ve been introduced by my friend to a kind of stuff, bracelet, which has magnetic effect in our muscles and veins, and could make blood circulation better than usual. Thus, allow more oxygen to our tissues and release more energy. It’s one of the Good Faith products. Good Faith Bio-Magnetic jewelry. I love its metallic compound and the effect to those who wear it, as what I’ve come up with my research further about it over the net; it’s proven to be health beneficial. It brings relief in a number of common conditions such as respiratory problems, asthma, backache, headache and neckache, arthritis, muscle pains, jet lag, bursitis, insomnia, anxiety, constipation, migraines, hypertension, depression and even psoriasis. The feel of metal in my skin is one of things I hated most, but this Good Faith thingy seems so interesting I could almost grab to have one. I consider it as a key to good health and root of strength. But it’s quite expensive and makes me think ten times. Do I really have to buy one?Maybe I should, or maybe I shouldn’t. Maybe ten years later, that is when the value goes down the mark. Yeah I know its jewelry and the worth of it would even, relatively get higher in years to come, same as gold as much as I could take my assessment on it. For the meantime, I’m doing cheaper substitutes to what Bio-Magnetic jewelry offers, and that is doing physical activities. The oxygen in my brain, the rushing blood through my veins, and everytime I sweat out from my forehead, truly enormous and gratifying enough. More so, I’m wearing cheap rubberbands (in random colors everyday) wrapped up on my left wrist, wear it like a bracelet. Today, the color is green and gold. Am I representing Republic of Ghana? Of course no, and neither Brazil! For further info about their products you visit the site OpenDNS (http://www.mygoodfaith.com) My newly written blog is dedicated to Genio, who makes me laugh, always. *About the Author R*ecently connected as a staff in Philippine Mining Service Corporation. A creative writer who loves to inscribe what he sees and feels. Spirited towards scripting excerpts of his own awareness who had an uncontrollable desire to write down what’s in his mind, fiction or non-fiction, takes his free-time imagining things only words could be put to describe them. He loves to connect friends with his words, not photos. Blogs for the sake of his hobby, not for money. To get a piece of his writings, you need to treat him burger and fries. It’s worth the price. His website is PaYag.org - Index (http://www.payag.org). Email him anytime at koontz_circle@yahoo.com, koontz@payag.org or lolek.montalbo@pmsc.com.ph I’ve been introduced by my friend to a kind of stuff, bracelet, which has magnetic effect in our muscles and veins, and could make blood circulation better than usual. Thus, allow more oxygen to our tissues and release more energy. It’s one of the Good Faith products. Good Faith Bio-Magnetic jewelry.

I love its metallic compound and the effect to those who wear it, as what I’ve come up with my research further about it over the net; it’s proven to be health beneficial. It brings relief in a number of common conditions such as respiratory problems, asthma, backache, headache and neckache, arthritis, muscle pains, jet lag, bursitis, insomnia, anxiety, constipation, migraines, hypertension, depression and even psoriasis.

The feel of metal in my skin is one of things I hated most, but this Good Faith thingy seems so interesting I could almost grab to have one. I consider it as a key to good health and root of strength. But it’s quite expensive and makes me think ten times.

Do I really have to buy one?Maybe I should, or maybe I shouldn’t.

Maybe ten years later, that is when the value goes down the mark. Yeah I know its jewelry and the worth of it would even, relatively get higher in years to come, same as gold as much as I could take my assessment on it.

For the meantime, I’m doing cheaper substitutes to what Bio-Magnetic jewelry offers, and that is doing physical activities. The oxygen in my brain, the rushing blood through my veins, and everytime I sweat out from my forehead, truly enormous and gratifying enough.

More so, I’m wearing cheap rubberbands (in random colors everyday) wrapped up on my left wrist, wear it like a bracelet. Today, the color is green and gold. Am I representing Republic of Ghana? Of course no, and neither Brazil!

For further info about their products you visit the site OpenDNS

My newly written blog is dedicated to Genio, who makes me laugh, always.

About the Author

Recently connected as a staff in Philippine Mining Service Corporation. A
creative writer who loves to inscribe what he sees and feels. Spirited
towards scripting excerpts of his own awareness who had an
uncontrollable desire to write down what’s in his mind, fiction or
non-fiction, takes his free-time imagining things only words could be
put to describe them. He loves to connect friends with his words, not
photos. Blogs for the sake of his hobby, not for money.

To get a piece of his writings, you need to treat him burger and fries. It’s worth the price.

His website is PaYag.org - Index. Email him anytime at koontz_circle@yahoo.com, koontz@payag.org or lolek.montalbo@pmsc.com.ph
]]> koontz_circle https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?448-Rubberband https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?443-Hide Sat, 11 Jul 2009 07:09:02 GMT Are they doing something bad in their life? Are they on the run from somebody? Are they hiding for some reasons? Those are questions so very common and yet intriguing. People are on hide. They might be your friends, your mates and maybe your brothers by race. They might be the closest person of your life, who happened to put you down unexpectedly by betrayal. It could be due to debts, *** and taxes. Those are certain things in our life’s existence, like a predictable sunrise and sunset, that can’t seem to be shaken off by any means. Betrayal is not the end part of the anecdote. It is somewhat, somewhere in between. Perfidy by sequence evolves from friendship, trust, betrayal and… revenge. The sweetest among for sure is revenge, but it’s not fully recommended. It is not a healthy back fire to someone who abuses your allegiance. People hides like a dog, tacking tight their tail to keep their balls safe from sudden strike of vengeance. They might outclass us by their misdemeanor but sooner or later, we’ll catch them up like a trapped raccoon in the backyard lattice. Conscience won’t shatter them; on the other hand bad karma will crack them apart. From this moment on, they’ll going to have sleepless nights. Soak their souls in uproar. Drive their veins in twitch and make them feel they’re always on the mood of vowel movement. We’ll put them in an intense trepidation and help them realize that living in hell can be so sweating and disgusting. Hide now, pay later. My newly written blog is dedicated to Jasper Ramas, a friend whom I rarely get to see. *About the Author R*ecently connected as a staff in Philippine Mining Service Corporation. A creative writer who loves to inscribe what he sees and feels. Spirited towards scripting excerpts of his own awareness who had an uncontrollable desire to write down what’s in his mind, fiction or non-fiction, takes his free-time imagining things only words could be put to describe them. He loves to connect friends with his words, not photos. Blogs for the sake of his hobby, not for money. To get a piece of his writings, you need to treat him burger and fries. It’s worth the price. His website is PaYag.org - Index (http://www.payag.org). Email him anytime at koontz_circle@yahoo.com, koontz@payag.org or lolek.montalbo@pmsc.com.ph Are they doing something bad in their life? Are they on the run from somebody? Are they hiding for some reasons?

Those are questions so very common and yet intriguing. People are on hide. They might be your friends, your mates and maybe your brothers by race. They might be the closest person of your life, who happened to put you down unexpectedly by betrayal. It could be due to debts, *** and taxes. Those are certain things in our life’s existence, like a predictable sunrise and sunset, that can’t seem to be shaken off by any means.

