Monday, December 7, 2009


Words are spreading like a disease,
a mountain of emotions amounts to large doses
of admiration, of appreciation.
On the contrary, little mud pits that block the way
like manure left by stray dogs,
like spit discharged by street mongers,
laying and lying in your body's face,
are obvious signs of unwarranted espionage.
Yet, the senses are blinded, nonexistent
to the point of deviating, to evict the crime.
Ending up being a cold-blooded victim
of senseless hallucination, of deception.

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Rush Hour

1:40 AM

The evening runs like a wind, a ski in a slope,
the head feels a sensation, hair dancing in the sea of air,
images blaze like pictures in marathon, trailing the omniscient darkness,
as the solitude is being pursued, the mind is being perused,
by the traces of destiny, sounding like heart beats,
ants marching, pulsating in every vein,
trailing the sea of cement, following every note.
The train dance still moves on, would carry on.

Monday, November 30, 2009

How Hi-Ro Saved my Life?

It has been almost every single day that I sleep ultra late. Without any puns whatsoever, I really got into the habit by simply being so eager to write about anything in this exact blog. As of the moment, the exact time is 2:17 AM. I'm not joking, and I have a class the next day that would begin at 7:30 AM. So, I pretty much have 4 hours to sleep with all the personal hygiene adjustments foreshadowed.

Yes, I have always considered myself as a busy person. But, the thought of being busy in itself late at night makes me want to always do something else (not sleeping, of course). In effect, I would resort to brainstorm anything under the sun to be featured in my blog. I would actually be a little restless if I haven't produced a blog entry almost every internet session. I would always marvel and stare at the blank blog canvass. Full expression in words, indeed, takes some degree of time due to the probable readers that might invest some precious minutes reading my article, reading me.

Luckily, with all these cerebral agitations, I always make sure during my rest times to grab a pack of Hi-Ro cookies from Fibisco (free publicity!). Though it might look and taste as a direct rip-off of Oreo (take note of the rhyme!), I certainly recommend it to those who are searching for something non-caffeine containing to keep them awake at night. Hi-Ro would certainly fill your stomachs out with a certain quantity of sugar that makes the bodily hormones excited to a certain degree enabling your eyes to open up in the middle of painstaking encoding. Hi-Ro will give you a much needed push to make you feel more self-assured or confident in whatever it is that you are doing with the PC. Hi-Ro fills your stomach with sweetness that would certainly embrace satisfaction.

Okay, enough advertising. All i wanted to say here is that chocolates (or impressions of them) can stimulate brain activity even in the day's ultraelectromagnetic wee hours. This tip can save your life especially if you are procrastinating for a paper that will make you say "it's now or never".

There will be no choice. The time will be now.

Besides, if you have nothing to do, just please sleep.

P.S. Okay, don't you dare click on that white F logo with a blue background!

Monday, October 12, 2009

Ellipsis Lines

Here I am, mindless, as I write this.

Random moments come and go not in pieces of great significance. Moments seem to not falter in shape, in the state of isolation. Being alone doesn't necessarily mean you are away from the world. You are trying to get inside, really inside...

Here are some poetic lines that I have excavated in my mobile phone written in the midst of the stillness of jeepney journeys (or so I thought):


Larawan ka ng aking tungkulin,
Huwag mo nawang lisanin,
Mahirap balikan at kamtin,
Ang pusong noo'y naging akin.


Simoy ng mga malaya,
Hinagip ng tadhana,
Naging tuwirang babala,
Sa mga naglilipanang pinsala.


Waiting in line,
takes one hell of a time,
incomparable to drinking booze
added with lime,
when the innards get the loose and commotions,
By momentous proportions,
the watchful dogs desecrates from the lime,
as I try to contemplate on this sick, old rhyme.

The next one is the blog version of a freely flowing type.


Nagbago na ang fate ng iba,
bakit ikaw hindi pa?
Pinalitan mo na ba ang status mo?
Bakit ang pagiging online mo bigla
parang nagtatagong anino?

Madalas kang mag-post dati,
langgam sa dami,

Madalas kang mag-blog dati,
damo sa dami,

Nakaririndi. Nakabibingi.

Nakangingiti. Nakakikilig.

Rindi. Bingi. Ngiti. Kilig.

Mixed emotions.

Mahirap kasi na pinagpalit ka na sa mukhang libro.
Mahirap kung wala nang nagbabasa sa iyo.

