The End of August

I feel depressed.
It's not because of a girl this time. I don't know the primary reason why. Mixed emotions burden my heart. It's hard to breathe.

The papyrus is long overdue, but the pharaoh is still busy with his lovelife, his facebook, his tumblr. He doesn't pay too much on the papyrus. We had a little discussion about it, but, what's inside it? Pure bandages of what the real world is. Frivolous thoughts combined together formed a train-wrecked masterpiece. I don't know what to do. He wants love instead of local trends. What now?

The pencil told the eraser that the pencil loves the eraser. The eraser hesitated at first, but, he soon is falling in love with the pencil. But, some things keep them apart. They know each other very well, but things are not meant to be. The pencil is easily broken. The eraser does his best to erase every wrong mistake. The pencil still hopes for things to change, but the eraser sees nothing. They cannot be.

The disappearance of a branch to the trunk added to the melancholy.

The sickness of the trunk also bothers me.

Numbers in school are but numbers, but they mean so much to me. And I feel nervous whether I will get low or high.

Argh. So many problems, so little person.

Owl City, sing me to sleep tonight.

FRIVOLOUS THOUGHTS (Draft 1)

We are making our school paper. I have the chance to make a column, and so this is it. I don't know if this will be the final column to be published because I am planning to change it. But, anyway, here it goes.

Bellboys Ring

 Let me tell you a story.

Am I Proud to be a Filipino?

Hate. We all hate. We hate to the point of bringing other people down. We hate to the point of destroying each and everyone's reputation. I recently stumbled on this video on Youtube. It's a video of a man who expresses his dislike on the present oligarchy in the Philippines. He proposes to stop the oligarchy so we Filipinos could live a normal life. It presents all the hidden problems of the Philippines like poverty, hunger, and presents concrete videos on them. At First I was struck by it, feeling depressed by my own Nationality, and expressed my hate to the government.

However, when my anger cooled down, I watched it again, and my view on this video changed forever. I would just like to express my own opinion on this matter. I don't mean to bring people down or make anyone angry.

It was an Eerie Moment. I swear!

It is now more than a week but that incident still screws my feeble mind.


August 13, 2011.

That was the day of our recollection. It wasn't like any other other recollections I had before because it was during this time that I experienced God in a more creative way. I drew different sorts of objects and persons and even ships. I became like a child again. I saw myself coloring drawings and I would laugh at myself because my colors are going out of the outline. I'm such a kiddo.

But that was not the incident.

August 13, 2011.


That was the day of our overnight press work. We stayed up all night and even until dawn to finish a 16-page tribute to our school paper adviser. We had fun and I experienced being awake for 22 hours.

But that was not the incident.

August 13, 2011.


We had our choir practice. The piece we were practicing was more difficult than our past pieces. I had a hard time memorizing the tune because it's the first time that I've ever heard of the song. It was also this time when I had sinned again after our recollection. When I dropped something, I said, SHIT loudly. And realizing that I said bad word, I said another bad word. FUCK!

But that was not the incident.

August 13, 2011.


This was the incident which happened to me.

After our recollection, I was refreshed again, with God's embrace surrounding me. We went to the priest and we took his hands and bless. While waiting for my turn, I heard him just saying, "God Bless You," to the others. However, when it was my turn, he said, "God Bless You," and mumbled some words. I smiled, took his hands, blessed, and went away. I thought, "What did he say? Why did he say that to me? Maybe I was just dreaming."

But I was not dreaming.

I asked a classmate of mine who was also there when that moment happened. She said that she also saw the priest mumble words to me.

What did he say to me?

It was an eerie moment. I swear!

A Painless Arrow Hits Me

I have discovered a song from a movie we watched at school. It really struck me deep but no person entered into my mind nor my heart. Weird.

GAN LAE GAN/ TOGETHER

Pitch Black

Everything around me turned pitch-black.

You were there, smiling at me. It was the first time I saw you in the darkness but something sprouted out from my heart instantly. It was too late for me to know that it was love.  I tried to forget you a hundred times but you never cease from appearing in front of me. I tried to do some things but I always end up admiring you.

Your sparkling and dazzling eyes are looking at me. You sweet and enchanting smile is killing me. Your beautiful and heavenly voice is melting me. Your pretty and lovable face is making me restless. You… You… Oh, I want to be near you. I want to touch your hand. I wanted to touch that hair. No. I wanted to kiss you. I wanted to kiss you like how they kissed you, but only better. I never wanted to see the light for a moment because in the darkness can I only see you.  I close my eyes and I see you. I am pouring all my emotions to you right now, but I accept that you will never hear me, nor read this.

