Voiceless singer

When I Grow Up

2011-06-07T03:30:00.000-07:00

Waiting, waiting
Idly, stand by
Move forward, wait
Wait some more
Forms ready?
Have you got a pen?
Good, all good
Move on right ahead

Have you got business here?
I'm afraid I can't tell
Tell you what you
You should know
What am I to do?
Go away, come back
When you know what
What is it you want?

Hold on minute
We'll cut you off there
Come back later
Yes, later
After the designated break
Break up the line here
Here, come back when
When it's 1 pm, then

Still waiting, waiting
Day in, day out
Never empties
always filing
Come back again
Come back (no welcomes)
You know you will
You need us, pockets or no pockets
So we price you higher
Change or no change
You'll come back
You, come back

-and a failed attempt at a poem -.- hard to explain, harder to understand :)) (then perhaps it's easier to explain then, haha)

A ranting to *drumroll* the system.

The system and the invention of paperwork. Such an evil necessity.

I Am Cow (sorry Arrogant Worms)

2011-02-02T04:33:00.000-08:00

(but this will just be derivative work :) )

I am Cow, hear me moo
I'm like any cow to you
And I look good on a barbecue
Yogurt, curd, cheeses and butters
Come from liquid from my udders
I am Cow, I am Cow, hear me moo!

I am Cow, eating grass
Drinking water, passing gas
And I wander, not so far from home
Day in, day out, I just stand here
Watching farmer ride his tractor
I am Cow, I am Cow, eating grass!

I am Cow, of this land
just like many others stand
And by time we just increase in weight
Farmer feeds us, farmer needs us
So farmer's waistline too increases
I am Cow, I am Cow, of my land!

I am Cow, I am Cow
"What do you do?", ask me now
And I'll just say, "Moo, moo, moo, moo, mooooo"
Because that's really all that I do
Give you meat, milk and a thing to stare or ride on
I am Cow, hear me moo!

Go figure...

Simple Samplers [2]

2010-07-04T07:40:00.000-07:00

On quiet days when I have my thoughts to myself, I enter a trance with said thoughts as a gateway.

I know I'm walking right into it. I feel the environment around me change. I feel myself going into a different world, and my thoughts are making the path for me to get there.

With every step I take, I know I go deeper into the new world. With every step I take, I know I depart from the real world. I'm leaving something real for something new and unknown to me. I know the risks. I know the dangers. I know what possibly could come out of all of this but I know I want it.

I want it.

I want to see things I've only felt. I want to witness things I've only heard. I want what used to be in my head to be what's real in front of me.

I want it. I want my thoughts to be real.

Only one in every hundred thoughts become real. Even if you push hard for an idea, exhaust everything you possibly have for it to happen, there's still always a chance that it may or may not happen.

I want all my thoughts to become real. All the fun stuff. All the cool stuff. All the epic stuff. I want it all to become real. My imagination against the actual creation; chew on that.

Then I'd be the most knowledgeable person about it. And why shouldn't I be? I'm the one who thought it up. I'd know everything; the reasons, the hows, the whys and the whats of every little thing. The people who'll be living in that world of mine will either ask me about it or tell me what I already know.

I'd be having the time of my life.

I wouldn't be stingy with my knowledge. I'd give it to those who ask and those who are willing to learn.

I wouldn't be stingy with justice either. I'd give it to those who deserve it.

I wouldn't be stingy with care. I'd care for every little thing that I imagined up, and all the inhabitants of my new world, even if it is only me.

If I could, I think I would've kept a history of my new world. I'd note down every visit and every new addition and every change I put into the making of it. For now, I can remember these things easily. With every visit, however, I am ecstatic.

But then people take my knowledge for granted. They use it for themselves and against me.

My justice gets skewed in their heads and is used against people they don't like.

My care is abused. They're very selective about who they care about and what they take care of. As long as they aren't harmed, they're willing to care.

My beautiful new world collapses before my very eyes.

Again. And again.

I watch it crumble. I watch it turn grey. I didn't want this. I didn't.

Another path appears before me. I remember that my memories made it. I'm being called back to the real world.

Just in time too. My new world is fading away into ashes as I rush back to the real world.