Divorced. Rejected. Incarcerated sa sariling mundo.

Pero, narito pa rin ako't nagbibigay ng

Rindi. Bingi. Ngiti. Kilig.

Sa mga taong nagtitiyaga pa ring magmasid, sumulyap.

Sa buong whole wide universe.

Miss ka na,


Monday, August 24, 2009

Blank Canvass

This post is definitely what one has to add on.

If Multiply is a freedom wall, may this entry be the start of it.

copyright 2009

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Dripping Vibrations

The silence envelops the surroundings as miniature drops trickle from a partially closed faucet. Deafening as it may seem, emotions that move like butterflies from one fragment of my being after another, smothering all the visual abstractions. Abstractions, that insatiably consumes one's identity.

Midget fireflies went around the glaring, deceiving light that serves as a lustful, heavenly sight for the ones with a blinded mind from the digital plight. As I stare closely at the circular shining saber habitat, my vision was blurred by black and white squares reversing its silent cadence like the visual manifestation of echoes, Like the signing off of a television program. Like the end of the perceived illusion of time.

Instantaneously, random reflections like clouds in the sky circulated my view as though words came rushing in huge numbers constantly circumnavigating my rigid eyes' planetariums of vision. Persistent voices of questions seem to blow through as shouts and screams unrelenting in my already deafened ears even though the prevailing feeling was reversed in tide.

Suddenly, the old man of soul said, "Come hither to the bed, make thy self slumber."

With the cellular phone adjusted to the right alarm settings, I looked back at the computer, blinked, and decided to sleep.

3:40 AM

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

It's Never Too Late to Share

As idle my profiles are in other social networking sites (that makes me feel so stressed maintaining them), i just thought that maybe I could just dedicate this post to all the people who are still viewing me through this blog in Multiply (hate it when cross-posting gets really buggy).

It's time for the USS (or the Ultimate Sharing Session version 1.0).

I. Most Inspiring Movie Quotes of All Time

No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world.
- John Keating, Dead Poets' Society

Sucking the marrow out of life doesn't mean choking on the bone
- John Keating, Dead Poets' Society

There's a time for daring and there's a time for caution, and a wise man understands which is called for.
- John Keating, Dead Poets' Society

They're not that different from you, are they? Same haircuts. Full of hormones, just like you. Invincible, just like you feel. The world is their oyster. They believe they're destined for great things, just like many of you, their eyes are full of hope, just like you. Did they wait until it was too late to make from their lives even one iota of what they were capable? Because, you see gentlemen, these boys are now fertilizing daffodils. But if you listen real close, you can hear them whisper their legacy to you. Go on, lean in. Listen, you hear it? - - Carpe - - hear it? - - Carpe, carpe diem, seize the day boys, make your lives extraordinary.
- John Keating, Dead Poets' Society

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It's not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others. - Timo Cruz, Coach Carter

Great ambition and conquest without contribution is without significance. What will your contribution be? How will history remember you? - William Hundert, The Emperor's Club

The worth of a life is not determined by a single failure or a solitary success.
- William Hundert, The Emperor's Club

I'll be back. Hasta la vista, Baby.
- The Terminator, Terminator

II. Insight learned in an Internet Session the same time as writing this Blog

8+8+8. Take eight seconds to draw the breath through your nose, eight seconds to hold the breath and eight seconds to exhale.

III. Top 10 most Listened Tunes in my iPod

10. Porcelain, Moby

9. Knocks you Down, Keri Hilson

8. No Surprise, Daughtry

7. Be on You, Ne-Yo featuring Florida

6. The Search is Over, Jed Madela

5. The Climb (Male Version), Ahmir

4. Take a Bow (Male Version), Ne-Yo

3. When you Look Me in the Eyes (Male Version), Ahmir

2. Before I Let You Go, Freestyle

1. Promise Me, Lea Salonga

Music is total relaxation guaranteed.

