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.