My memories. My memories saved me.

My memories saved me from what my thoughts have made.

I'll always be able to go back to that new world of mine. It's easy since I think a lot of thoughts anyway. The gateway never seems to close with all the people in the world creating their own worlds with their own thoughts. It's always there, and you can leave it any time you wish.

And I do go back to the new world of mine. Except, with every journey and every remake, it's starting to look more and more like the real world.

As for its inhabitants, I was more careful who to put in there along with me. They grew smaller in number, yes, but on them I can honestly say I can rely on.

As for that history of how my new world is, I don't need to write a book. I remember it well enough. That's why I said 'if I could'. I can, but I didn't. I didn't, because I didn't have to.

On quiet days when I have my thoughts to myself, my memories also come to play.

- voiceless_singer

Simple Samplers (1)

2010-07-01T12:29:00.000-07:00

This was just dying to come out...

(I'll begin now)

To hear your voice, so close to mine

It sent shivers through my spine

My heart, it skipped

And I did whip

It back into place

With silent grace

And when closer, you came

I forgot my whole name

Within, surely lost I was

the gaze that made all time pause

Your eyes were all I saw then

dark and deep, yet light like heaven

And every moment is all in my head

But I think about them when I lie in bed

(okay, >.< I can't even be original with my cheesiness; the last two lines are pretty much stolen from 5 Years Time by Noah and the Whale)

(here's another I've been pondering over)

Ink black nights make you think of faeries and magical tales, doesn't it? What if I say they were as black as squid ink then? You'd be thinking something along the lines of a swashbuckling adventure; out in the sea, pirates, the kraaken, the whole shebang of ships and treasures and battles and turn-coating.

This isn't about how inky black the night is or how stories are told with elements suggesting the premise. I'll be more precise. It's a story, yes. True, for me it is. Magicaly, I'll leave that to you.

(and here ends the short-but-awesome-but-sorta-lacking, intro)

What I'll use it for, I may never know :)

-voiceless_singer

Under Construction...'Til further notice

2010-07-01T10:29:00.001-07:00

I've been planning to put my website-furnishing skills to good use one of these days.

I've just never had the time. (sigh)

This blog will be shifting its focus from being a journal to being more of an electronic notebook for some random bursts of writing and whatnot.

Judge if you want to. I'd welcome comments as well but be forewarned. They're not full works, just bursts of inspiration or imagination that I can't say out loud but really really want to except I know of no poet's night-hosting bar (and I'm not allowed to go to bars in the first place), and, not to say that writing with pen and paper isn't good enough for me anymore, I've said these were bursts. Bursts. Pops. Explosions. Splashes. They always happen once and last no longer than a moment. I'd want to keep them as fresh as they come to me, but sometimes a pen or paper isn't within reach, so I settle for this.

And, haha, it saves trees too. :)

Other than that, I'd want to say that I might be adding some dreams here and there. Ones I'd like some help in interpreting with and some I'd really just like to share because they were so memorable and or awesome.

So, until my next burst of inspiration for the art that comes with languages, au revoir.

- voiceless_singer

Long time, long time

2009-12-04T04:21:00.000-08:00

I would say it is.

Then again I would probably say it wasn't that long.

This blog will be used for something else. I'm not exactly sure what but I'll update it every now and then.

I read through my older posts and noticed that I've been lacking in the writing department lately. I look back and think: "Wow. I wrote that?"

I'm quite insecure now :))

Oh well.

Short post just to say that I'll get my lazy brain to think up a definitive theme for this blog, and for the other blogs I have as well. I want to work on my multiply first. It seems the most css-friendly (then again, this is too; I'll just have trouble thinking up the themes and making the graphics).

-voiceless_singer says: I'm not dead yet! XD

An Ancient Philosopher Once Said...

2008-11-17T05:58:00.000-08:00

The Ancient

44% Ancient, 19% Medieval, 19% Modern and 19% Post-Modern!

Congratulations! You are: an Ancient!