IV. Books Being Read All at the Same Time Right Now

1. A Short History of Nearly Everything by Bill Bryson

2. Built to Last by Dr. Jim Collins

3. Tutubi, Tutubi, Huwag kang Magpahuli sa Mamang Salbahe by Jun Cruz Reyes

4. Poetika, Pulitika by Dr. Bienvenido Lumbera

5. Engineering Economy by Luxhoj and Wicks

V. Last 5 Movies Watched

1. G.I. Joe: Rise of the Cobra

2. Last Supper Number 3

3. Kodokara Sodo (Kid Commotion)

4. Bayaw

5. Cinemalaya Shorts B

-end of the USS version 1.0-

Monday, August 3, 2009

A Word on the Limping, Handicapped Ones

One friend of mine from another territory asked me to write some lines of poetry for her relative who is in 4th grade. Without any scratches (in the context of paper), here are my musings for the incapacitated:

Standing with a Foot on the Ground

As the morning sun blinks,
my slumber eyes wink,
as I stare at the canvass ceiling,
painting a new beginning.

Getting my wooden cane,
facing seemingly endless lanes,
still ever blazing my story,
in my one limb glory.

Words, dreams, thoughts, agitations,
Written and inscribed in battalions,
As I make every indelible mark,
the siren of impression speaks in a hark.

As the evening moon winks,
my awake eyes blink,
as I gaze at the charcoal ceiling,
creating a perfect ending.

(end of poem)

Now, everyone shall see the light.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Typing Maniac

With much fascination, I have always wanted to type without even looking at the keyboard. For ten long years, I have been waiting for some generous souls to teach me how to touch type. Even though I finished the Typing Apocalypse Flash game in just one attempt, the factor for success was how I memorized the phrases to be typed knowing that I would be setting my visions again to the QWERTY letters.

Every now and then, in finishing reports and projects in front of the computer boob tube, my neck would always be in constant, throbbing pain. Like a day dream, I know that this will disappear in the middle of my slumber (after the dreary, painstaking computer session). But, since it has been a regular occurrence, I want this chain to be broken once and for all.

Hopefully, by playing more of such typing games, I would now learn how to touch type.

Not mistaking my cellphone keys for the keyboard buttons.

The mania commences...

Paper Bundles and Eaten Toblerone Bars

Research shows that chocolate (or any other food in that makes a significant tickle of sweetness in your taste buds) stimulate brain activity. Indeed, this might sound true as proven in the middle of a Know-It-All Facebook session. For the past few days, after all the paper load that I have to do for the next day (of a specific day), I would usually sneak out a small tempting bar of Snickers and Toblerone out of the ice box and at the same time, answer several trivia quizzes in the said Facebook application. By the way, the gratuitous amount of chocolate was given to us, the chocolate fiends, by our equally chocolate-loving, guilty pleasure-inducing balikbayans from the London Bridge. If not for them, I would have not earned my Junior Brainiac status.

From American Idol to Jacky Chan movies, from Asian Food to a decade's worth of children follies, I've keyboard-mashingly (from numbers 1 to 5) tried my best to beat the competition especially with the people I know who are highly knowledgeable and ultra addicted to a specific category (like Pixar movies and Star Wars) making one chamba answer after another. I despair every moment I receive a SORRY! note, and jubilantly jump out of the computer chair (and sometimes, shout on the top of my voice disturbing my Indian neighbors) whenever I make a correct reply.

Like Archimedes in his discovery of the water displacement theory, I finally found the Facebook application that will be worth eating chocolate for and will be relaxing from making the paper bundles organized for.

At least, I've been incredibly lubricating my neurotic senses despite all the disturbances and inconveniences that I've been causing my dozing off (and sometimes, feces-reducing neighborhood cats).

But, speaking of electricity...

...ah, there's the rub.

Now, back to the boxed social reality.

Friday, April 3, 2009

Tulang Tsuper

Habang nakasakay ako't sumisilay sa labas ng jeep patungong Cubao, napagtanto ko na magsulat kahit sandali ng isang maikling akda sa aking napagmamalupitang selepono. Sa gitna ng mala-hanging pagtalampas ng jeep sa kanyang dinadaanan na parang wala nang bukas, nagsulat ako tungkol sa sa kanya. Ito'y pinamagatan kong: 


Tara na, 
sa jeep ng mga nasasakdal.

Bawat sigaw ng mamang barker,
rehas sa katahimikan, 

Instrumento ng kaganyakan,
berso ng modernong kundiman.

Pinalitan na ang busina't musika;

Saysay na nalabi na lang;

Sa mga parang at paglaan,
ng mga halimaw na daan.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Distant Histories

According to Bill Bryson in his book " A Short History of Nearly Everything", biologically habitable planets that exist in another galaxy might have devised a powerful telescope enough to see our world 200 years ago. Since we are approximately 200 light years away from them, they might see us as people still battling Napoleon in the French Revolution. Or, in the Philippine setting, they might view the rage-filled and intoxicated guerilla men fighting the studded galleons of the Spaniards. The period of an industrialized world at war, as many would say.

