View this post on Instagram It’s all a matter of time. . . . . Additional footages & cover song: credit to the owners. . . . #melbourne #sydney #coronavirus #ctto #mypretzellogic #australia #collage #fuckcovid19 #strongertogether #wewillsurvive #life #covid19 A post shared by Neil (@mypretzellogic) on Aug 3, 2020 at 11:53am PDT
SOMETIMES ALL YOU need to do is close your eyes to see. Now, if I could just keep them closed a little longer. Soon…
I LOVE the rain, but sometimes i miss the su… No. I love the rain. (coming back)
“In the old days, it was not called the Holiday Season; the Christians called it ‘Christmas’ and went to church; the Jews called it ‘Hanukkah’ and went to synagogue; the atheists went to parties and drank. People passing each other on the street would say ‘Merry Christmas!’ or ‘Happy Hanukkah!’ or (to the atheists) ‘Look…
I WAS ON vacation in Boracay Island, Philippines a week before Typhoon Haiyan/Yolanda (widely believed to be the strongest typhoon to ever hit land) damaged it. The good news is that the island was able to recover quickly from the destruction. I took a few photos of the calm before the storm, my first attempt…
Three fast facts about men and their music playlists: 1. You don’t really know a man until you’ve heard his music playlist. 2. Women generally get their mp3s from iTunes, CDs or from friends; men from The Pirate Bay. 3. You can always copy or steal a man’s playlist. But it will never be yours. The…
I been in bed all day and will stay here the whole weekend. I hope you enjoying your weekend too! Come back to bed – John Mayer I want you – Kings Of Leon Big yellow taxi – Counting Crows You are the one that I want – The Lennings You give me something –…
I HAD THE night of my life earlier dancing with blogger friends Ese, Alastair, Yashie, Amber, Daile and Christina, along with a few others. I would like to thank you from the bottom of my heart for having the guts (and the balls, Alastair) to go out of your way just to humor me during…
EVERY BALL player worth his jersey will tell you that, for the entirety of a championship game, the roaring crowd will be reduced to one enveloping, panoramic blur. And from that undulating haze of humanity, he will recognize only one face — that of his father. (missing you)
“Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I’m gazing at a distant star. It’s dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago. Maybe the star doesn’t even exist anymore. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.” — H. Murakami
I love to share music with others and Im always curious to hear people`s music style and this subject is something I can talk about for hours. One of my favorite music genre is rap. Chiddy Bang, Wiz Kahlifa, Drake, Kanye West, Jay-Z, Bone Thugs n Harmony, Warren G and Tupac is some of my…
IT IS official. I have forgotten how to write. It didn’t take more than a sentence to know that I won’t be getting anywhere. My thoughts could no longer command these brittle fingers to pry themselves open. Perhaps they have gotten so accustomed to wielding a pen that jabbing at a Chiclet keyboard seems so…
Originally posted on My Pretzel Logic:
Three years ago, I stumbled upon this brilliant poem. Written by a relative unknown, it’s breathtaking imagery lingered long enough that it became the inspiration for “For Loss of Words (Sit Beside Me Still).” Light Years and Love Lost in the Oleanders By Alane Rollings Does my voice reach…
“You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place, you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.” — Azar Nafisi, Reading Lolita in Tehran ———————————————————————- “Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go…
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I am in love with the irrevocable scars of sin that burn burn burn blue into your skull. I am so transfixed with the way your ribs tangle into each other when the laughter burns through you and you have no choice but to let it out. I am perplexed by…
“What I need is a goddamn miracle and my cigarette is my burning bush.” — NGT, “Sophia” CIGARETTE SMOKERS are a curious breed. Try asking five smokers a peso and they’d tell you they don’t have change. Bum a stick and at least four will hand you their cigarette packs with lighters in tow. Roll your…
OKAY, NOW I don’t see the need to post a Friday Five music video entry every Friday. Otherwise, My Pretzel Logic will start looking like a music video blog, especially in times when I decide to take a short blogging hiatus (like what I had this week). Maybe every other Friday or every first Friday…
BEFORE ANYTHING, my sincere apologies to friends who recently nominated me for blog awards. I have been known to “hibernate” from writing from time to time and the idea of settling down my thinking chair to prepare the formalities in receiving and passing on 4 award nominations didn’t help speed things up. But don’t get…
a solitary chord a floating sound a quiet sunday afternoon a green patch of grass a tamarind tree a hammock of slumber a waking boy a listening ear a longing heart a flick of the wrist a strum of the guitar a reluctant song a rising arpeggio a perfect octave a muted key a pause…
THERE IS nothing sexier, believe me, than a woman cooking dinner wearing high heels. (nothing!)
SOME PEOPLE can’t write and paint their flats at the same time. I’m one of them. (but soon…) artwork credit: “We Who See,’ mixed media, by Maranda Pleasant.
I. Fear is working in the office late at night and seeing this message written on the toilet mirror… II. Fear is working in the office late at night and seeing this message written on the toilet mirror… …then hearing a gravelly voice from one of the cubicles whisper: “That’s right, dude. Now would…
I WAS ABOUT to turn in the other night when I received a lovely comment from The Audacious Amateur Blogger or “J” – not her real name – of the delectably irreverent I am an Afterschool Special nominating me for the Reader Appreciation Award. My reaction was that of pleasant surprise. J just made my…
“Overwhelmed” is an understatement. As often the case, words diminish what I truly feel in light of two nominations yesterday for the Very Inspiring Blogger Award from two outstanding and more deserving blogs namely, reconstructingchristina and Single Again, and the admirable ladies behind them. Thank you both! You see, the award is all about inspiration. …
AS FIREWORKS light the horizon tonight, somewhere in the world, somebody just like me will be opening a bottle of Chardonnay to say goodbye to the passing year. He will air it a bit, shake a little, sniff a little, and then bribe it with recurring promises he can never keep. But tonight is unlike…
DESPITE THE effeminate title, no, Pretzel Logic had not crossed the other side of the gender fence! :) I just wanted you to know that Annie Walden, who made a cameo appearance in my What it Means video, recently interviewed me at her fascinating style blog, Makeup and Jeans. Again, no, I was not interviewed…
I THINK IT was on one of those austere days in August around 5 years ago when I received a cryptic e-mail from an anonymous source. The mail contained a single quote (which I am posting here), nothing else. No covering note, no name, no forward address except for the source’s e-mail add: davidsmurts@yahoo.com. Curiosity…
(Repost from Multiply) I WILL BE traveling a lot these next few weeks so I can look forward to catching up on my reading. I have read only 3 books in the last quarter — Cormac McCarthy’s The Road, Martha Grimes’ Foul Matter and Charles Baxter’s The Feast of Love. Of the three, only McCarthy’s…
I REMEMBER BEING THE third to the last passenger to disembark the 19-seater plane that landed that afternoon on the private airstrip of Pamalican Island, somewhere northeast of Palawan, Philippines where the world-famous resort of Amanpulo is located. The other passengers ahead of me in their skimpy shorts and Hawaiian shirts lugged their heavy bags…
MY FATE WAS SEALED the moment the Chairman paused midway the narrow stairs going up his newly-acquired Bombardier Challenger 850 jet, turned back to wave at me and shouted over the din of the turbofan jet engines, his thin mustache moving up and down as he spoke: “Neil, can you come up for just a…
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