Ancient philosophers share an unabashed elitism. Although the Greeks are considered to have invented democracy, they would have laughed to scorn many of our 21st-century democratic ideas. Ancient moral philosophy is slightly more hedonistic than anything that followed it; the Ancients had strict ideas about right and wrong, but the obsessive pursuit of perfection, the compulsive need to do one’s duty no matter the cost, belong to later eras. Being good was neatly tied up in the Ancient mind with being happy.

Rather than criticizing the work of their predecessors, Ancient philosophers found themselves alone in a bold new world. Their first attempts at studying the world are still some of the best. This is the era of Herodotus, the father of history, Euclid, the father of mathematics, and Plotinus, the father of meaningless metaphysical bullshit.

Some typical ancient philosophers: Plato, Aristotle, Epictetus, Marcus Aurelius, Plotinus, Herodotus, Euclid

Some ancient artists: Homer, Virgil, Aeschylus, Sophocles, Euripides, Pindar, Sappho, Praxiteles

Typical ancient art forms: epic poetry, lyric poetry, farce, satire, sculpture, dialogue

This is from a "Which Philosophical [era] are You?" (dear author of said quiz, I am too lazy to check, but I will leave a link here for other readers to follow; sorry and thanks :)) )

Take it! :D

---->>> uhh.... note that you have to sign up to get your results, but fear not, asides from the email alerts of new tests, they are totally free and they have some really, really interesting tests there. :) Not to mention a unique site layout.<<<----- (If some people would like to object, then let me be just remind you that I'm not the most experienced web surfer out there, ok? "Uniqueness" is highly subjective, but don't go bashing about that with me, alright? Thanks) Not much to write here, except that today marks the first day of the exchange student program students from Singapore at PSHS. I just want to say that this a great step up for us, but we'll have to keep it that way if we want to invite more students for an exchange program or at least have our school in the candidacy for one. Go PISAY! May the students enjoy their stay, and may the school provide all they need. :)) (Hopefully, though, not to the point of spoiling them. They are guests, but they also have their duties as guests.) I get the feeling that this may be a mite too superficial, of I'm just becoming such an untrustworthy jerk :) I hope when I say that the students may have been being treated like customers at a restaurant or a hotel, isn't true at all.

voiceless_singer

3 degrees

2008-11-01T23:09:00.000-07:00

No, not really.

I wanted to put burning, but that was kind of cliche and, well, I think you know what I mean....

(if you don't, well, that's ok too. To be honest, I don't really know myself sometimes. XD )

1: My first experience was by touching a caldera still on the stove.

Learned that lesson pretty quick. Now, those burns only happen if I'm too unfocused and forget to use pot holders, or if I accidentally touch the kitchenware (bump, trip, something to hold on to so I don't trip, etc.).

2: I didn't get burned, but I did get grounded once.

Young and curious, and wanting to do things by herself with no help whatsoever, I tried to remove a special night light thing. It had the appearance of a smiley. It was yellow, traditionally, but the marks that make up it's signature eyes and smile glowed purplish.

My sister or someone older (I can't recall), left the thingy in the socket. I was amused by how she was able to remove it and place it back again. I watched it a while, because it was glowing prettily. I grew a little concerned because it was really bright and there was no use for it now. I tried to remove it myself.

I tried removing it by pulling the entire smiley face. I wasn't strong enough, and I thought that if I continued to pull it this way, I might take the smiley off. I stopped and tried a different way. I decided to remove it by pulling it from the back. I felt around for the metal things behind the smiley. Suddenly, I felt my arm vibrating rapidly, and it was getting faster. I looked at my hand, focusing on getting the smiley off. The vibration was getting worse and my fingers began to feel hotter.

I grew alarm and just pushed the light out of the socket wall as hard as I could. It came off, and my hand stopped vibrating. I inspected it (my left hand), brought it closer to my face so I could see.

There was nothing there, but it was in a tense state (like when you're gripping something tight; that kind of tense). It was shaking less, and the numbness was also going away. After a while, it was as though nothing happened.

I never told my parents about it, I think.

And because of that, I became very keen on how I plug and unplug my plugs.

3: Eating hot and spicy food for the first time.

The hot food has happened so many times, I can't even remember when I first experienced that. Maybe it was the first time I tasted lugaw (porridge).