Betrayal is not the end part of the anecdote. It is somewhat, somewhere in between. Perfidy by sequence evolves from friendship, trust, betrayal and… revenge. The sweetest among for sure is revenge, but it’s not fully recommended. It is not a healthy back fire to someone who abuses your allegiance.

People hides like a dog, tacking tight their tail to keep their balls safe from sudden strike of vengeance. They might outclass us by their misdemeanor but sooner or later, we’ll catch them up like a trapped raccoon in the backyard lattice. Conscience won’t shatter them; on the other hand bad karma will crack them apart.

From this moment on, they’ll going to have sleepless nights. Soak their souls in uproar. Drive their veins in twitch and make them feel they’re always on the mood of vowel movement. We’ll put them in an intense trepidation and help them realize that living in hell can be so sweating and disgusting.

Hide now, pay later.

My newly written blog is dedicated to Jasper Ramas, a friend whom I rarely get to see.

About the Author

Recently connected as a staff in Philippine Mining Service Corporation. A
creative writer who loves to inscribe what he sees and feels. Spirited
towards scripting excerpts of his own awareness who had an
uncontrollable desire to write down what’s in his mind, fiction or
non-fiction, takes his free-time imagining things only words could be
put to describe them. He loves to connect friends with his words, not
photos. Blogs for the sake of his hobby, not for money.

To get a piece of his writings, you need to treat him burger and fries. It’s worth the price.

His website is PaYag.org - Index. Email him anytime at koontz_circle@yahoo.com, koontz@payag.org or lolek.montalbo@pmsc.com.ph ]]> koontz_circle https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?443-Hide https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?436-We-love-rain-or-shine Sun, 05 Jul 2009 05:03:16 GMT Riding car is something you’d love to do during rainy days, it’s free carwash! On the other hand, flying kites is something you’d love to carry out during sunny days. But what if weather conditions suddenly change in an instant? What if you’d be caught up by unexpected climate change in the middle of something? Won’t you get mad and nutty? Particularly, what if sunny day swiftly becomes rainy? Most of us hate that scenario of course, if not all. We set off to work or school in the morning with a vibrant sky; perceptibly we’ll be having a fine and desiccated day. Only to be jammed down in traffic by a hasty and unexpected rain on our way back home. We forget to bring umbrella or raincoat with us. Now that’s annoying and gives us murky day. Quick!, wrap up our cell phone with plastic because we’ll get wet from top to toe. That’s inadequately awful. Either you’ve showered earlier in the morning or not. That’s a blessing, a commemoration of our baptism. Last year 2000, we had this presentation of Sponsors by Reserve Officer Training Corps (ROTC) at Southwestern University, drill of cadets as army reserves. It was a fine day, as the staging were halfway, just as our beloved sponsors is about to march past in front of platoons, the rain pours down on us in surprise, like a bolt from the blue. That was the moment we should have been scolded by our unit leaders for not having coats, as we were trained to be geared up in case of emergency, but that’s not the case. That was a ceremony. The rule would be to stand straight and chin up strong, not to move a single shudder and stay stalwart in an adverse condition. Standing erect so wet feels like wearing an all damp gloves, boats, hankies, pants, socks, type A’s, and caps. Newly snatched up and used right away from washing machine of the 80’s-no drier. Though, it feels great and fulfilling to hear the crowd cheered up and wave in unison. The appreciation is so thunderous, as earsplitting as the reverberation of rain and drums. And the most amazing thing that ever happened during the ceremony is that when the sponsors’ translucent flesh exhibited due to wet-thin attire that they’d worn, a see-through enchantment! They seemed to pass down in front of us like women in the beach, only in bras and panties! As extraordinary as it was, it gave us something to remember for the rest of our lives. Fair day is a lucky thing. Rainy day is glory. Heck, we love rain or shine. And we’ll take it in an unsurprised passion. We’ll settle to wet the dry, and dry whatever gets wet! My newly written blog is dedicated to LadyLou B. , whom, technically speaking, has the best penmanship. *About the Author R*ecently connected as a staff in Philippine Mining Service Corporation. A creative writer who loves to inscribe what he sees and feels. Spirited towards scripting excerpts of his own awareness who had an uncontrollable desire to write down what’s in his mind, fiction or non-fiction, takes his free-time imagining things only words could be put to describe them. He loves to connect friends with his words, not photos. Blogs for the sake of his hobby, not for money. To get a piece of his writings, you need to treat him burger and fries. It’s worth the price. His website is PaYag.org - Index (http://www.payag.org). Email him anytime at koontz_circle@yahoo.com, koontz@payag.org or lolek.montalbo@pmsc.com.ph Riding car is something you’d love to do during rainy days, it’s free carwash! On the other hand, flying kites is something you’d love to carry out during sunny days.

But what if weather conditions suddenly change in an instant? What if you’d be caught up by unexpected climate change in the middle of something? Won’t you get mad and nutty? Particularly, what if sunny day swiftly becomes rainy?

Most of us hate that scenario of course, if not all. We set off to work or school in the morning with a vibrant sky; perceptibly we’ll be having a fine and desiccated day. Only to be jammed down in traffic by a hasty and unexpected rain on our way back home. We forget to bring umbrella or raincoat with us. Now that’s annoying and gives us murky day. Quick!, wrap up our cell phone with plastic because we’ll get wet from top to toe.

That’s inadequately awful. Either you’ve showered earlier in the morning or not. That’s a blessing, a commemoration of our baptism.

Last year 2000, we had this presentation of Sponsors by Reserve Officer Training Corps (ROTC) at Southwestern University, drill of cadets as army reserves. It was a fine day, as the staging were halfway, just as our beloved sponsors is about to march past in front of platoons, the rain pours down on us in surprise, like a bolt from the blue. That was the moment we should have been scolded by our unit leaders for not having coats, as we were trained to be geared up in case of emergency, but that’s not the case. That was a ceremony.

The rule would be to stand straight and chin up strong, not to move a single shudder and stay stalwart in an adverse condition. Standing erect so wet feels like wearing an all damp gloves, boats, hankies, pants, socks, type A’s, and caps. Newly snatched up and used right away from washing machine of the 80’s-no drier.

Though, it feels great and fulfilling to hear the crowd cheered up and wave in unison. The appreciation is so thunderous, as earsplitting as the reverberation of rain and drums.

And the most amazing thing that ever happened during the ceremony is that when the sponsors’ translucent flesh exhibited due to wet-thin attire that they’d worn, a see-through enchantment! They seemed to pass down in front of us like women in the beach, only in bras and panties!

As extraordinary as it was, it gave us something to remember for the rest of our lives. Fair day is a lucky thing. Rainy day is glory.

Heck, we love rain or shine. And we’ll take it in an unsurprised passion. We’ll settle to wet the dry, and dry whatever gets wet!

My newly written blog is dedicated to LadyLou B. , whom, technically speaking, has the best penmanship.

About the Author

Recently connected as a staff in Philippine Mining Service Corporation. A
creative writer who loves to inscribe what he sees and feels. Spirited
towards scripting excerpts of his own awareness who had an
uncontrollable desire to write down what’s in his mind, fiction or
non-fiction, takes his free-time imagining things only words could be
put to describe them. He loves to connect friends with his words, not
photos. Blogs for the sake of his hobby, not for money.

