Birch Treed
By: Iris P. Concepcion

The father, in my realm of consciousness, has created a very apt critique on the health nutrients of milk and I took it hook, line and sinker. They may be anxious, his brilliant clique and all, but now I understood the meaning of his foreboding.

Isn't your child such a magnet? She is quite apprehensive at times. She has seen other penned artisans curiously looking at her and she retreats to what she does best : look in, look back and find the gems as tipped by the brainiacs. At least there are faces to match with the words already and she is an obedient child of the universe who will take all that in her own creative process.

You know me. It takes quite a while for everything to get absorbed, but the extent of words had given me vitality to write, and write more.

Like you, I too had been chased. At least I saw the fireflies, aside from the just "plain" kibitzer chasers.

On my shirt went this line : Precious Hollywood, those who are like me, in some ways, circumnavigating that living theater.

J.S. Hoofrah and Marilyn Strider: I love the incredible trailers done. I laughed my butt off when the caveat came early in the film viewing i.e.: You may be sitting beside a pirate with a camcording. And John Cusack's sister is actually The French Lietenant's wife? Guys, you just do not know the enormous buffer you are doing to me, buffoons you may be but pathetically (I say this in a loving way) way too within the writer's wavelength.