The spicy food was probably when I crushed a whole peppercorn in my mouth (whole peppercorns were called for in this dish; nilagang baboy I think).

4: Performing/reciting in front of people (this was in grade 4-5)

I sort of grew afraid of being wrong, and being relied on at this point (I think we can all relate).

The most severe I had experienced was that I was so nervous, my face was so warm and knees were shaking, and I couldn't feel anything from my hips below. When I stood up as it was my turn, I took a while because I think there was hardly any blood in my legs by then. My heart pounded and matched the throbbing in my head and temples.

That was only the first time. After that, similar experiences were easier to subside, OR I would only experience part of these symptoms. So, yeah, I still get nervous, but my reactions were not like these anymore (after you jump that particular hurdle, you get used to the rest of the other hurdles being there, right? :D )

5: The crushing thing.

My first was Aaron Carter. In that same year, I lost it. I was about Grade 5 when that happened.

After that, I had none for a long while...(unless you count anime characters) that was until the movie Happy Feet.

This song where I heard him first sing wasn't in the actual movie plot, but it was still part of the soundtrack.

Jason Mr.A-Z. But after a while, it disappeared.

Ok, ok, at the same time, I had one on a batchmate. It disappeared also in the same year though. My will power was stronger than I assumed it to be. XP

The next year, there was another one. Again it was on a batchmate. Though I only realized that it was a crush kind of late into the second quarter, it lasted until the year after that.

Later in the next year, I researched on Mr. A-Z and found out about his blog and his newest album.

My heart was all a flutter once again. ^-^ After I got those cd's, call me a fan girl :D

After a while, I kind of bored myself with his songs (Aww man! He's still a favorite artist of mine, though; right now, I have to distance myself from his songs to re-appreaciate them :)) )

In that following year, this year to be specific, I'm trying to stay away from it. I won't deny that sometimes I feel nervous around people but then I shouldn't confuse the liking them for who they are with the feeling that I have to impress them.

The latter, I realized was the cause of my last crush. So it wasn't really a crush at all, rather, an admiration (long story; even longer if I explain).

The burning sensation here is that my breath tightens, my face gets warmer and my voice changes pitch (although I won't be surprised if they hadn't noticed; I do my best to keep calm when I'm around them; and although I many look calm, my body isn't: heart beats faster [cheesy I know, but that's me :P ]).

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Things that have happened over the past week:

Flag cem by Potassium 2010 (Oct. 20, I conducted the PSHS Hymn. Unnerving, but it was alright, I guess.

My first kiss, and a new friend --- a grasshopper (had to let him go, though).

The person I've come to hate, is still the person I hate (-_-)

Whole week (Oct. 20-24) no elective because all our stuff were in the (insert proper adjective here) building. By the following week, we had our elective.

After two weeks of walking around campus with the class, I had gotten used to it. It more or less feels more pleasant and relaxing to be around the campus, and not just in the (insert proper adjective here) SHB.

I have been working on my story a little more. I think I've broken in to the third chapter. :P
- - - - - of course, there's more rereading and proof reading to be done. I hope readers won't mistake me for a Briton because of the spelling of some words (I'm too lazy to change the settings of the AutoCorrect and language preferences in MS Word).

Hmm... this pairing I seem to be incredibly in love with. I can't stop thinking about the two of them. I find it cute, but some might not. I find it to have a lot of potential, but some might have a view that they'll outgrow each others' personalities (as they grow up, of course). Oh well. Whatever. They're still cute, in my opinion.

Sano Seiichiro and Rinko Jerrard

(it's obvious you need to highlight, right? ^_^ \/ Peace! Don't get mad :D )
So here I end this post.

May more things happen so that I can post here more often. :D

-voiceless_singer

I was just wondering...

2008-10-26T00:37:00.000-07:00

How come we don't have a Golden Age, like all of the other countries' histories?

I mean, look at Mesopotamia. It was made up of three different states that fought over control, but they still had a period of time where arts, culture and self-development was concentrated on.

It's weird.

All you can see in our history is abrupt change from our agricultural base to a modern society.

We've never had a chance to evolve on our own. We were always influenced.