To get a piece of his writings, you need to treat him burger and fries. It’s worth the price.

His website is PaYag.org - Index. Email him anytime at koontz_circle@yahoo.com, koontz@payag.org or lolek.montalbo@pmsc.com.ph ]]> koontz_circle https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?436-We-love-rain-or-shine https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?419-Beware-Swine-Flu-is-on-Disco%21 Tue, 23 Jun 2009 13:34:46 GMT If you’re aware of the recent global outbreak, then you must be attentive without limits. Surely, avoiding close contact with someone infected by the flu, frequent hand washing, on strict nutritious diet, daily physical activities like exercising and some sorts of basic preventions, are not enough. The first thing that will come into our mind when talking about A (H1N1) virus infection is the chief issue of hygiene and immunity. The better the sanitation we put into practice and the higher the level of our immunity, the less likely we’ll get infected. But we ought to assume more than that. Let’s not fall short to evaluate our lifestyle that could possibly risk our health. One of the key lifestyle that could place our physical condition into peril is getting into Disco at nightclubs. Not because Mr. 50 Cent the rapper with a gun, labeled one of his hits as “Disco Inferno”, but to a certain extent that Disco-life or something similar like live rock concerts has the higher possibilities of spreading pandemic flu. Okay, just in case you don’t get me, consider this; you come to Disco alone or with your berks. Order some beer, redhorse or colt45 then succumb to drunkenness in just about, say 15 minutes. Then afterward, you feel the need to bop or boogie, and that’s when you start dancing, the dancing style and stance that makes you feel you’re the best among the crowd and to all those who dance around you. No one cares if you do it in a froggy way, you are drunk after all. You happen to meet someone you’ve known years ago, and yells in at him “Hey man!, it’s good to see you here! How are you! Been too long! Who’s with you?” His response would also be in yelling tone mixed up with hysterical excitement. “Whoooaaaww lucky day! Small world! I’m doing’ good man! It’s been years indeed and feels good to see you back! Come on here and meet my friends!” So, you meet all his friends, get their names, talk to them and share laughers, all in the manner of “in your face” yelling, for the reasons that being an inebriated and with active huge amplifiers from every corner, can be so deafening. Definitely, it is red alert to everyone who loves to go live concerts and Discos. The “face to face” yelling could establish potential threat to everyone inside the club. Droplets like showering spittles from random mouths are the primary concern. It could get worse when you hack into kissing with some liberated woman, who happened to have kissed with a visiting foreign from pandemic-prone countries days before. Alright listen, I know I’m not the right person to hold your Saturday night disco. Everyone is entitled to their own happiness and delight. But I must warn you not to go, and if you’re too adamant, then you must do it with surgical mask with you. Each and everyone of you. My newly written blog is dedicated to Rosely, who knows how to bake cookies the right way. *About the Author R*ecently connected as a staff in Philippine Mining Service Corporation. A creative writer who loves to inscribe what he sees and feels. Spirited towards scripting excerpts of his own awareness who had an uncontrollable desire to write down what’s in his mind, fiction or non-fiction, takes his free-time imagining things only words could be put to describe them. He loves to connect friends with his words, not photos. Blogs for the sake of his hobby, not for money. To get a piece of his writings, you need to treat him burger and fries. It’s worth the price. His website is PaYag.org - Index (http://www.payag.org). Email him anytime at koontz_circle@yahoo.com, koontz@payag.org or lolek.montalbo@pmsc.com.ph If you’re aware of the recent global outbreak, then you must be attentive without limits. Surely, avoiding close contact with someone infected by the flu, frequent hand washing, on strict nutritious diet, daily physical activities like exercising and some sorts of basic preventions, are not enough.

The first thing that will come into our mind when talking about A (H1N1) virus infection is the chief issue of hygiene and immunity. The better the sanitation we put into practice and the higher the level of our immunity, the less likely we’ll get infected. But we ought to assume more than that. Let’s not fall short to evaluate our lifestyle that could possibly risk our health.

One of the key lifestyle that could place our physical condition into peril is getting into Disco at nightclubs. Not because Mr. 50 Cent the rapper with a gun, labeled one of his hits as “Disco Inferno”, but to a certain extent that Disco-life or something similar like live rock concerts has the higher possibilities of spreading pandemic flu.

Okay, just in case you don’t get me, consider this; you come to Disco alone or with your berks. Order some beer, redhorse or colt45 then succumb to drunkenness in just about, say 15 minutes. Then afterward, you feel the need to bop or boogie, and that’s when you start dancing, the dancing style and stance that makes you feel you’re the best among the crowd and to all those who dance around you. No one cares if you do it in a froggy way, you are drunk after all.

You happen to meet someone you’ve known years ago, and yells in at him “Hey man!, it’s good to see you here! How are you! Been too long! Who’s with you?” His response would also be in yelling tone mixed up with hysterical excitement. “Whoooaaaww lucky day! Small world! I’m doing’ good man! It’s been years indeed and feels good to see you back! Come on here and meet my friends!” So, you meet all his friends, get their names, talk to them and share laughers, all in the manner of “in your face” yelling, for the reasons that being an inebriated and with active huge amplifiers from every corner, can be so deafening.

Definitely, it is red alert to everyone who loves to go live concerts and Discos. The “face to face” yelling could establish potential threat to everyone inside the club. Droplets like showering spittles from random mouths are the primary concern. It could get worse when you hack into kissing with some liberated woman, who happened to have kissed with a visiting foreign from pandemic-prone countries days before.

Alright listen, I know I’m not the right person to hold your Saturday night disco. Everyone is entitled to their own happiness and delight. But I must warn you not to go, and if you’re too adamant, then you must do it with surgical mask with you. Each and everyone of you.

My newly written blog is dedicated to Rosely, who knows how to bake cookies the right way.

About the Author

Recently connected as a staff in Philippine Mining Service Corporation. A
creative writer who loves to inscribe what he sees and feels. Spirited
towards scripting excerpts of his own awareness who had an
uncontrollable desire to write down what’s in his mind, fiction or
non-fiction, takes his free-time imagining things only words could be
put to describe them. He loves to connect friends with his words, not
photos. Blogs for the sake of his hobby, not for money.

To get a piece of his writings, you need to treat him burger and fries. It’s worth the price.