You are far away, very, very far from where I am now. You’re on Neptune, I’m just on Earth. When you look at me, and when you smile at me, I just look at your photos. When I hear you sing, I just listen to your videos. You are far away from me. You’re even older than me. I am contented with the darkness you are giving me, and how you envelop me with your darkness. Because when I meet with the sun, you will be gone. I only see you again, when I close my eyes.

I whistle while smiling at myself. I have to accept the fact that you and I will never be together. I know. But wherever you are now, I want you to know that I will always love you. I will always treasure you. I will keep you in my arms and never let you go, even just in dreams.

I close my eyes and sleep. There you are smiling at me, singing to me your songs.

Untitled.

I'm looking forward to that day when she'll be in white and we'll be exchanging I do's in front of God. :D

Waltzing Around

Her hands were on my shoulders, mine on her waist. We were dancing under the pale moonlight. Her smile sparkled in the deep dark night full of fireflies. The crickets accompanied us through their melodies and harmonies.  We waltzed around thinking of nothing but her and me. The night grew colder and deeper. We never stopped. The clouds took us away to the sky. She dazzled more. She was very beautiful. I could kiss her that moment already, but I still couldn’t. Her hands and my hands clasped together. The songs of the insects were still lovely and urged us to the dance more. As she twirled, her purple gown twirled also. She was perfect. It was now or never, I thought. My lips were ready to approach hers. She smiled as she moved closer to me. Then and there, her lips met mine for the first time. I closed my eyes in love. But when I opened my eyes, she's gone. She was just a pigment of my imagination. How could she be just a pigment of my imagination? She’s so perfect! She’s so beautiful! Wait, who is she? I can’t remember her face, her smile, her touch, for she’s just nothing but fantasy. But, when will the time come when we will dance in this place called reality?

The Busy Night.:D

Last night was the busiest night of my life.


I was stuck in that chair for about ten hours trying to lay-out our school paper. I faced my laptop for hours trying to scrutinize the paper and everything. My eyes were closing, but I needed to finish the layout.

I was not alone.

One was editing pictures, the other was gathering information, the other was typing, the other was facebooking, the other was making an article, and the other was, err, sleeping. It was already twelve midnight a while ago and we just finished three pages. So, we doubled our time until we finished twelve pages at 5AM. Imagine, 6:00PM- 5:00AM! That's 10 hours for a 16-page magazine.

That's not all.

My companions also had some paranormal experiences. Some saw ghosts. The others felt. And some, well, they just faked it out. Haha. Seriously, I never went out of the office because I was damned scared also. Haha. Ohh well, at least after everything, I had a sounding sleep of 10 hours. It's already fine with me.

Now, I'm all aboard to Dream Land again. See you next time!

The Final Movement...? Hope Not

I DEMAND A PART III. PRONTO!

Ahhh. My brother and I just finished watching the Part two movie of Nodame Cantabile. It was a very melodious journey with Chiaki and Nodame. I had fun watching it! (Here I am making very bad reviews again.) I spent 19 hours watching what will happen next with Chiaki or Nodame. Now after watching the latest movie, I was rather sad than happy. I know that it was very impeccable and I can’t say any negative to it but what saddens me is that, I think it’s already the last and final movement. I still want to watch it, so I demand a part III. Pronto! Hahaha.

Kidding aside, I really want that they make a part III of Nodame Cantabile. There are still many things I want to see like the concert of Chiaki and Nodame, when Chiaki meets Viera, when Nodame joins another concert, and others. But what I really wanted to know more is what will happen with their relationship? I’m really curious. Haha. I don’t care if they are older than the first series as long as they are still the actors who will play for the roles. They are indeed great actors. I saw no trying hard actors (unlike some Filipino actors), the playing of piano was very believable I thought for a moment that they all knew how to play instruments. The plot and twists of the whole production was so complicated and remarkable that I wonder if Filipinos could create something as good as this. One thing more, I was astounded by their production. It’s so expensive, it seems. There were many hired orchestras, there were many halls rented, there were many, many extras, they were able to roam around Paris and they even went to Prague. Again, when can I watch a Filipino movie as excellent as this Nodame Cantabile?