First, there were the Muslims, and the Chinese (sorry, hard to tell which came first). Then there were the Spanish. After which, the Britons, Americans, and the Japanese. We quickly were absorbed into their way of life because we were, in a sense, still a very young society and culture.

And now, we have grown immensely attached to what we've gone through, it seems tiring to change. It seems so much trouble to change the way we live, the way we think, and the way we act.

I wonder, then, if this, this trouble here right now, is it really all worth it?

Can't we make something better of it? Something that will benefit us and not our business partners (who make it look like we're just a dangling groupie to their company, always relying on THEM and not on OURSELVES); I'm sure it can be done.

I'll admit I have no idea what to do, for now. And to be honest, that keeps me in the quiet and inactive phase also.

But, I really REALLY want to see our country enter an Era of change. I want to see the Golden Era of the Philippines. I want to see us trying to change, and hopefully then, a change will come. I want to see expression we call our own. I want to see us make an impression, one that lasts. (No, I don't mean simple trivia; something more meaningful, like the way we study Asian History, and European History) I want the RP to make another notch in its timeline, one that will contribute to its majesty.

I don't want to sound full of myself, but sometimes, I feel that our Golden age has already begun, but because of a force, it's progress has become a roller coaster ride.

Most notably, and recently, the animated film Urduja, which is all-Filipino made, and all-Filipino voiced (I am so proud to say :D ) is a bright light in a dark cave.

There's that video game developed by Anino that role-plays a tribal man (Agila) or a woman (Maya) from the time the Spanish had just arrived in Visayas.

Also, let's not forget the comics developed by Mars Ravelo.

In addition, decades ago, there was an innovative artist by the name of Carlos V. Francisco (better known as "Botong Francisco").

And let's not forget the century of revolution that brought about the sense of nationalism, which in turn inspired many artists and writers.

For some reason, the track appears to be reaching it's end, slowing down and the excitement fades away, or maybe because of a particular attitude, no one bothers with it anymore.
Let me tell you a secret: in truth, the tracks aren't finished yet.

(And here come my metaphors)-----------

Little by little, it gets new tracks, and the reason we're pretty slow at it, is because it's being stopped by a particular force. My gut feelings says that money problems and trade busts are a reason (I want to say that there's more, but I can't put my finger on it).

This also brings me back to that abrupt change we experienced in the past.

Also, the new tracks I've spoken of, they in the hands of people who are afraid to put them on. I too get that feeling sometimes. When you know you have a talent, you're afraid to show it when the time comes. It's the lack in confidence in yourself (which I have plenty of, and so to say, I'm doing my best to get over it).

These people then usually stay in the quiet, also silently criticizing that they could have done a better job, or that there's a better way, something or other. But, when you ask these people to take an initiative, they turn away.

This quote I like very much:

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. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? 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's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

- Marianne Williamson

(edited to be more religion-safe)
This I got goosebumps from listening to (:D) . The movie I first heard this from is "Akeelah and The Bee" (2006).
She makes a point. Shrinking yourself won't just leave the problem on a standstill, waiting for you, it might even make it worse because it leaves a space. There is a possibility that less than adequate people will fit themselves in it, as it would be a possibility that it would remain empty.

I'd like to think that we weren't given the time to nurture ourselves, and just let someone else take care of us. In the process, they cared for us, but then left us relying on them. And after they'd left, leaving us with what they claimed to be the best leaders they could find for us, we were also left with a piece of them to remember them by: their surplus, their trade partners, their problems, and debts.

We ended up as business partners by history. I'm sad to say that we look like a sickly 8-year old who acts tough, and tries to stand on his own, but is in obvious need of so much help. And a child who has parents who only notice their him or her when his or her actions affect their reputation.

It's like we've been abandoned by our parents, but we also never grew up (in the same sense as maturing, and the wisdom, etc.).

My teacher made a point: we never stopped being a colony.

Those leaders they chose for us? They were the people who were like the strongest rope of chain to keep us bound to those countries, even though they have "turned us away".