This might serve as a true manifestation of Einstein's theory of relativity, but many humanists might believe that this conception of moving time and space can lead to certain doubts about not including this discovery in the process of retracing history. Speaking of history, since it is conceptualized out of human standards, the margin of error in using time as a quantifiable gauge in measuring a period scale may increase as the number of discoveries of the alternate universe increases since the otherworldly concept of time reverses the movement of "human history".

This might lead to another set of histories yet to be created in the new time standards using the new terrestrial plane as its reference point. This would make the term "pockets of time" true in a more universal way.

Anyway, this is just a little reflection on the Kepler mission. Comments are welcome for further discussion.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

{Experiment}al {Poet}ry

Here is a poem conceived out of a workshop activity transforming what was once an essay snippet into poetic writing. This is based on the article titled (Untitled) by Richard Jacob Dy from the Philippine Collegian Editorial Examination 2009. 

KuEd School of Thought

Katuwang, turismo, 
hihikayatin, isasangkot,
mitong kultura,
Pagpasok ng turista.

ng sariling kaalaman,
anyo ng proyekto,
bansang malayo.

sangay, sa edukasyon,
sa pagpapalaganap,
kanyang kasaysayan.

sa pinakamababang antas,
hanggang masilayan, 
edukasyong pantas.

Pinakamababang kultura
pagpapalaganap, hihikayatin.

Pinakamababang kultura,
Pagpapalaganap, edukasyon.

Kultura, pagpapalaganap;
pinakamababang edukasyon,

Note: The abstractions were created and based on the actual essay text.

Monday, March 2, 2009

Enough Politics: The Drama Unfolds Here, Part 10

Does politics consume the true agenda of  pressuposed nation's liberty? Can you say preoccupied to a person held by the iron grip of politics? Does it even entail a choice for one to be subjected into the political arena or unconciously everyone eventually gets involved in it? 

Definitely, politics is almost always given the opportunity to consummate our keen intellect whenever we make a stand. Sometimes, possibilities of earth-shaking proportions gets into our view whenever we ride along the momentum of this type/s of discourse.  

Below is a collection of neoliberal political proverbs sent by a friend from a university in France: 

(Please take note of the ironies and metaphors. They may indeed burn like a blazing hot flat iron in your self-thought.) 

1. In my many years I have come to a conclusion that one useless man is a shame, two is a law firm and three or more is a congress.
-- John Adams

2. If you don't read the newspaper you are uninformed, if you do read the newspaper you are misinformed.
-- Mark Twain

3. Suppose you were an idiot. And suppose you were a member of Congress. But then I repeat myself.
-- Mark Twain

4. I contend that for a nation to try to tax itself into prosperity is like a man standing in a bucket and trying to lift himself up by the handle ..
-- Winston Churchill

5. A government which robs Peter to pay Paul can always depend on the support of Paul.

-- George Bernard Shaw

6. A liberal is someone who feels a great debt to his fellow man, which debt he proposes to pay off with your money.
-- G. Gordon Liddy

7. Democracy must be something more than two wolves and a sheep voting on what to have for dinner.
-- James Bovard, Civil Libertarian (1994)

Foreign aid might be defined as a transfer of money from 
poor people in rich countries to rich people in poor countries.
-- Douglas Casey, Classmate of Bill Clinton at Georgetown University

9. Giving money and power to government is like giving whiskey and car keys to teenage boys.
-- P.J. O'Rourke, Civil Libertarian

10. Government is the great fiction, through which everybody endeavors to live at the expense of everybody else.
-- Frederic Bastiat, French Economist (1801-1850)

11. Government's view of the economy could be summed up in a few short phrases: If it moves, tax it. If it keeps moving, regulate it. And if it stops moving, subsidize it.
-- Ronald Reagan (1986)

12. I don't make jokes. I just watch the government and report the facts.
-- Will Rogers

13. If you think health care is expensive now, wait until you see what it costs when it's free!
-- P.J. O'Rourke

14. In general, the art of government consists of taking as much money as possible from one party of the citizens to give to the other.
-- Voltaire (1764)

15. Just because you do not take an interest in politics doesn't mean politics won't take an interest in you!
-- Pericles (430 B.C.)