His website is PaYag.org - Index. Email him anytime at koontz_circle@yahoo.com, koontz@payag.org or lolek.montalbo@pmsc.com.ph
]]> koontz_circle https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?419-Beware-Swine-Flu-is-on-Disco%21 https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?413-The-Adam-within Sun, 21 Jun 2009 01:27:58 GMT Yesterday afternoon, as I stride my way back to work from 30 minutes lunch-break. I stayed for about 5 minutes in the parking area to catch some breath of unsullied bill of air. When I looked up the sky, came into view a blue with blemishing clouds, some omen is about to happen. Though the parking lot serves as smoking area as well, I don’t smoke myself. I don’t do devil’s vice, because I am properly advised by my own therapeutic consciousness. With that, I couldn’t blame any tobacco makers in the future if I happen to give in myself towards bronchitis. When my five-minute-standing-for-nothing meditative session through, I strolled to the back area of the warehouse, into the pocket-forest and tree seedlings nursery division of the compound that has been the institution’s program, in compliance of the government bureau’s required environmental assistance project. Down the aisle of plantlets, my eyes met those eyes of another mortal creature, a small snake. Its body as thick as Bic ball pen, about twenty inches in length, and seemed to have well-varnished skin, shiny like a glossed lips of a lovely lady in metropolis. It lays on the ground and ready to counter to or flee from me. The snake had something in its mouth, gripped-tight by its jaw, it has a tail too, wagging and seemed to be struggling to get free of its captivity, tropical lizard. I saw the prey and the predator without a doubt in middle hour of the day. I’ve felt pity for the prey that it triggers me off to find a stick nearby to shooo! up the snake hoping it would let loose the lizard. But on no account, it had been unnecessary. The snake voluntarily set the lizard free and scampered away like a coward man for its own safety. While the lizard loped out with its life in opposite direction. Maybe they perceived me as potential threat to them. The lizard, was safe and sound, but something in its physique is missing, its tail. It must had been slashed by the snake’s furious adrenaline and urgency of letting it go or just giving the lizard something to remember in its life. As if to say, “The next time we’ll meet again, I’ll swallow you whole for good!” ha-ha! Its tail been dropped on the spot where I first saw them, center of the passageway. Though left unaided, it acknowledged itself as third living individual. Jerking, twitching and moves from side to side without definite direction. Lizard tail’s instinct. It’s getting wild! Everything happened so fast, swift and unexpected. I theoretically anticipated seeing myself in the “Garden of Eden”, with a loud-mouthed and bigger snake and “Eve” by my side persuading me to take a bite on the apple of “immortality”, which in truth and reality, leads to sin and mortality. But none had taken place. No one tempted me. For how I relate those bizarre things that I’ve seen yesterday, I can feel right now that there is somebody that subsists unto me. There is “Adam” within me. Susceptible and sinful. My newly written blog is dedicated to Aileen Lasam, a special person with an unadulterated soul. *About the Author R*ecently connected as a staff in Philippine Mining Service Corporation. A creative writer who loves to inscribe what he sees and feels. Spirited towards scripting excerpts of his own awareness who had an uncontrollable desire to write down what’s in his mind, fiction or non-fiction, takes his free-time imagining things only words could be put to describe them. He loves to connect friends with his words, not photos. Blogs for the sake of his hobby, not for money. To get a piece of his writings, you need to treat him burger and fries. It’s worth the price. His website is PaYag.org - Index (http://www.payag.org). Email him anytime at koontz_circle@yahoo.com, koontz@payag.org or lolek.montalbo@pmsc.com.ph Yesterday afternoon, as I stride my way back to work from 30 minutes lunch-break. I stayed for about 5 minutes in the parking area to catch some breath of unsullied bill of air. When I looked up the sky, came into view a blue with blemishing clouds, some omen is about to happen.

Though the parking lot serves as smoking area as well, I don’t smoke myself. I don’t do devil’s vice, because I am properly advised by my own therapeutic consciousness. With that, I couldn’t blame any tobacco makers in the future if I happen to give in myself towards bronchitis.

When my five-minute-standing-for-nothing meditative session through, I strolled to the back area of the warehouse, into the pocket-forest and tree seedlings nursery division of the compound that has been the institution’s program, in compliance of the government bureau’s required environmental assistance project.

Down the aisle of plantlets, my eyes met those eyes of another mortal creature, a small snake. Its body as thick as Bic ball pen, about twenty inches in length, and seemed to have well-varnished skin, shiny like a glossed lips of a lovely lady in metropolis. It lays on the ground and ready to counter to or flee from me.

The snake had something in its mouth, gripped-tight by its jaw, it has a tail too, wagging and seemed to be struggling to get free of its captivity, tropical lizard. I saw the prey and the predator without a doubt in middle hour of the day.

I’ve felt pity for the prey that it triggers me off to find a stick nearby to shooo! up the snake hoping it would let loose the lizard. But on no account, it had been unnecessary. The snake voluntarily set the lizard free and scampered away like a coward man for its own safety. While the lizard loped out with its life in opposite direction. Maybe they perceived me as potential threat to them. The lizard, was safe and sound, but something in its physique is missing, its tail. It must had been slashed by the snake’s furious adrenaline and urgency of letting it go or just giving the lizard something to remember in its life. As if to say, “The next time we’ll meet again, I’ll swallow you whole for good!” ha-ha!

Its tail been dropped on the spot where I first saw them, center of the passageway. Though left unaided, it acknowledged itself as third living individual. Jerking, twitching and moves from side to side without definite direction. Lizard tail’s instinct. It’s getting wild!

Everything happened so fast, swift and unexpected. I theoretically anticipated seeing myself in the “Garden of Eden”, with a loud-mouthed and bigger snake and “Eve” by my side persuading me to take a bite on the apple of “immortality”, which in truth and reality, leads to sin and mortality. But none had taken place. No one tempted me.

For how I relate those bizarre things that I’ve seen yesterday, I can feel right now that there is somebody that subsists unto me. There is “Adam” within me. Susceptible and sinful.

My newly written blog is dedicated to Aileen Lasam, a special person with an unadulterated soul.

About the Author

Recently connected as a staff in Philippine Mining Service Corporation. A
creative writer who loves to inscribe what he sees and feels. Spirited
towards scripting excerpts of his own awareness who had an
uncontrollable desire to write down what’s in his mind, fiction or
non-fiction, takes his free-time imagining things only words could be
put to describe them. He loves to connect friends with his words, not
photos. Blogs for the sake of his hobby, not for money.

To get a piece of his writings, you need to treat him burger and fries. It’s worth the price.

His website is PaYag.org - Index. Email him anytime at koontz_circle@yahoo.com, koontz@payag.org or lolek.montalbo@pmsc.com.ph
]]> koontz_circle https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?413-The-Adam-within https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?410-Balls-and-Parade Thu, 18 Jun 2009 12:10:35 GMT With annual “balling time of year” forthcoming the next few days, I delegate to waste no time doing stuffs adverse to my skinny-built body. It has been my only… only gizmo. I don’t want it brittle and unready. Compulsorily, I have to make myself stiff, stable and sturdy physically. Now I have less than a week to keep myself fit and muscle-toned, do some fitness plan and jog thrice a week. I can’t get enough. For banging bodies in mid-air could be hazardous circus act; with no foul-call from a ref I surely wouldn’t overreact. Tip-off’s on June 21, 28 and July 4 of the three ballin’ tournaments, different locations, town, barrio and sitio respectively. I wonder how game schedules would overlap as each tournament progresses, the probabilities is more often than not, certain. It happened before. It made our basketball-life miserable. Last year, we had this very tough time dealing with conflicts of games calendar. The team had been scheduled to play for three competitions mentioned, simultaneous, exactly the same time and same date. Grrrr!… No choice but to drop those two game schedules in order to engage on the schedule of the specific tournament that could favor our team the most. The one we have good chance of advancing to the next round. Perhaps we could have split the team into two, by eight and by seven to be able to play on two venues. But hey, we’re a team of fifteen man! We won’t divide. We live and die together. We’ll stick till the last dribbles and bounces of clashes. Also, we only had one coach and we can’t split his body up either. Hahaha… let’s not laugh in unison, I’m serious and you’re not. Not in a literal way, the concept would be “You can’t keep two or three good things in life at the same time.” Stick to what suits you the best. But people believe that- that is something you can’t apply in the world of basketball. If you’d ask me how I’d feel about these coming basketball tournaments, I’ll tell you then, “I’m as excited as hell!” This is the kind of game we always love to play a married or single person could take pleasure in without pay. Why? Coz we meet new friends everyday, along the way. Too bad I’m answering my own query. My newly written blog is dedicated to Louella “Ellah” Bacalla, a friend whom you can sit beside when the world comes down. *About the Author R*ecently connected as a staff in Philippine Mining Service Corporation. A creative writer who loves to inscribe what he sees and feels. Spirited towards scripting excerpts of his own awareness who had an uncontrollable desire to write down what’s in his mind, fiction or non-fiction, takes his free-time imagining things only words could be put to describe them. He loves to connect friends with his words, not photos. Blogs for the sake of his hobby, not for money. To get a piece of his writings, you need to treat him burger and fries. It’s worth the price. His website is PaYag.org - Index (http://www.payag.org). Email him anytime at koontz_circle@yahoo.com, koontz@payag.org or lolek.montalbo@pmsc.com.ph With annual “balling time of year” forthcoming the next few days, I delegate to waste no time doing stuffs adverse to my skinny-built body. It has been my only… only gizmo. I don’t want it brittle and unready. Compulsorily, I have to make myself stiff, stable and sturdy physically.

