This post is definitely what one has to add on.
If Multiply is a freedom wall, may this entry be the start of it.
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Monday, August 24, 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
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-
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.
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...
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.
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:
Jeepney
Tara na,
sa jeep ng mga nasasakdal.
Bawat sigaw ng mamang barker,
rehas sa katahimikan,
ninuman.
Instrumento ng kaganyakan,
berso ng modernong kundiman.
Pinalitan na ang busina't musika;
naghahampasan.
Saysay na nalabi na lang;
pinagmumunihan,
Sa mga parang at paglaan,
ng mga halimaw na daan.
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