16. No man's life, liberty, or property is safe while the legislature is in session.
-- Mark Twain (1866)

17. Talk is cheap...except when Congress does it.
-- Anonymous

18. The government is like a baby's alimentary canal, with a happy appetite at one end and no responsibility at the other.
Ronald Reagan

19. The inherent vice of capitalism is the unequal sharing of the blessings. The inherent blessing of socialism is the equal sharing of misery.
-- Winston Churchill

20. The only difference between a tax man and a taxidermist is that the taxidermist leaves the skin.
-- Mark Twain

21. The ultimate result of shielding men from the effects of folly is to fill the world with fools.
Herbert Spencer, English Philosopher (1820-1903)

22. There is no distinctly native American criminal Congress.
-- Mark Twain

23. What this country needs are more unemployed politicians.

-- Edward Langley, Artist (1928-1995)

24. A government big enough to give you everything you want, is strong enough to take everything you have.
-- Thomas Jefferson

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

A Student's Untimely Farewell

Amiel Alcantara. I will never forget that name. Upon receiving a message regarding the tragic incident, I knew deep inside that I've not just tragically lost a student, but also a driving force in my journey as a teacher. With his brotherly praises and greetings filled with tremendous joy and unforgettable laughter, as unmagnanimous destiny was for him, no one would not feel a certain stop in the beating of one's heart in sadness and hatred (for the dreams that will never be fulfilled, for the visions that will never be conceived). 
As I've read his parent's appeal for prayer, surely, I believe this is the best gift that I can give and share all for him in this moment.  

Humihingi kami ng mga dasal niyo para sa kaluluwa ni Amiel Alcantara. Siya ay nasa ikaapat na baitang at mag-aaral ng Mababang Paaralan ng Ateneo de manila. Kanina lamang, siya'y naipit ng dalawang kotse sa may dismissal/waiting area, oras ng kanilang uwian. Kinailangan pa siyang hugutin mula sa ibaba ng kotse upang maialis siya sa pagkaipit. Maraming dugo ang nakita sa pinangyarihan ng insidente. Naisugod pa siya sa ospital ngunit hindi rin nagtagal at siya'y pumanaw. Nawa'y ipagdasal niyo ang kanyang kaluluwa at ang kanyang pamilya. Pakipasa ang mensaheng ito sa iba. Maraming salamat po.

I am offering my condolences to his family especially to his brother Avie who is also one of my students. 

Godspeed, Amiel. 

Friday, February 6, 2009

Who is Mr. Common Sense?

Do we really make sense or do our senses make us?

This is a rather paradoxical question to ask, yet a very obvious one. So obvious that no one, even the philosophers, ever asked it because all statements made will nullify itself; since what had been thought in the duration of thinking shall make a contradiction to the act of thinking itself (if it is, in the first place, a valid act to one's perception).

Anyway, here's an attempt by a writer (this was sent to me by a friend) to make a forecast or to paint a not-so-distant reality of the death of common sense.

Leave a comment below if you have spurts of statements to let go off your mouth's leash.

If there's none, just enjoy and view his sense about the (global) common sense.

Obituary: Mr.
Common Sense

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.

He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:

Knowing when to come in out of the rain; Why the early bird gets the worm; Life isn't always fair; and maybe it was my fault.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).

His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.

It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an Aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.

Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents, Truth and Trust, by his wife, Discretion, by his daughter, Responsibility, and by his son, Reason.

He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers;

I Know My Rights

I Want It Now

Someone Else Is To Blame

I'm A Victim

Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone.

Saturday, January 31, 2009

Chorros de la poesia (spurts of poetry)


When I went to my former alma mater's (high school) annual fair, some inescapable force compelled me to come in terms with my former organization by attending its acoustic, open mic poetry event. To my surprise, the current members are still actively participating in the arts scene within the campus. One even had produced an album now circulating in the local music market.

Then, as far as their brand of poetry is concerned, they still ROCK (whatever that means...).

Anyway, as an alumni, I was also compelled to read some poemas. Since I wasn't prepared, I had to make two poem-lings for 15 minutes before the presentation. Below are the said poem-lings:

The Reunion

I've longed to stare at the long
terrace of thoughts,
of memories, of illusions,

I've sought to tread the transparent path,
full of reversed hopes.

Only it will rest,
in the source of my rays,
from the beacon of combined matches,
held by the ironies of days.