Now I have less than a week to keep myself fit and muscle-toned, do some fitness plan and jog thrice a week. I can’t get enough. For banging bodies in mid-air could be hazardous circus act; with no foul-call from a ref I surely wouldn’t overreact.

Tip-off’s on June 21, 28 and July 4 of the three ballin’ tournaments, different locations, town, barrio and sitio respectively. I wonder how game schedules would overlap as each tournament progresses, the probabilities is more often than not, certain. It happened before. It made our basketball-life miserable.

Last year, we had this very tough time dealing with conflicts of games calendar. The team had been scheduled to play for three competitions mentioned, simultaneous, exactly the same time and same date. Grrrr!… No choice but to drop those two game schedules in order to engage on the schedule of the specific tournament that could favor our team the most. The one we have good chance of advancing to the next round.

Perhaps we could have split the team into two, by eight and by seven to be able to play on two venues. But hey, we’re a team of fifteen man! We won’t divide. We live and die together. We’ll stick till the last dribbles and bounces of clashes. Also, we only had one coach and we can’t split his body up either. Hahaha… let’s not laugh in unison, I’m serious and you’re not.

Not in a literal way, the concept would be “You can’t keep two or three good things in life at the same time.” Stick to what suits you the best. But people believe that- that is something you can’t apply in the world of basketball.

If you’d ask me how I’d feel about these coming basketball tournaments, I’ll tell you then, “I’m as excited as hell!” This is the kind of game we always love to play a married or single person could take pleasure in without pay. Why? Coz we meet new friends everyday, along the way.

Too bad I’m answering my own query.

My newly written blog is dedicated to Louella “Ellah” Bacalla, a friend whom you can sit beside when the world comes down.

About the Author

Recently connected as a staff in Philippine Mining Service Corporation. A creative writer who loves to inscribe what he sees and feels. Spirited towards scripting excerpts of his own awareness who had an uncontrollable desire to write down what’s in his mind, fiction or non-fiction, takes his free-time imagining things only words could be put to describe them. He loves to connect friends with his words, not photos. Blogs for the sake of his hobby, not for money.

To get a piece of his writings, you need to treat him burger and fries. It’s worth the price.

His website is PaYag.org - Index. Email him anytime at koontz_circle@yahoo.com, koontz@payag.org or lolek.montalbo@pmsc.com.ph
]]> koontz_circle https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?410-Balls-and-Parade https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?406-Siquijor Tue, 16 Jun 2009 14:02:31 GMT By no means in my childhood life would I imagine visiting a mystery-filled place. I hate to feel fear neither to endure a high-rate of fare for the travel. But believe me that I did, and that’s almost six years ago and it went in my mind still undead. Into a place of peculiar impression and wild-weird destination, please don’t guess, Siquijor. During nine-day visit, we’ve attended fiesta activities from three different barrios for three sunny days. About five kilometers apart for each location, it was a ride of pleasure hunkering down the floor at the back of a cargo truck. We’re on our way to a local festival. Feast meals were appetizing. Humba slices the size of a computer mouse, Dugo-dugo were more reddish than brown yet sticky-paste, Bam-e that appeared to have dog’s nose and ears on it, half-cooked on purpose Bola-bola with less-salt taste, Beef steak as thick as a rubber shoes sole, and Lumpia-shanghai as big as an oversized eggplant. All of those tasted good, at least on my tongue’s sensory fiber. One night, we had this tapok-tapok talk with the natives out there. An old man stole the show, about 70 years of age with an untrimmed long beard and dirty gap-toothed, shared some stories about ghosts, spells, voodoos and some sort of horror-like claims like flying caskets in dark alleys. He seemed so serious and authentic, which, by the tone of his voice, worth believing as it trembled and full of realistic memories of what he’d been personally through, delivered right from his brain straight to his mouth. I had no reason to be skeptical about witches that night onwards. Moreover, I won’t forget the moment as spittle’s were popping out of his mouth every time he talked, with less effort. I’d laughed though I’m scared of his stories told. The following morning, we drove by motorbike to secluded areas of the island. Narrow road towards forests, from village to village we passed two shallow rivers light vehicle can handle, including bicycle. Along the way, I’ve noticed exotic ornamental plants, herbs, trees and distinctive grasses. They’re all unfamiliar to me and made me feel I’m in Brazilian jungle (as what I’ve seen on National Geographic Channel), it became the icing of my uncultivated adventure. The place, the people and the atmosphere are so adaptive and worth living for the rest of my life. I met friends in just a short number of days; I forgot their names but not their faces. They might have those suspicious eyes only shown on Halloween primetime TV but they didn’t have those suspecting heart, they possessed, as what we ironically considered, gentle and accommodating. I’m supposed to be trained as a clerk in a certain depot there but racked up being an easygoing tourist instead. Had I brought myself with visual devices like digital camera, could have captured the eye-catching details of everything aforementioned. I’d rather let your imagination work more this time. If leaving hometown for school or career could break your heart to death, then leaving Larena could bring a feeling that would doubtlessly put death to your heart. My heart loves Siquijor and so do my mind. My newly written blog is dedicated to Neil Tracy “islaw” Plando, who brings out the best in everyone. Free your mind, write what you see and write what you feel visit us at PaYag.org - Index For further inquiries kindly email the guilty party koontz@payag.org, koontz_circle@yahoo.com or lolek.montalbo@pmsc.com.ph Note: this is just an excerpt of the writer’s mind, who had an uncontrollable desire to write what’s on his mind, some are fiction and some are real. a copyrighted material, you need author’s permission before you copy and paste this lexis. otherwise i’ll hit you down like a bug! i’m just kidding though.. thank you. By no means in my childhood life would I imagine visiting a mystery-filled place. I hate to feel fear neither to endure a high-rate of fare for the travel. But believe me that I did, and that’s almost six years ago and it went in my mind still undead. Into a place of peculiar impression and wild-weird destination, please don’t guess, Siquijor.