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Another gut feeling tells me that we need a new kind of revolution.
Something more subtle, since it looks like we're all tired from always acting on a specific plan of action (I want to say that the recent rallies that were acted upon sounded quite predictable; I think our president can think it through and already send the enforcers to the area of rally).
Since there's not much going on so far, I think those rally leaders are trying to think up a way to fight back with a newfound force.

It's not going to be easy, but at least they're doing the smart thing: retreat and rethink.

That's the stuff: retreat to replan, revitalize and be ready.
In addition, I'd like to suggest that revitalize be included with re-convincing people, filling them with hope and knowledge.

Yeah, I think that's the most important thing there is (and also why some rallies tend to turn out as a flub).

Education is a must, if in change you will entrust.

- Chase June (that's me, btw)

I want to experience a cultural revolution. I want to live in it. I want to be part of it. Heck, maybe, I'll even be part of the initiators.

A cultural revolution; a Golden Age...

It'd be really neat. :D

(more to this later on; no time for now)

I also wonder if other countries out there have a timeline lacking in a Cultural and Educational Peak,or a Golden Age.

-voiceless_singer

Insignificant figure

2008-10-23T07:07:00.000-07:00

I meant to play a pun on the science subjects' insisting on having all the values in proper sig. fig's.
:))

Alright this post is primarily because I didn't realize the intensity of the feeling.

I can't define it clearly with just a word, because that would be too limiting, and people may get the wrong idea.

To say, I have to describe the feeling as small, supporting, copulative, or secondary even.

I really don't know, but sometimes, I feel that some people are sacrificing their wants for my sake. It makes me feel like a burden, despite the fact that these people are my friends.

That's another thing I have a problem with: trust.

Hopefully, third year will open my eyes, and my heart... and that part of the brain that keeps a list of people I can trust.

To be honest, some people on that list in that corner of my brain have been proving to be not trustworthy. Then again, it may just be that I'm impatient of so many things, that I tend to overestimate these people I trust. :P

My bad, I guess.

Anyways, this feeling I can compare to a man, his donkey and the donkey's load.

My friends are the man, and the donkey. I'm the load. :D

I don't mean to degrade myself (if I make it sound that way at least), but it's the guilt.

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To add, I've been feeling guilt over things I shouldn't be.

It shouldn't be a shame to like someone, right?

It shouldn't be a shame to make a mistake, right?

It shouldn't be a shame to post stuff like this, knowing it may be hard to understand, or people find it biased, right?

(great XD it started to pile up)

Nah, just kidding. I am still learning how to be the person that I'm meant to be. And, everyone knows that trees take time to grow big, tall and strong, I have to experience the elements first, take in life and put it to good use.

So my life's check list is pretty incomplete, right now:

I haven't done a crazy stunt.

I haven't fallen in love, yet. (well, maybe music and music styles can be accounted for, in that aspect)

I haven't painted a collection yet.

I haven't published a comic yet (web or magazine or other media).

Et Cetera

Oh yeah... I haven't finished school yet. XD

Back to the point, this feeling of mine has got to go, soon. I've just relearned to trust in the Lord again. I'm still learning to trust others of my kind (no offense; my life is just screwed because when my feeling of trusting others reaches its peak, something stupid happens and that feeling quickly drops).

This kind of short post is here for me to vent out my problems about trust.

It's quite big, and I don't know how to chip it away.

-_-

It's like a chronic disease, reaches a peak, drops to safe levels, etc.

- voiceless_singer

Thoughts for the Thoughtful to Think Through Thoroughly

2008-10-21T07:12:00.000-07:00

Hmm. That title came out as a surprise, actually.

I'd never thought I'd be able to write a decent tongue twister.

Believe me, I've tried, and failed miserably since my word bank was still new and had very few investments.

Thought number 1:

Is it hard to avoid having to confront an evil that you think is the most evil of all evils?

Making more sense, I mean that aren't there times when you think a person might just be the Cruella De Vil of your life?

I don't know if it's developed, or genetic, but with what I've experienced so far, I was really starting to get used to this person.
Then the person goes off and blows my mind like a shot gun at close range.

My head didn't stop hurting even until I got home after that incident. Heck, during lunch, I got a nose bleed. Quite unusual since I don't have the chronic type of nose bleed, more of the induced one. (I broke my record of being nose bleed-free at about Grade 3 or 2).