The music. The music. Very addictive to the ears. Although only the music during the series were stuck in my head (e.g., Gershwin’s Rhapsody in Blue; Beethoven’s Symphony No. 7, 1^st Movement; Mozart’s Two Piano Concerto [or whatever it is called]; Mozart’s Oboe Concerto), I still appreciated every music that they played on the Europe Special and the two movies. It feels like I’m appreciating classical music more. I also appreciate how they turned classical music as their background music whenever one’s running, or one’s serious, or whatever. I only heard one original composition (if that is really original. But I guess it is.) and it’s great. And yeah, I remember the Ravel concerto that Nodame saw and Kiyora played. I’m going to download that one.

Right now, I’m stuck in my head bed hoping for a third movement. I really wish. Gosh. Ueno Juri and Tamaki Hiroshi were so great I respect them right now! They’re even better than some Hollywood stars. I’m proud because of them. When I can get over Nodame Cantabile (when will that be? After 3 or 4 or 5 years, I suppose? Haha.), I will try watching other shows by these actors.  Haha. Waaah. My God, Until now I can't get over it. So how can I watch those? Haha.

MUUKYAAAAAAAAAA!!!!

I still got a lot to say about Nodame Cantabile. But if I put it to writing, then, it would not fit in this blog (even if this blog is endless), so I’m gonna cut it this short. And if I am to write again, maybe it would be as long as this again. Haha.

However,

I DEMAND A PART III. PRONTO!

 Nodame Cantabile Series

Nodame Cantabile Europe Special

Nodame Cantabile The Movie Part 1

 Nodame Cantabile Movie Part 2

Nodame Cantabile Movie Part 3

Nodame Cantabile Movie Part 4

Writer's Block

It has been quite a long time since I last composed a song, or a poem. I know. I have to admit, I can’t find any inspiration. I remember before when I often make silly rhymes and nonsense tunes because my heart was flying in the sky. It was filled with inspiration causing my mind to react as well. I know, some were pointless, but, at least, I have had many.

Maybe the last love song that I’ve ever created was, “My Kind of Perfect,” and hell yeah, it was not that of a love song either. I was just talking about, obviously, my kind of perfect. Hahaha. Seriously, I missed that feeling of being in love wherein I can’t speak straight to the person. Instead, I lock myself in my room, pick up a guitar, and start writing a song – for her. Argh. To much for daydreaming.

Now I know the cause of writer’s block – lack of inspiration. Superficial writers would just write about anything in this world and sync in uncatchy melodies. Sadly, people flock these songs. While mine --- err, I don’t make good songs, so let’s not go there.

Maybe, the bottom line of this post is – it’s already implied so there’s no need to say it already. Queen sang it. Justin Bieber sang it. I’m singing it right now. Give me an inspiration! I want to write a song again! :D

Pokemon in Multicolor.

I need to tell you something. I have over five games of Pokemon in line for me to play! Haha. It may be so superficial but, it's going to be fun, I foresee it already! Haha.


So, what's inside?


Pokemon Soul Silver
Pokemon Platinum
Pokemon White


I even have hacked games. Haha.


Pokemon Flora Sky (This time, it's the full version.)
Pokemon Brown
Pokemon Black Orb
Pokemon Quartz


I also downloaded some, but I deleted them for many purposes.




Ugh. This post seems to be childish. Haha. Seriously? Pokemon? Hahaha.

3.141592653589793..... or simply put, PI

I finished a movie speechless and in awe, but I never understood it at all.

I never planned to watch Pi (1998) since my first notion of the movie was about numbers (3.141521….) and I hate Math. However, I thought that, if it is Darren Aronofsky’s work, it must be great. I’ve already watched two of his films and those were great (Requiem for a Dream [2000] and Black Swan [2010]), so this forced me to watch Pi.

And my impression was right. The movie was filled with numbers I never understood. But numbers aside, I find it interesting. From the direction, to the story, to the intense music, and the great actors, this movie is a complete package! And the fact that it’s in black and white adds to the thrill of the movie.

It’s true that I never quite understood the plot. But based on what I internalized about the film, it talks about a very intelligent man with very bright ideas. In his apartment are computers and all he did was to take all this numbers. Thus, this ruined his life. He got in trouble with the Jewish, and the stock market people. He lost track of the 216 numbers. Aside from that, his unknown sickness added to the drama. His hand shakes and he screams like a little boy. And then, he faints and when he wakes up, his nose is bleeding. He also had this mark on his right side of his head which he drilled in the ending.

I recommend this to be watched before someone dies. Why? Simple. It’s excellent. A YouTube comment even said that Pi is better than Inception and the latter is also a good movie (according to others, though. I still haven’t watched it but I plan to). If I were a critic at rottentomatoes.com, I would say this as a fresh tomato, and rate it as 95%.