During nine-day visit, we’ve attended fiesta activities from three different barrios for three sunny days. About five kilometers apart for each location, it was a ride of pleasure hunkering down the floor at the back of a cargo truck. We’re on our way to a local festival.

Feast meals were appetizing. Humba slices the size of a computer mouse, Dugo-dugo were more reddish than brown yet sticky-paste, Bam-e that appeared to have dog’s nose and ears on it, half-cooked on purpose Bola-bola with less-salt taste, Beef steak as thick as a rubber shoes sole, and Lumpia-shanghai as big as an oversized eggplant. All of those tasted good, at least on my tongue’s sensory fiber.

One night, we had this tapok-tapok talk with the natives out there. An old man stole the show, about 70 years of age with an untrimmed long beard and dirty gap-toothed, shared some stories about ghosts, spells, voodoos and some sort of horror-like claims like flying caskets in dark alleys. He seemed so serious and authentic, which, by the tone of his voice, worth believing as it trembled and full of realistic memories of what he’d been personally through, delivered right from his brain straight to his mouth. I had no reason to be skeptical about witches that night onwards. Moreover, I won’t forget the moment as spittle’s were popping out of his mouth every time he talked, with less effort. I’d laughed though I’m scared of his stories told.

The following morning, we drove by motorbike to secluded areas of the island. Narrow road towards forests, from village to village we passed two shallow rivers light vehicle can handle, including bicycle. Along the way, I’ve noticed exotic ornamental plants, herbs, trees and distinctive grasses. They’re all unfamiliar to me and made me feel I’m in Brazilian jungle (as what I’ve seen on National Geographic Channel), it became the icing of my uncultivated adventure. The place, the people and the atmosphere are so adaptive and worth living for the rest of my life. I met friends in just a short number of days; I forgot their names but not their faces. They might have those suspicious eyes only shown on Halloween primetime TV but they didn’t have those suspecting heart, they possessed, as what we ironically considered, gentle and accommodating.

I’m supposed to be trained as a clerk in a certain depot there but racked up being an easygoing tourist instead. Had I brought myself with visual devices like digital camera, could have captured the eye-catching details of everything aforementioned. I’d rather let your imagination work more this time.

If leaving hometown for school or career could break your heart to death, then leaving Larena could bring a feeling that would doubtlessly put death to your heart. My heart loves Siquijor and so do my mind.

My newly written blog is dedicated to Neil Tracy “islaw” Plando, who brings out the best in everyone.

Free your mind, write what you see and write what you feel visit us at PaYag.org - Index

For further inquiries kindly email the guilty party koontz@payag.org, koontz_circle@yahoo.com or lolek.montalbo@pmsc.com.ph

Note:
this is just an excerpt of the writer’s mind, who had an uncontrollable desire to write what’s on his mind, some are fiction and some are real. a copyrighted material, you need author’s permission before you
copy and paste this lexis. otherwise i’ll hit you down like a bug! i’m
just kidding though.. thank you.
]]> koontz_circle https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?406-Siquijor https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?404-Rodel-a-fighter Thu, 11 Jun 2009 10:53:10 GMT That was year 1999 when I met this very modest man, Rodel Mayol. Also known as “Batang Mandaue” for his prolific boxing talent as an amateur pugilist during college years at Southwestern University. We used to share some laughters during vacant time, carved up cheese breads (chip-in chip-in style) at Julies Bakeshop along Aznar road, played basketball at Sitio Tangkongan Gym (skipping some Accounting classes) and teased a campus Librarian with the company of Elmer the guitar aficionado, Romeo the man of intense Chuckle, Jigger the Linkin Park buff , Otel the Punky one, Franklin the aspiring lawyer-liar and Arsolon the Tee-hunk! Come June 13, 2009, exactly ten years since I knew him, he’s going to plant his two feet on the canvass and stand hard against the slinky undefeated champion Ivan Calderon of Puerto Rico in an under-card of Cotto-Clottey fight at Madison Square Garden for his third attempt of becoming world champion after two terrible letdowns the past years. This fight could be very difficult for him, paper wise. But I still feel he can pull this one up, knock-out or not. Rodel is known as a frozen person who never talks much and seems to have no feelings by most of his friends. But when you get to know him deeper, you’d be surprised to realize how he’d put his heart above all else, for everything he does and everything he’s going through. He’s a man of passion, silent man with disguised obsession. I remember back then when he went home early from school just to check his girlfriend’s condition (with slight fever), though he had his own too, also just last year when he was hooked-up on to a risky fight in Mexico (with no appropriate training and preparation) just to be able to earn for the hospital bills of his wife’s maternal care. The size of his heart is very immense and as immeasurable as an endless highway, and as charming as the sweetest honey in Amazon wilderness. Whatever might be the outcome of his upcoming fight against the man known as one of the finest defensive boxers of the world, undefeated and WBO light-flyweight champion, I will always be on Rodel’s side for he is a man who deserves filled support and tribute. And when the first bell rings of their 12 round combat, I’ll put my own free will through telepathic aura to give him all my courage and strength to win the fight, for which he be worthy of. To Rodel, I wish you all the best and constantly bear in mind that “Wherever the hands of fate would lead you, be reminded that there’s always be a guiding hand that would lead you to the purpose of which you were created” Now, It takes my mind back to Mr. Ornopia (one of our Accounting instructor) back then. Perhaps the Billie Joe music of GE cassette reminds everything that you’ve been through… blood, sweat, tears and sacrifices… under a rare radiant sun of June. Knock on wood Rodel! My newly written blog is for Rodel Mayol, once a classmate, always a friend and a fighter… Free your mind, write what you see and write what you feel visit us at PaYag.org - Index For further inquiries kindly email the guilty party koontz@payag.org, koontz_circle@yahoo.com or lolek.montalbo@pmsc.com.ph Note: this is just an excerpt of the writer’s mind, who had an uncontrollable desire to write what’s on his mind, some are fiction and some are real. a copyrighted material, you need author’s permission before you copy and paste this lexis. otherwise i’ll hit you down like a bug! i’m just kidding though.. thank you. That was year 1999 when I met this very modest man, Rodel Mayol. Also known as “Batang Mandaue” for his prolific boxing talent as an amateur pugilist during college years at Southwestern University. We used to share some laughters during vacant time, carved up cheese breads (chip-in chip-in style) at Julies Bakeshop along Aznar road, played basketball at Sitio Tangkongan Gym (skipping some Accounting classes) and teased a campus Librarian with the company of Elmer the guitar aficionado, Romeo the man of intense Chuckle, Jigger the Linkin Park buff , Otel the Punky one, Franklin the aspiring lawyer-liar and Arsolon the Tee-hunk!

Come June 13, 2009, exactly ten years since I knew him, he’s going to plant his two feet on the canvass and stand hard against the slinky undefeated champion Ivan Calderon of Puerto Rico in an under-card of Cotto-Clottey fight at Madison Square Garden for his third attempt of becoming world champion after two terrible letdowns the past years. This fight could be very difficult for him, paper wise. But I still feel he can pull this one up, knock-out or not.

