Bears anyone?

hehehe...still think bein a bear is bad??

Penguins

Scotland

I couldn't resist this blog tonight.

Scotland, the place of my dreams....my escape from banality, anger and other mundane details of life...beautiful Scotland...

Scotland

So far I travel to escape my pain and fears,

so eager am I to reach that final destination,

the journey there takes but a few seconds..

all I do is close my eyes and dream.....

-Angela Archana Vincent

Apologies

Why are apologies so difficult? I am absolutely horrible at apologizing, and I'm talking deep-down-Im-sorry kinda apologies which I reserve for my family and very close friends. The daily humdrum Im sorry's spill out without a momentt's notice and it doesnt affect me at all. But when I do something really stupid, and my family knows what I'm talking about, I cannot apologise. I do not know how to apologise gracefully, when I'm the one trying to make the apology. I have a zillion ideas for a good apology, when someone else has to do it. When that person is moi, I draw a blank.

Anyway, the purpose of all that humdrum is to apologize - in public with all humility (kinda - don't overdo it though, this is a once-in-a-lifetime thing with me, so enjoy it while it lasts) - to my family whom I yell at, throw hissyfits, be moody, sullen, erratic (I think that's enough humility for one day) and so on, for brief moments before the clarity of my usual self regains prominence :):)..For all those moments, and many more which I will not mention, I..aah..umm..ahh......I'm sorry :)

General....

My blogs express my thoughts and opinions more than anything else. I am not political or part of any moral crusade. I write about what I think, and the freedom to do so, I'm very glad about. Tonight, I am not in the mood to write much, so I'll sign off with a few old words of mine.

If nobody knew what happened to you, except the person who victimized you, how would it be? The unknown one is my tribute hoping nobody suffers such a fate:

The Unknown One

Blood drips from the stones
Spreading in an ever-widening pool
Stickily it dries on wounded bones
As the evening turns cool

The hatchet turns rusty brown
As he walks away from the scene
The echoing cries die down
As the blood seeps into the grass green

The shovel thuds against rock
As he digs into the brown earth
Time ticks away on his clock
As he races against time dearth

Green turns brown
As blood and earth mix together
He throws the shovel down
Hurrying as he notices the raw weather

Rain pounds down
Washing away the drying blood
He looks up at the sky with a frown
Even as he drags her body through the mud.

He pushes her into the pit
And starts closing the grave
The skies crumble and split
Thunder and rain, mourning the brave.

The earth welcomes her into its fraternity
Precious against the world she shuns
She lies there for all eternity
Unknown to all but one!

By

Angela Archana Vincent

Judgement and Experience

Good judgement comes from experience, experience comes from bad judgement.

- Mark Twain

Canada Day

In 2005, I officially became a Canadian Citizen, but this country means more to me for a lot longer than that. It's were I identified my faults, my dreams, my abilities and my life. So, today - July 1st - Canada Day - means a lot to me, and to many other Canadians - natives, immigrants, permanent residents, refugees and assorted other members of our very multi-cultural community.

Happy Canada Day to everyone who reads this!