I want to dispose of millions,
and millions of eyes,

not parallel with their visions,

just looking at directions,

only will they come back
to my afflictions,

my desperation.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Seriously Kidding

Are jokes half-meant?

As many people would say, jokes are still statements made by one to address a trait or a circumstance passed to another. Statements, per se, requires thought value in the part of the speaker before being uttered. As a matter of fact, thinking is synonymous to relating one thought pattern to another using the means of connotation or denotation when another person is seen in the release of statements. You might say that such statements can be impulsive, yet, as rational beings, we can think in a matter of millions every single second. So, there is no such thing as a joke not well thought of.

The fact that a statement has undergone a rigorous filtering in the part of the person before being finally said means, in a way, that person meant to say the “joke” thought to another.

Why would one relate that “fact” in the “joke” if one does not actually “mean” it?

In conclusion, the joke has a degree of truth value with the intentions being expressed through a statement to another person.

A joke is not entirely a joke.


...just kidding

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Better Be Happy to Be Better

Here are some tips that  I got from a friend, 
simple words, simple phrases,
thoughts that ripple without end,
through eons, through ages.

Tips for a Better Life

1. Take a 10-30 minutes walk every day. And while you walk, smile.\

2. Sit in silence for at least 10 minutes each day.

3. Sleep for 7 hours.

4. Live with the 3 E's -- Energy, Enthusiasm, and Empathy.

5. Play more games.

6. Read more books than you did the previous year.

7. Make time to practice meditation, yoga, and prayer. They provide us with daily fuel
      for our busy lives.

8. Spend time with people over the age of 70 & under the age of 6.

9. Dream more while you are awake.

10. Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and eat less food that is manufactured           in plants.

11. Drink plenty of water.

12. Try to make at least three people smile each day.

13. Don't waste your precious energy on gossip.

14. Forget issues of the past. Don't remind your partner with his/her mistakes of the
        past. That will ruin your present happiness.

15. Don't have negative thoughts or things you cannot control. Instead invest your          
        energy in the positive present moment.

16. Realize that life is a school and you are here to learn. Problems are simply part of the        curriculum that appear and fade away like algebra class but the lessons you learn        
       will last a lifetime.

17. Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and dinner like a beggar.

18. Smile and laugh more.

19. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone. Don't hate others.

20. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.

21. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.

22. Make peace with your past so it won't spoil the present.

23. Don't compare your life to others'. You have no idea what their journey is all about.
        Don't compare your partner with others.

24. No one is in charge of your happiness except you.

25. Forgive everyone for everything.

26. What other people think of you is none of your business.

27. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.

28. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends will. Stay in touch.

29. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.

30. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.

31. The best is yet to come.

32. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.

33. Do the right thing!

34. Call your family often.

35. Your inner most is always happy. So be happy.

36. Each day give something good to others.

37. Don't over do. Keep your limits.

38. Show this message to someone else. 

Now, it's time to be fruitful and to (always visit) multiply.  

Sunday, January 18, 2009

The Back Story

I'm back..

Now, here is something different, something personal (out of the profound stuff):

New Year

It's nice to be back in the front side of the new year. With the rain hitting the airwaves of supposedly sent text messages, no wonder people get less new year messages this time including my black as emo phone. Instead of watching Picasso-painted fireworks, I had already found contentment in watching TV specials with the digital countdown running onscreen and famous people do their fabulous vaudeville acts onstage. In addition to that, while looking at the occasional news breaks, I saw a lot of national structures being covered with smoke and a palette of colors because they are subjected to excessive usage in fireworks display (for global publicity perhaps).

Kid 1: Weee, the London Eye is exploding with stars.

Kid 2: Yes, the Taipei 101 too, with other buildings.

Kid 3: Wait, until you see, the Taj, it's really burning.

Truly, it has been an explosive, water-drenched new year.

First Weeks

It has been a blazing three weeks of January. Here are the reasons:

- my uncle's untimely death due to a liver disease (+ RIP +)
- the recently concluded UP CAPES Job Fair
- the research work for a competition (management study/scientific research)
- the upcoming SCI-PHI convention
- IE 22 project
- Obama's inauguration
- spell R-E-C-E-S-S-I-O-N
- mediocre American Idol auditionees (oh, man!)
- etcetera

So, buckle up for the future, my friend, because 2009 will be a year to be cherished yet again.

God bless :)