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missin' mah kuya melvin
where is he?
did he really turn his back on us?
clueless i really am.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
MISSIN' MAH KUYA MELVIN
missin' mah kuya melvin
where is he?
did he really turn his back on us?
clueless i really am.
Monday, May 18, 2009
The hardest enemy to fight is one’s self
Monday morning when the thought of fighting myself in the mybrute arena just popped through my mind.
I gained 1 experience point.
Most of the times, i would find myself arguing with the silly me in the stillness of the night. Deep in the recesses of my own soul, there's a battle inside that never got me into winning. Or have always got me into winning. Either way, they really inspire me to do better as i conquer my own self:
"Life is a paradox. The hardest things to grasp are the most commonsensical ones. The hardest things to see are the most obvious ones. The hardest enemy to fight is one’s self." - Conrado de Quiros
“The hardest battle you're ever going to fight is the battle to be just you.”
Leo F. Buscaglia
“To conquer oneself is a greater victory than to conquer thousands in a battle.” - Hindu Prince Gautama Siddharta
I gained 1 experience point.
Most of the times, i would find myself arguing with the silly me in the stillness of the night. Deep in the recesses of my own soul, there's a battle inside that never got me into winning. Or have always got me into winning. Either way, they really inspire me to do better as i conquer my own self:
"Life is a paradox. The hardest things to grasp are the most commonsensical ones. The hardest things to see are the most obvious ones. The hardest enemy to fight is one’s self." - Conrado de Quiros
“The hardest battle you're ever going to fight is the battle to be just you.”
Leo F. Buscaglia
“To conquer oneself is a greater victory than to conquer thousands in a battle.” - Hindu Prince Gautama Siddharta
Sunday, May 17, 2009
ENIGMA
Call me a fool, ruptured by reveries
Call me a stupid, bewildered by fantasies
Call me nothing, for none can explain
This unfathomable feeling, that drives me insane.
Try not to ask it, not to talk about it
Just feel its impact that is so exquisite
Beware lest you fall under its evil spell
It's just one heck of a hell!!!
It takes you out of your weary world
Brings out the best like a tender abode
It takes your breath away
And eases your pain and dismay.
Condemn no one, but you yourself instead
If this enigma still persists
Have I told you lately, it's highly epidemic
With 100,000 voltage.. it's ultra-electro magnetic!!!
Be careful as you struggle in this dilemma
Be tough as you are imprisoned by this enigma
But i guess you have to open your eyes first
Wink once, twice, thrice..
before your tears burst!!!
this poem of mine got published on:
Pilantik
Literary Folio of The Knight Publication
Colegio de San Juan de Letran-Calamba
Vol.5 February 1999
whew. tagal na. hahaha.
Love works in so many different ways that are so strange and wondrous.
It's magic.
And speaking of magic, lemme give yah some cool vids by Jmark in his pursuit for card tricks and magics.
You really rock hal!
COLOR CHANGE
OIL AND WATER
TRES AMIGOS
Call me a stupid, bewildered by fantasies
Call me nothing, for none can explain
This unfathomable feeling, that drives me insane.
Try not to ask it, not to talk about it
Just feel its impact that is so exquisite
Beware lest you fall under its evil spell
It's just one heck of a hell!!!
It takes you out of your weary world
Brings out the best like a tender abode
It takes your breath away
And eases your pain and dismay.
Condemn no one, but you yourself instead
If this enigma still persists
Have I told you lately, it's highly epidemic
With 100,000 voltage.. it's ultra-electro magnetic!!!
Be careful as you struggle in this dilemma
Be tough as you are imprisoned by this enigma
But i guess you have to open your eyes first
Wink once, twice, thrice..
before your tears burst!!!
this poem of mine got published on:
Pilantik
Literary Folio of The Knight Publication
Colegio de San Juan de Letran-Calamba
Vol.5 February 1999
whew. tagal na. hahaha.
Love works in so many different ways that are so strange and wondrous.
It's magic.
And speaking of magic, lemme give yah some cool vids by Jmark in his pursuit for card tricks and magics.
You really rock hal!
COLOR CHANGE
OIL AND WATER
TRES AMIGOS
Thursday, May 14, 2009
looking through my soul
looking through my soul
april 20, 2009, 4:08pm, sony dsc w130, photoshop cs filter: paint daubs
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
hal jmgdmtpg.Dmtwm
I was mentally enfeebled and reduced to infantilism having woke up in the middle of the wee hours. The easiest thing for me to grope in hours like this is my mobile phone that connects me entirely to the world (yeah, you mean the world to me :D) I reached for the mobile phone just beside my hair that is scrunched up in a knot, and attempted to ward off the darkness by stroking a single key. The light emanating from the mobile phone slowly sprang life, but the ravages of the night's lassitude had caught me off-guard against my sanity.