Rodel is known as a frozen person who never talks much and seems to have no feelings by most of his friends. But when you get to know him deeper, you’d be surprised to realize how he’d put his heart above all else, for everything he does and everything he’s going through. He’s a man of passion, silent man with disguised obsession. I remember back then when he went home early from school just to check his girlfriend’s condition (with slight fever), though he had his own too, also just last year when he was hooked-up on to a risky fight in Mexico (with no appropriate training and preparation) just to be able to earn for the hospital bills of his wife’s maternal care. The size of his heart is very immense and as immeasurable as an endless highway, and as charming as the sweetest honey in Amazon wilderness.

Whatever might be the outcome of his upcoming fight against the man known as one of the finest defensive boxers of the world, undefeated and WBO light-flyweight champion, I will always be on Rodel’s side for he is a man who deserves filled support and tribute. And when the first bell rings of their 12 round combat, I’ll put my own free will through telepathic aura to give him all my courage and strength to win the fight, for which he be worthy of.

To Rodel, I wish you all the best and constantly bear in mind that “Wherever the hands of fate would lead you, be reminded that there’s always be a guiding hand that would lead you to the purpose of which you were created” Now, It takes my mind back to Mr. Ornopia (one of our Accounting instructor) back then. Perhaps the Billie Joe music of GE cassette reminds everything that you’ve been through… blood, sweat, tears and sacrifices… under a rare radiant sun of June.

Knock on wood Rodel!

My newly written blog is for Rodel Mayol, once a classmate, always a friend and a fighter…

Free your mind, write what you see and write what you feel visit us at PaYag.org - Index

For further inquiries kindly email the guilty party koontz@payag.org, koontz_circle@yahoo.com or lolek.montalbo@pmsc.com.ph

Note:
this is just an excerpt of the writer’s mind, who had an uncontrollable desire to write what’s on his mind, some are fiction and some are real. a copyrighted material, you need author’s permission before you
copy and paste this lexis. otherwise i’ll hit you down like a bug! i’m
just kidding though.. thank you.
]]> koontz_circle https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?404-Rodel-a-fighter https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?402-Carrots-and-Sticks Tue, 09 Jun 2009 12:09:57 GMT Life is not a free ride to enjoy every dashing breeze of existence. Right or wrong, either could bring consequence. We must pay sometimes, by all stinging sticks available. An unpleasant doing will bring you to it without the benefit of considered necessary warnings. And that’s the time when we whine, for we feel to deserve uncalled carrots, peeled and bite-ready—now you’re a rabbit. This isn’t the distinctive carrot is to reward, stick is to punishment. Family first, it has been the motto. It’s been the real carrots of our life. They are the strength of character that erects us when deprived. Guide us behind every time we forefront somewhat adversary and undesirable that could send us to a downfall. Look around you; can’t you see the wandering kids along the sidewalk? They seem so lost and needs direction, spent years calling for carrots but been ignored. They are given with bundled-sticks against their will instead. They are in dire need of family who could lift them in high spirits We know what we want but not what we need; we want everything comes our way. We hate to see those bits and pieces to disappear in our life. It may possibly friends, fashion, career, technology, investments, properties and dreams. We wish to keep them our whole life, with all our might. We want to be the rabbit to carry on those buckets of unnecessary carrots on one occasion. And that’s when we disregard to set sense of balance of everything in tow. We fail to put ourselves in brightness and so do happiness. We fail to see ourselves as luckier than we thought. We lack contentment. We fail to make grade the splendor of family. My newly written blog is dedicated to Kristine, who believes that writing is the medicine for the lonely. Free your mind, write what you see and write what you feel visit us at PaYag.org - Index For further inquiries kindly email the guilty party koontz@payag.org, koontz_circle@yahoo.com or lolek.montalbo@pmsc.com.ph Note: this is just an excerpt of the writer’s mind, who had an uncontrollable desire to write what’s on his mind, some are fiction and some are real. a copyrighted material, you need author’s permission before you copy and paste this lexis. otherwise i’ll hit you down like a bug! i’m just kidding though.. thank you. Life is not a free ride to enjoy every dashing breeze of existence. Right or wrong, either could bring consequence. We must pay sometimes, by all stinging sticks available. An unpleasant doing will bring you to it without the benefit of considered necessary warnings. And that’s the time when we whine, for we feel to deserve uncalled carrots, peeled and bite-ready—now you’re a rabbit.

This isn’t the distinctive carrot is to reward, stick is to punishment.

Family first, it has been the motto. It’s been the real carrots of our life. They are the strength of character that erects us when deprived. Guide us behind every time we forefront somewhat adversary and undesirable that could send us to a downfall. Look around you; can’t you see the wandering kids along the sidewalk? They seem so lost and needs direction, spent years calling for carrots but been ignored. They are given with bundled-sticks against their will instead. They are in dire need of family who could lift them in high spirits

We know what we want but not what we need; we want everything comes our way. We hate to see those bits and pieces to disappear in our life. It may possibly friends, fashion, career, technology, investments, properties and dreams. We wish to keep them our whole life, with all our might. We want to be the rabbit to carry on those buckets of unnecessary carrots on one occasion. And that’s when we disregard to set sense of balance of everything in tow. We fail to put ourselves in brightness and so do happiness. We fail to see ourselves as luckier than we thought. We lack contentment.

We fail to make grade the splendor of family.

My newly written blog is dedicated to Kristine, who believes that writing is the medicine for the lonely.

Free your mind, write what you see and write what you feel visit us at PaYag.org - Index

For further inquiries kindly email the guilty party koontz@payag.org, koontz_circle@yahoo.com or lolek.montalbo@pmsc.com.ph

Note:
this is just an excerpt of the writer’s mind, who had an uncontrollable desire to write what’s on his mind, some are fiction and some are real. a copyrighted material, you need author’s permission before you
copy and paste this lexis. otherwise i’ll hit you down like a bug! i’m
just kidding though.. thank you. ]]> koontz_circle https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?402-Carrots-and-Sticks https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?400-Chronicles-of-Screwing-%288-seconds-late%21%29 Mon, 08 Jun 2009 11:41:41 GMT From a postponed game against Sweepers at Sacred Heart to practice games at Camp Lapu-Lapu (Lahug) to Ayala with Rickz to Country Mall-meet up with Poloy to Wireless Mandaue to SM. I never anticipated falling my Sunday into a contest of screwing. Sunday screwing. I’ve accompanied Poloy, my friend, at Cebu Trade Hall-SM for a peep on CebuCon 2009 (Cebu Construction Show) where there are scores of participants. Structural, manufacturing and industrial items were put on display, with quick discussions, product demo’s and contests! Yep, you’ve heard me, exactly, contest amid mass of show. Good thing, it won’t make you sweat inside shopping mall. Facilitator: Sir, would you like join our contests? Poloy/Lolek: Unsa nga contest? Facilitator: Screwing contest, all you have to do is infuse five screws in the wood as fast as you can using our power drill (DeWalt). To be the winner, you must be the fastest to screw among contestants.. grand prize winner will receive DeWalt mountain-bike! Poloy/Lolek : That’s exciting, apil mi beh! So, we registered down our names, addresses and contact numbers. Ten contestants in total. Then the competition goes down the wire, among contestants I’m the clear underdog for I wasn’t been into screwing my whole life, not with somebody or something worth screwing, only this time around. It was fun and exhilarating, because beating time is full of thrill! Tap the timer with your left hand, get a grip of the power drill with your right and use left to pick up those screws and implant it in wood then tap the timer again to stop the clock when the last bit is done! The winner? Soundly, everyone is the winner! The fun that entertains us and the DeWalt tees is simply priceless. If only I’m not 8 seconds late to the contestant no. 3, I would have ride DeWalt mountain-bike on my way home to Alcoy. Now, that could make me sweat! What have I learned? Well, the art of screwing, of course. My newly written blog is dedicated to Florebelle, whom good things happen to those around her. Free your mind, write what you see and write what you feel visit us at PaYag.org - Index For further inquiries kindly email the guilty party koontz@payag.org, koontz_circle@yahoo.com or lolek.montalbo@pmsc.com.ph Note: this is just an excerpt of the writer’s mind, who had an uncontrollable desire to write what’s on his mind, some are fiction and some are real. a copyrighted material, you need author’s permission before you copy and paste this lexis. otherwise i’ll hit you down like a bug! i’m just kidding though.. thank you. From a postponed game against Sweepers at Sacred Heart to practice games at Camp Lapu-Lapu (Lahug) to Ayala with Rickz to Country Mall-meet up with Poloy to Wireless Mandaue to SM. I never anticipated falling my Sunday into a contest of screwing.

