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08.1.08
gibberish

Because public opinion is sometimes marsiflate, empetricious insoculences are frequently zophilimized. Nevertheless, it cannot be overemphasized that carpoflansibles are highly tranculate.

Okay. So you don’t understand some words written above but you were impressed maybe because they were new to you. You think it’s cool because it sounded like complicated; written by some “writers” who write for political campaign speeches or ads for indigestion remedies. You think it’s cool. Nevertheless, you get to understand the essence of the whole message, but you were so consumed by these “new words” that you seem to possess the crave to memorize them so you could use them fluently to impress others the way you think you were impressed by them. Perhaps you’d consult the dictionary which would tell you then what these words “really mean”. The way you understand them, with your divine instinct, would eventually vanish because you’ve regarded the dictionary as the ultimate answer to your confusions with words. Now if you use these words for what ever hell reason you have in your mind, do you think people will understand you, and the way you intended to relay your message? Perhaps you wouldn’t even mind to understand yourself at all.

Are you one of the many people who believe that if they have defined a word they know what it means?

Okay. Some words written above, of course, are pure gibberish. You can’t really find them in the dictionary. But what about the thought you had in your mind when you first heard these new words. Couldn’t that thought become a definition to these "gibberish" words?

They have defined words, even Gibberish.


23.6.07
dyslexia aixelsyd

sorry i am dyslexic. my thoughts are always not the same with what i say. but please don't say that i'm dyslexic or something about my being dyslexic. i might get hurt. but if i get hurt, i don't want to as much as possible mind it at all. because if i nestle with myslef getting hurt, i might get mad. and if i get mad i might say words that are not always the same with what i thought. sorry i am dyslexic.


27.4.07
apr 25 reply to kitz about photography

im not comfortable with taking pictures of people specially women and children who are exposed to war and to "poverty" i dont know but i have to take away my camera from them, it's my respect to their privacy. people deserves privacy. sorry, but im not that kind of person who has a need to show the world about the cruel side of humanity. worst if i get famous out of taking others pictures, their very private pictures. :] i just love taking pictures that i think is beautiful and hoping they would smile, and other people would smile, when they see it. of course i feel the need to ask permission. if, by any chance, i took a picture about war, depression, or poverty, that would extremely be my very grueling experience in photography. hehe i hate the media also when they think they get people's photograph for their sort of "survival".


27.4.07
voices i hear

m e l a n c h o l y - I've been drowning myself in anything that's in m e l a n c h o l y lately that i easily get flattered to see a happy picture or hear a lively tune. Or I'm just really attracted to m e l a n c h o l y that I find it really interesting, m e l a n c h o l y , there's always something in it that makes me think hugely, i think about the story behind it that's sounds so mysterious. m e l a n c h o l y .

Intellectuals are complicated, that's why simple is beautiful.

There are some people capable of doing things yet they're asking somebody to do it for them.

Some people exaggerate their misfortunes just to get sympathy from others.

Are you one of the many people who believe that if they have defined a word they know what it means?

Or are you one of the many who define people by what they have said and what they have done?

I havn't finish eating it yet. My banana inside a cup was attacked by hundreds of brown ants. But the fork remained its bite in the flesh. It's horrible. I couldn't even tell you how horrible it was.

stories

WHAT FRUSTRATION COULD DO TO OUR DREAMS
datubagane

Sometimes we just stay in our room and feed our fantasy. We don't know until it fattens our boredom and frustrations. We keep ourselves with our chances hidden inside the blanket of our fears and our pillow is the only shoulder we can cry on. It is difficult for the moonlight to creep in through our window and no stars could ever see our sad face. In the morning we wake up with our eyes in bulged circles. We feel our body so weak and dissatisfied. We wash the tantrums on our face and we remember our nightmares as we take breakfast. Everything temporarily passes with relieve of our daily chores. We run here and there holding our errands and leaving our sad soul a step behind. Until the sun sets the day out, we find ourselves exhausted in the chair of our loneliness. The night greets us and the sad soul comes in again. It brings more frustrations and boredom, a heavy load for our chair and a darker tone for our night. It closes our window, the more lock now. We wish for a cold wind to break the window pane, to slash the dark in our room and let the moonlight creep in. We wish to ride on our pillow and cloak ourselves with our blanket away from the sad soul. The window will open us to the outside of ourselves where the stars await us. We wish to go out and fly above the shadows where the moon guides us. It is better to dream not one but many as the number of stars in the sky than to be frustrated once and dream no more.