12:50am. Waging for my consciousness, i unconsciously pressed the keypad and produced this message:
hal jmgdmtpg.Dmtwm
I went the whole hog by adding a recipient (E pluribus unum! My finger has a life of its own i guess), and hitting the left green key.
Message sent.
I was able to get hold of my deed and had the capacity for introspection when i spoke to the E pluribus unum who had received my message an hour ago. He was chuckling at the deed while pronouncing my seemingly alien message and had asked me if i am still on my own self.
Silly me.Most of the times, i create a space, refuge and sanctuary where i let my sanity run wild, dancing on a night like this as my sanity takes on an alien face. More often, it is in these insane moments that i am able to give myself an infinite comfort as i drove myself home to the love that swirled around and moved me more powerfully than any scent of roses.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Friday, May 8, 2009
BACK FROM THE MOON
I haven't posted for quite some time and as always, my attention has been diverted into some serious and/or silly things to which i believe i am capable of thinking and doing. (big evil grin)
I've been from the moon. (big evil grin)
Normally home to the bedlam that i always am, i took some time off to feel a dart of triumph in the muttering retreats of my restless nights, out from the blaring heat and honk and pushiness of everyday ragged lives. To simply know no other state than life, i submitted myself absolutely to the will of heaven and take up arms for the cause of my existence. Yes, it was yesterday's darkness indeed that made the light unusually bright as my heart starts to beat in panic, but then, who else will spring life to me as i blare out my attempted escape from stupidity?
My world had wound down and i breath a sigh of relief. I grope for some thoughts in my soul. This is how i rage against the dying of my light.. a progressive dementia of the stupid things that are taking my life in their most clandestine manners. Again, a strong conviction that i should never let my affliction get in the way of my living and stop harping on the folly of death.
I've been from the moon. (big evil grin)
Normally home to the bedlam that i always am, i took some time off to feel a dart of triumph in the muttering retreats of my restless nights, out from the blaring heat and honk and pushiness of everyday ragged lives. To simply know no other state than life, i submitted myself absolutely to the will of heaven and take up arms for the cause of my existence. Yes, it was yesterday's darkness indeed that made the light unusually bright as my heart starts to beat in panic, but then, who else will spring life to me as i blare out my attempted escape from stupidity?
My world had wound down and i breath a sigh of relief. I grope for some thoughts in my soul. This is how i rage against the dying of my light.. a progressive dementia of the stupid things that are taking my life in their most clandestine manners. Again, a strong conviction that i should never let my affliction get in the way of my living and stop harping on the folly of death.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
MAKABAYAN BUG
Hahahaha.
Col. WOLF got me here. His very own version of peeking bug from my set of pics:
col. WOLF's makabayan bug
Col. WOLF got me here. His very own version of peeking bug from my set of pics:
col. WOLF's makabayan bug
JOKE TIME: THE BOSS
One day, a guy calls up his Boss at home, but gets the bosses' wife
instead.
She said, I'm sorry, but he died last week.
The next day, the man calls up again and asks for his boss.
She said, I told you, he died last week.
The third day, the guy calls up again and asks for his boss.
The wife was mad and shouted, Don't you understand? I already told
you twice!MY HUSBAND, YOUR BOSS, DIED LAST WEEK! Why do you keep on
calling?
The guy laughed and said, Because I just love hearing it!
www.bosanchez.ph
instead.
She said, I'm sorry, but he died last week.
The next day, the man calls up again and asks for his boss.
She said, I told you, he died last week.
The third day, the guy calls up again and asks for his boss.
The wife was mad and shouted, Don't you understand? I already told
you twice!MY HUSBAND, YOUR BOSS, DIED LAST WEEK! Why do you keep on
calling?
The guy laughed and said, Because I just love hearing it!
www.bosanchez.ph
Monday, April 20, 2009
HOT AND SPICY 041209
After 4 hours of figuring out how the hell our router couldn't possibly get set on our network, my world had wound down and had breathed a sigh of relief. I took revenge under the blaring heat of the sky's mightiest entity, and submitted myself to an array of hues in the form of chlorophyll-containing elements with floral bonuses home inside the perimeter of our abode.
The chilis are indeed one heck of a subject when it comes to photography. I love the fiery red color in contrast to its rich green leaves.
ANTS.
They bite.
ang sakit.
The chilis are indeed one heck of a subject when it comes to photography. I love the fiery red color in contrast to its rich green leaves.
ANTS.
They bite.
ang sakit.
BACK FROM THE MOON
Ang hirap pala bumalik galing sa matagal na kawalan.
Hindi ko alam kung san ko sisimulan.