Sunday screwing.

I’ve accompanied Poloy, my friend, at Cebu Trade Hall-SM for a peep on CebuCon 2009 (Cebu Construction Show) where there are scores of participants. Structural, manufacturing and industrial items were put on display, with quick discussions, product demo’s and contests! Yep, you’ve heard me, exactly, contest amid mass of show. Good thing, it won’t make you sweat inside shopping mall.

Facilitator: Sir, would you like join our contests?

Poloy/Lolek: Unsa nga contest?

Facilitator: Screwing contest, all you have to do is infuse five screws in the wood as fast as you can using our power drill (DeWalt). To be the winner, you must be the fastest to screw among contestants.. grand prize winner will receive DeWalt mountain-bike!

Poloy/Lolek : That’s exciting, apil mi beh!

So, we registered down our names, addresses and contact numbers. Ten contestants in total. Then the competition goes down the wire, among contestants I’m the clear underdog for I wasn’t been into screwing my whole life, not with somebody or something worth screwing, only this time around. It was fun and exhilarating, because beating time is full of thrill!

Tap the timer with your left hand, get a grip of the power drill with your right and use left to pick up those screws and implant it in wood then tap the timer again to stop the clock when the last bit is done!

The winner? Soundly, everyone is the winner! The fun that entertains us and the DeWalt tees is simply priceless. If only I’m not 8 seconds late to the contestant no. 3, I would have ride DeWalt mountain-bike on my way home to Alcoy. Now, that could make me sweat!

What have I learned? Well, the art of screwing, of course.

My newly written blog is dedicated to Florebelle, whom good things happen to those around her.

Free your mind, write what you see and write what you feel visit us at PaYag.org - Index

For further inquiries kindly email the guilty party koontz@payag.org, koontz_circle@yahoo.com or lolek.montalbo@pmsc.com.ph

Note:
this is just an excerpt of the writer’s mind, who had an uncontrollable desire to write what’s on his mind, some are fiction and some are real. a copyrighted material, you need author’s permission before you
copy and paste this lexis. otherwise i’ll hit you down like a bug! i’m
just kidding though.. thank you. ]]> koontz_circle https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?400-Chronicles-of-Screwing-%288-seconds-late%21%29 https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?396-Life-and-me Sun, 07 Jun 2009 12:12:51 GMT The rushing blood of me Traverses through my veins It gives life on me Provides verve to stride through pain I walk with ambition But with less inspiration What’s the cure for this? For this disease of loneliness Been there, been here But nobody seems to care For all the mourning I see no sunrise every morning You have me frozen And I don’t know how to begin again For this path of life I take Could be more like a mistake? My latest blog is for Tom Howard Gomez, of course. Free your mind, write what you see and write what you feel visit us at PaYag.org - Index For further inquiries kindly email the guilty party koontz@payag.org, koontz_circle@yahoo.com or lolek.montalbo@pmsc.com.ph Note: this is just an excerpt of the writer’s mind, who had an uncontrollable desire to write what’s on his mind, some are fiction and some are real. a copyrighted material, you need author’s permission before you copy and paste this lexis. otherwise i’ll hit you down like a bug! i’m just kidding though.. thank you. The rushing blood of me
Traverses through my veins
It gives life on me
Provides verve to stride through pain
I walk with ambition
But with less inspiration
What’s the cure for this?
For this disease of loneliness
Been there, been here
But nobody seems to care
For all the mourning
I see no sunrise every morning
You have me frozen
And I don’t know how to begin again
For this path of life I take
Could be more like a mistake?

My latest blog is for Tom Howard Gomez, of course.

Free your mind, write what you see and write what you feel visit us at PaYag.org - Index

For further inquiries kindly email the guilty party koontz@payag.org, koontz_circle@yahoo.com or lolek.montalbo@pmsc.com.ph

Note:
this is just an excerpt of the writer’s mind, who had an uncontrollable desire to write what’s on his mind, some are fiction and some are real. a copyrighted material, you need author’s permission before you
copy and paste this lexis. otherwise i’ll hit you down like a bug! i’m
just kidding though.. thank you.
]]> koontz_circle https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?396-Life-and-me https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?395-I-d-Come-For-You Sat, 06 Jun 2009 06:23:36 GMT For all those years that seem so gray, we’ve been on respective struggles like a wounded soldier in a distressed situation. I believe in heaven as much as I believe in you, and I’m sorry if I’m too late, sorry if I’m too wicked to you, for I’m jolting on my way up in here while being pulled down by something below.

The very first time I saw you, I sense somewhat distinctive, special and inimitable and full of high regard, somehow. Our time has come but the whole thing appears so unsure, for what I feel is true for what you feel is undecipherable.

I grew so listless, for years, because I’ve been in prison and chained, blinded by emotional mishap and on foot towards wrong direction. Been into the brink of dying and once assumed no hope of surviving.

Until one day, I have these thoughts of you, tons of dedication, miles of inspiration and a mountain-high motivation. I love you for being you and all I want is to be part of you. You gave me life and made me feel alright. Flaunt no doubt to believe in me coz here I am, I’d come for you…

My latest blog is devoted to the one I always think about, whom I believe I can’t live without..

Free your mind, write what you see and write what you feel visit us at PaYag.org - Index

For further inquiries kindly email the guilty party koontz@payag.org, koontz_circle@yahoo.com or lolek.montalbo@pmsc.com.ph

Note:
this is just an excerpt of the writer’s mind, who had an uncontrollable desire to write what's on his mind, some are fiction and some are real. a copyrighted material, you need author’s permission before you
copy and paste this lexis. otherwise i’ll hit you down like a bug! i’m
just kidding though.. thank you.:D ]]> koontz_circle https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?395-I-d-Come-For-You