Maybe all this mindless documentation on social networking sites is our psychological response to the realities of death and mortality? That maybe deep inside the abyss of our subconscious is a desire to be immortal? That maybe we are all just little Hansels and Gretels leaving bread crumbs on the tracks of the deep forests life has forced us to succumb to?
Friday, August 29, 2014
Thursday, August 28, 2014
The following is the list of books that I've yet to digest.
1. Daniel Handler - Why We Broke Up
2. Haruki Murakami - After Dark
3. Haruki Murakami - Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman
4. Haruki Murakami - Dance, Dance, Dance
5. Haruki Murakami - Hardboiled Wonderland and the End of the World
6. John Boyne - The Boy in Striped Pajamas
7. John Green - An Abundance of Katherines
8. John Green - Paper Towns
9. Lewis Carroll - Alice's Adventures in Wonderland
And that's not including Murakami's Kafka on the Shore, The Wind-up Bird Chronicle and 1Q84 that I plan to reread, the blogs that I follow, and the number of online news columns that I have to cope up with daily. I am fervently hoping that modern society gives birth to an occupation called 'professional reader' because I would definitely be one of the first who will line up for it.
Sunday, August 24, 2014
It's one of those lonely August nights. Humidity plummets downward and the thin shirt you're wearing isn't even comforting. You want to go outside but it's 11:22 PM and the mosquitoes may be very unforgiving. You stare at the infinite time that tickles the round, brown clock above the crocheted picture on your wall. And you realize the pointlessness of waiting.
It's one of those nights when you don't know how to situate yourself. You're probably already a monk at the degree of exercise you have over patience and perseverance, but it doesn't matter. You pledged your patience. You understand that you cannot put yourself above his review schedules. He's building his future, after all and that's very important.
It's just that it's one of those nights when you just miss him. Terribly. And you just don't know how long this spell is gonna last.
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
The past few days passed seamlessly without interruption. Television. Internet. And a whole lot of blogs and music to keep me company. The downside is that I'm getting more and more frustrated over the sameness of my everyday. Unemployment, the mundane and the everyday financial issues I encounter are enough to make this head explode into bowls of cereal.
One highlight last weekend though was a DIY-ed flower crown I crafted using gypsophilia and some white blossom that I don't know what to call. It was a beautiful affair really. And the wilting petals added a sense of depression, desolation and dryness that weaved perfectly well with the depression, desolation and dryness that I was going through. The light on the matter was that I was able to vent my dark thoughts into something creative which is probably the healthier option compared to slitting wrists and suicide - both of which I'm currently not entertaining (and in the future, hopefully).
Frustrations really can take the better off people but the good news is that venting these thoughts healthily is something that can be learned if the person is truly willing. Sometimes, all you really need is a deep breath and a whiz of creativity.
Friday, August 15, 2014
Thank you for the gift of today. Thank you for making me realize how short life is and how important it is to value every single moment of existence. Thank you for the gift of humility, of humbling me by the truth that life has no value if I cannot live it right. Thank you for the blessings that you continually share to me despite my many shortcomings.
Lord, I know that You are a forgiving God but I also understand that You are a just God, that You shall give what is due and righteous. So I am praying that You will forgive me Lord; for the mistakes that I have committed; my failures; and of not doing the things I am supposed to do.
Lord, I pray for good health - for me, for my Mom, my family and everyone I know. I pray for patience and perseverance-that in everything I do, help me understand that some blessings in life take time and requires consistent effort. I pray for wisdom-that I will be smarter and wiser in the decisions that I will make in my life. Do not let me be lead astray Lord. I pray for charity-that I will be more generous not only through finances, but also through my time and efforts. I pray for peace-world peace and peace of heart, that I will hold no grudge in my heart and let go of the angers and insecurities I have inside me. And most of all, I pray for faith-that my faith in You will never falter despite everything that I have to go through in this life. I trust in You Lord. I know that You will never leave me.
All these things I ask and pray through the mighty name of Jesus, Your son, my God and savior. Amen.
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
August is alive and the new month calls for fresh tracks to update my playlist. Re-acquaintance seems to be the major theme for the past few days as I find myself browsing through old-ish songs. But of course, the thrill of finding new artists isn't a zero this month.
The list of reunions begin with Russian Red's Cigarettes and The Memory is Cruel. Both are perfect for ramen ruminations while you contemplate on lost love and tobacco urges. Cider Sky's Fall, Ingrid Michaelson's You and I and Russian Red's Fuerteventura are on the opposite side of the former spectrum and are the ultimate August anthems for lovers on a euphoric rage. Also, Lena's 2012 Stardust is the newest album I downloaded after the goosebumps I felt after relistening(?) to the first single. The entire 41 minutes is filled with bursting optimism and love that are promising to be playlist mainstays.
Akdong Musician's 200% is first on the fresh list. The Korean duo's bubbly beats and vocals is refreshing after a moody July fueled with Lana del Rey's Ultraviolence. On the OPM side of the equation, Luigi D'Avola's interpretation of No Girlfriend Since Break is the ultimate replay rapist. Trust me. It's LSS-inducing. The winner for me this month, however, is Magic!'s Rude. It's reggae, sexy and definitely good to listen to.