Hindi ko alam kung san ko sisimulan.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
EXPUNCTION
The weight and restrictions of love has dawned into me last night upon seeing my comments deleted in a profile. I was as if being put to the unlisted category, isolated from the eyes of his connections. I looked at myself with the unfamiliarity or the strange familiarity of half-forgotten perceptions and sensations. But in as much as i want to drag my sorrow into every breath that i am taking, i couldn't allow myself to get sucked into the monotony of depressing thoughts.
I fully understood why this has to happen. There can be strength in solitude. There are good points. There can be contentment in finding myself away from those prying eyes. I couldn't stand indicted before such a sight, and feel even more remorseful.
The rain poured harder and the temperature continued to drop. I began to grope for the blanket that i have strewn earlier in the bed, then wrapped myself into it. I unhurriedly wiped the tears that have rolled down my cheeks, then told myself, "Tomorrow, the rain will stop and the sun will shine even brighter."
I allowed all my sorrows to glide listlessly off my shoulders as i slid gently to dreamland.
I fully understood why this has to happen. There can be strength in solitude. There are good points. There can be contentment in finding myself away from those prying eyes. I couldn't stand indicted before such a sight, and feel even more remorseful.
The rain poured harder and the temperature continued to drop. I began to grope for the blanket that i have strewn earlier in the bed, then wrapped myself into it. I unhurriedly wiped the tears that have rolled down my cheeks, then told myself, "Tomorrow, the rain will stop and the sun will shine even brighter."
I allowed all my sorrows to glide listlessly off my shoulders as i slid gently to dreamland.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
All i Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten
Last week i was asked to speak in front of the graduating Kindergarten Students of Pulo Elementary School. It was as if slipping backward in time recalling how my childhood days have been spent in school. Funny as it may seem, but i didn't go to kindergarten during those days. I was six when i was enrolled straight to Grade 1 in Buntog, a barangay nestling at the foot of the Palace in the Sky, where you can reach through its long travel of rough roads passing through the vast sugarcane plantation (then owned by Yulo Clans to which was latter sold to Ayala clans) far away from the hustle and bustle of the urban life. When my dad took his vacation from overseas work, he decided to transfer me to Pulo Elementary School in my third grade so my sisters could look after me as well.
And so this guest speaker thing has gotten so into me. I have attended and even facilitated seminars for student leaders, assisted children's parties, wrote speeches for the presidents and chairmen, but to speak in front of these kindergarten students... i was deliberately thinking how in the world would i be able to get their attention and be able to infuse some sparks of wisdom in their young minds.
There's this credo that i truly love from Robert Fulghum's book "All i Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten"
It may seem so basic, and i decided to dig into this in front of these Kindergarten Students. A simple run-down of the things that were taught to them in their early studies, a simple reminder of the basic virtues that they have to continue in order to be successful. Fundamentals explained in a language a small child would remember and understand. And my talk went on for no less than five minutes.
Isn't it amazing how what we have learned in our early days comes up again and again as we live our complex lives? Did we really understand and practice what we were taught in our first year of school?
And so this guest speaker thing has gotten so into me. I have attended and even facilitated seminars for student leaders, assisted children's parties, wrote speeches for the presidents and chairmen, but to speak in front of these kindergarten students... i was deliberately thinking how in the world would i be able to get their attention and be able to infuse some sparks of wisdom in their young minds.
There's this credo that i truly love from Robert Fulghum's book "All i Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten"
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All I really need to know about how to live and how to be I learned in kindergarten. Wisdom was not at the top of the graduate-school mountain, but there in the sandpile at Sunday School. These are the things I learned:
Share everything.
Play fair.
Don’t hit people.
Put things back where you found them.
Clean up your own mess.
Don’t take things that aren’t yours.
Say sorry when you hurt somebody.
Wash your hands before you eat.
….Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you.
Live a balanced life …..
When you go out into the world, watch out for traffic, hold hands, and stick together.
Be aware of wonder. ….
And then remember the Dick-and-Jane books and the first word you learned – the biggest word of all - LOOK.
Share everything.
Play fair.
Don’t hit people.
Put things back where you found them.
Clean up your own mess.
Don’t take things that aren’t yours.
Say sorry when you hurt somebody.
Wash your hands before you eat.
….Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you.
Live a balanced life …..
When you go out into the world, watch out for traffic, hold hands, and stick together.
Be aware of wonder. ….
And then remember the Dick-and-Jane books and the first word you learned – the biggest word of all - LOOK.
********
It may seem so basic, and i decided to dig into this in front of these Kindergarten Students. A simple run-down of the things that were taught to them in their early studies, a simple reminder of the basic virtues that they have to continue in order to be successful. Fundamentals explained in a language a small child would remember and understand. And my talk went on for no less than five minutes.
Isn't it amazing how what we have learned in our early days comes up again and again as we live our complex lives? Did we really understand and practice what we were taught in our first year of school?
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