Block-Stabbed

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.

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.

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!

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):

Cheesy

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

Bayanihan

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

Falling

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.

Facebook

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,
nakaririndi.

Madalas kang mag-blog dati,
damo sa dami,
nakabibingi.

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,

Multiply

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.








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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

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-