Starry Night by Vincent van Gogh

KID
datubagane

I was walking on pavement with the comfort my shoes gave to my feet. I valued the song of that morning which was tranquil yet gay, and few sound of my morning friends choired it. I called them friends because they were yet happy and fresh to greet their mornings, and I liked them though they didn't see me, maybe because I wore fancy clothes. Actually, it was my singing that gave songs to their mornings and that was my morning greeting to them, and I liked it, though they didn't hear me, maybe because my voice was so satisfying to their ears. Most of them went inside McDonald's, maybe they were thinking of what they were going to have for breakfast. I liked them, so I followed them as I also thought of what I'm going to have for breakfast! They were welcomed by the guard and greeted by the crews but not me; maybe because I was just a kid, I am so kind to them. Though they didn't notice me, I liked them and the guard, and the crews. Then, I was surprised about what I saw inside and felt very hungry as I smelled the air. But when I looked back, I saw Myself outside that was looking at my friends who were having their breakfast. Myself's face was flat on the glass begging my friends to let him in and his hands was asking for food. I shamed for Myself so I went out to reprimand him not to do that. But my coming to Myself made my singing fade out, my fancy clothes worn to shreds, my shoes left my feet, and the glass separated me from my friends. Then I thought to Myself, how am I going to have breakfast now?

Photo by Manila Luglio 2002, due bambini giocano per le strade del quartiere Ermita - (c) Contrasto

poetry

111607 - death of memories

i wondered how the dog felt
when she howled at this night
perhaps summoning a deceasing prey
that wondered me about the things
that i thought i could never reach
the distance of the sky and the stars
i never knew how far
until i found myself wandering
while crickets followed me
but still hiding behind those bushes
perhaps my memories are dead tonight
and i am sleeping in its casket
will it let me peep through its hole
gaze at the distance of the sky and the stars
maybe then i will understand the dirge of the crickets
or the howling of the dog


101007 - cant' wait to see that small table with her

it was october when i met her
i think she was crying like a bird
how does a bird cry anyway
i dont know but i can always say

i won't even touch her cheek
and her beak was so soft
nestled around her mouth
shaped by my candle light
and loved by a moth

i am a candle on the table
and my cup of cold coffee
was a funny cup actually
on that table i found her so likely

i want to eat the bird
and cry a candle cry
touch her she's hot
but that's the thing i would not

memories are essential
but i won't try to remember
it'll just come naturally
if i let it come naturally

someday maybe but i don’t know
a moth would fall so easily
just now, i don’t think so


040404 - Time
We are walking on a time
That falls to the space
As we take our feet off
It vanishes to emptiness
Its mystery is as much as we think of it
Its existence depends on ours
And ours depends on it.


030806 - Gaia
you find yourself tiptoeing on dried leaves
you follow the music that it creates
life that still exists but not in your past
that is dark without stars nor sky
you pick a rose that still lives on soil
yet thorns your fingers as the fragrance meet your nose
tears starts to touch your cheek
and sleep welcomes you
tomorrow you'll be awaken
a prince or a frog a morning or a sunshine.


022206 - Unended
go now poetry
leave me where i last read
you leave me where i last hear
you don't try to come back
and look for me
you will be in others mouth
now you will be in others ear now


081004 - The War of Love and Hate
you have a blade
and i dont have
you have the hate
love i just have
i am your enemy
but you are my friend
you will fight me
well, i will defend.


041305 - He Kills His Enemy
he is enwrought by a cone of light
his head bend down to his knees
the butchard knife shines his sorrow
but his anger shivers from his hand
he stands up and lost his head from the light
and moves his feet jerkily towards the dark.


170902 – The Wing
under a shadow of clouds she hides
where rains are made
and comfort she can't find
the sun brightly shines above
a heaven that she can't imagine
someday a rainbow in her will grow
a dream that will bring her over the clouds
so heaven she will know.

quotes

I've nver written the poem that i intended; the poem was always different when it ended.

What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything? -Vincent Van Gogh

"Grand. There's a word I really hate. It's a phony. I could puke everytime i hear it." -Catcher In The Rye

"... If I were told that what I shall write will be read in twenty years by the children of today and that they will weep and smile over it and fall in love with life, I would devote all my life and all my strengths to it." -Leo Tolstoy

"Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities have crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense." -Ralph Waldo Emerson

"Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies." -Aristotle

"Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit, but in humility consider others better than yourselves. Each of you should look not only to your own interests, but also to the interests of others." - Phil. 2:2,4

"No one can accept another, or the two become friends, till each has proved to the other that he is worthy of love, and so won his trust." -Aristotle

"Love cannot live where there is no trust." -Cupid to Psyche

"To win without fighting is best." -Sun Tzu

"Some persons are always ready to level those above them down to themselves, while they are never willing to level those below them up to their own position. But he that is under the influence of true humility will avoid both these extremes." -Jonathan Edwards

"I like persons better than principles, and I like persons with no principles better than anything else in the world."-Oscar Wilde