The Vexed Day.

Today is the first time I've blown up at anyone in ages. I felt thoroughly vindicated by virtue of being totally correct and having the other person acknowledge it. Suffice to say, my verbal outburst did not stem from mere anger but also the hurt that accompanied it. Furthermore, I did not lose my temper but meant every word I said. I find it ironic that on occasion, we say caustic things and commit hurtful acts to people we care about since we've their interest at heart/mind. The common justification for doing so is to retaliate against the other's defaulting behavior. It is especially difficult to apologize in such situations, notwithstanding that that might just be the way through. Hence, many wounds are left open or poorly stitched. As mentioned earlier, this move has brought me immediate vindicative relief but I suppose this tenuous victory may become increasingly insignificant to me with time. Life has taught me that anguish eventually kicks in. This is because sometimes when we hurt others, we end up hurting ourselves double time, particularly if you care for him/her. Very aptly, c'est la vie and peace-out amigos.
-Kenneth Wong

Do you hear what I hear?

You might just be able to hear it if you try really hard. Like a whisper, lost in the wind. The sweet pealing coming from afar. Pleasing the ear with its dulcet tones. A herald of joyous times. Do you hear what I hear?

-Luke

Kotton Fields

Hola amigos, I just discovered that 'cuando yo era jovencito' is the spanish equivalent of kotton fields. I just got the version by Ramon Ayala and I'm already a big fan! Go check it out man. Nevertheless, I still prefer my rendition at ladyhill. *Ha-Ha*
-Ken the Kountry-man