Monday, August 11, 2014
The Princess Who Dreams started out as a little story I'm planning to tell my 10-month old cousin when she gets old enough to comprehend stuff. Now though that the story is slowly taking form, the original five part plan is becoming less and less feasible. Not that I'm planning to write a novel or anything but I just realized how difficult it really is to write something lengthy and organized.
It certainly takes a whole lot of brain squeezing to write anything these days. Well anyway, how do you write a lengthy, five-part-ish series guys? Because really, I don't know what will happen next.
Saturday, August 9, 2014
Chapter Three: The Knight
Three days after the handsome Prince's journey home, a Knight came to the kingdom. He was a weathered man and his face carried the air of battle. His eyes have seen the carcass of war, the grief it gave to women and children, and the desolation it casts to men who fought the battles. He had seen so much, yet he understood the necessity of war. Sacrifices have to be made to show superiority. Rebels must be tamed and enemy states must learn to bow down to the alphas. This greater good though, requires power. A mere knight can only follow the orders of a king.
And so he has come to become king. A feat smaller in scale compared to the grander scheme he and the Soothsayer have devised. The Knight is a man who believed in witchcraft and magic, and he understood the necessity of employing the dark arts to serve as advantage to the games he's undertaking. The Soothsayer therefore, was one indispensable man in his quest for greatness.
The Princess, the Soothsayer has said, had a special gift that enabled her to create worlds with her mind. It is that gift that he's planning to utilize. How? He does not know. But he understood that sacrifices must be made: for the greater good; for the flourishing of civilization; for the proper taxonomy of human society.
"Greetings your Majesty."
The Knight smiled. The game has begun.
Friday, August 8, 2014
THE PRINCESS WHO DREAMS
Chapter Two: The Princess and The Prince
News of the Princess' fate spread like wildfire across the land. Enemy states chuckled at the kingdom's conundrum, while the friendly ones sent for help. One such help came in the form of a Prince from a faraway land called Arabia.
"Your Majesty," the Prince said to the Princess. "I have come to win your heart and make you smile again. 'A thing of beauty is a joy forever' is it not? The beauty that I have will shine upon you everyday and your days will be as pretty as daffodils."
Truth be told, the Prince was indeed a handsome lad and the ladies of the kingdom giggled at his might. His flaxen hair were of golden shade, like rays of sunshine were trapped in his follicles to bring warmth to any lady present. His skin was brown as chocolate and his suit and armor were of the finest silk and silver.
Thursday, August 7, 2014
THE PRINCESS WHO DREAMS
Chapter One: The Princess Who Dreams
Chapter One: The Princess Who Dreams
Once upon a time, there lived a Princess who dreams. Now the kingdom that the Princess lived in was a terrible place, a vision of grey and ash and sadness, so the Princess used her special gift to escape from the everyday that she sees.
In her dreams, life was technicolor. Meadows run green and golden, and the endless fields were dotted with poppies and peonies, dandelions and daffodils, gypsophila and euphorbia, in a multitude of colors the people of the kingdom can never imagine. In her dreams, the night was dark blue and even the tiny stars that shimmered were diamonds that adorn the velvet sky.
The Princess loved dreaming so much that she became sadder and sadder every time she wakes up. She became impatient for night and slumber that until one day, she stopped smiling except in sleep.
The King and Queen were deeply concerned. They loved their daughter so much that they would do anything just to see her happy with them again. Thousands of the funniest clowns and jesters were called to entertain the princess, five hundred pretty dresses were bought, two hundred and fifty banquet nights were held, but to no avail. The princess only smiled in her sleep.
Monday, August 4, 2014
The thing is, there are plenty of opportunities to cheat. But I choose not to. Not only because I love my partner, but also because I respect him, I respect myself and I respect what we have. Life may be short and I may only live once but I choose to live this life responsibly.
That juvenile abandoning of other people's feelings has never really been one of my many traits because even then, I always try to weigh situations by putting myself in other people's shoes. Not that I claim mastery in the art of compassion, nor do I always entertain the pullings of conscience, but I think I've done a decent job to consider myself an average in the 'understanding others' arena.
Life is short that's why I chose to live this as simply as I can. The malevolent vines of being unfaithful are probably too much for somebody as emotionally fickle as me.
Friday, August 1, 2014
A fresh new month unfolds today and I'm hoping that this new month also unfolds a new chapter in my already mediocre and sedentary existence. One, I'm praying that fate will finally smile at me and officially hand me employment. I'm tired of my Mom blabbering about my lack of financial contribution in our household. Seriously.
Also, I'm seeing August as the start of a workout spell. I'm planning to finally do push-ups and pull-ups, but of course with my current health status, I believe I should first see my doctor to recommend appropriate exercises for me. I'm know I'm not getting any younger and the older I get, the harder it's gonna be to burn all this fat away.
I also need to pump up my motivation. And slap myself with self-discipline. And kill the laziness away. Otherwise I'm gonna be a fat slob couch potato -something I don't wanna be.