Ishi Global
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| Gender | Male |
|---|---|
| Industry | Student |
| Occupation | Student |
| Location | Manila, Metro Manila, Philippines |
| Introduction | Imagine looking to the gentleness and severity of the soul-nurturing place. Picture for me something like a delicate balance, that is me. In this heart is a wound. warm and gentle touch, it needs. fragrance will soon come to mend you. revive, your radiant smile, revive. you are the potion flowing the stream midst that fertile meadow. where butterflies will roam. a drop of tear more salty than the ocean's, shall you be shed again, not your current shall stray this heart. dusty rose, the dew is near to wash you back to serene highness. I want to see the deepest ocean with its mysteries glowing in the murky and most sacred bosom. Oh, butterflies Should you stay on my heart, hush whispers of you, I will hear. your colors shall engulf this frozen heart. flames within will forever last to keep ones company warm. beating drum is my heart and your grace dances within. to the moon we shall go. to the moon, to the moon! stars caressing us, you see? the night will near its dawn. |
| Interests | reads books and magazines; watches television programs, movies, and documentaries; and surf the net. Usually about general information, business, technology, arts, and sciences. |
| Favorite movies | historycal, inspirational, non-violent. the river runs through it-we love completely without understanding completely. I feel like seeing the things that I often neglect in ordinary times. By this, it makes me grow, understanding how to view the world around me in different perspectives as the actors act, as the stories unfold as the audience cry. This gives me long thoughts to think, delicate feelings to feel, and sweet life to live. |
| Favorite music | anything that sounds good. san man patungo by parokya ni edgar...I am in search for a voice which had endured so much pain yet still standing and facing the fears head on. Hearing the cords of surviving and being alive makes me celebrate that I am a human and I live to feel alive then tell others that they are alive. I am longing for the beat to the drums which rushes my blood and making me warm giving others a sweet warm smile. I am the music that I hear and the music that I hear is me. |
| Favorite books | psychoanalytical, arts and culture related, novels. The translation of the book written by Niccolo Machiavelli which is entitled THE PRINCE adds more flavor to my taste. ONE THOUSAND CHESTNUT TREES: A KOREAN NOVEL |