Just a short story about my past.

All the students in my kindergarten class has had experienced a nosebleed. Some of them, sadly during school. First, I was scared. I thought for something like that to happen, some hard blow on the face, or the nose was in order. Whatever it was, I thought it had to hurt.

Later on, I found out that it was caused by clots in the nose, or a too quick change in temperature outside (causing a conflict with the temperature in the body; some people got nose bleeds during warm or hot days back at the old school).

Back to the present:
The person, and I am sorry to say, still has my bad side. I can't show it though; that would be rude.

Thought number 2:

I shouldn't have opened my mouth about a cookie.

Yes, and if you're reading this Aveline, I mean it. I regret saying "anymore" during out conversation.

You're too good with analyzing people's words. I guess I'll have to do better at making them more vague. :)) No offense, but I like to keep my privacy first.

Actually, I'm not even sure what I'm going to talk about here anymore. It's burdening because I think about it too much.

I should take the advice I was given: think about it less.
I guess this person was right. I don't have to add extra burdens when there are things I know I want at present.

The thing is.... I can't stop thinking that I want other things too. And then I contradict myself saying I won't need those extra stuff. And that's where the burden of not knowing comes to play.

(sigh)

I wish some one could just tell me what I need. Then, I could focus on that, and not so much on the freedom of choosing for myself what I'd like.

-_-

It's not that I oppose freedom, but I lack the experience to be able to decide what I really want.

Lucky for others who have experienced more stuff, earlier than I have; they're more determined and know what's coming to them.

I live in an idealistic world; a fantasy, you might say.
However, my bubble is transparent. I can see the real world for what it is, and what happens out there. The problem is, I can't imagine myself outside my bubble, moreover breaking it and escaping, and experiencing the real world.

Thought number 3:

I'm sorry
I did not mean
To hurt my little girl
It's beyond me
I cannot carry
The weight of a heavy world
So goodnight, goodnight
goodnight, goodnight
goodnight, goodnight
goodnight, goodnight
goodnight, I hope that things work out all right...

- Maroon 5, Goodnight, Goodnight (It Won't Be Long Before Soon)

Alright, the point of that was well, because I've gotten hooked to the song for some odd reason.

...

I'm not emo! I'm just rediscovering songs. :D

Fine, but don't judge me. The tune's pretty cute.

There's always something about the past that you can never let go. You'll live better just remembering it, and not dwelling in it. It's like digging up old projects from when you were a little kid, or maybe even a baby book of yourself.

It's always fascinating to learn about history.

I apologize to those who find their history beyond hope and dismal. I really am, but I'd prefer hearing stories for the sake of the events and the feeling, not to encourage bad reviews, biased opinions, and other nonsense to that effect. Knowledge for knowledge's sake, you know? But I'd also like to add that there is a limit, that is, deciding when it's really difficult to tell, difficult to explain, etc. there goes the saying:

There are just some things man was never meant to know.

Yeah, sorry, I can't quote that because I don't know who said it first.

Thought number 4:

Food is inviting. Food gets everyone together, generally speaking. (then again, I like to believe this, and you might not)

As much as I want to be allergy-free in order to enjoy all the tastes and cooking styles out there , I am not.
(although I have to say this is a lie because my palette isn't the true adventurous type; it's picky with the ingredients, but not the style of cooking. I think I can still appreciate the different culinary styles)

Thought number 5:

I don't know why, but I find myself opposite many people around me.

If I am too sensitive, there are those who are too insensitive.

If there are others who are one thing, I find myself to be a complement of such (or too much of a complement).

If there are others who are loud, I am the quiet one.

If there are others who are the center of attention, I am the side lines, being the support.

If there are others who are laid back, I become the responsible one.

Basic adaptation, I guess; I mean, anyone can easily switch between any two opposite behaviors, depending on the situation.

It's all about finding your place, or making it yourself.

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I'd like to end here. Good bye for now. The day's events were at the first and second Thoughts. Think more of them if you like, but take the advice I learned: don't burden yourself with unnecessary worries.

For Pete's sake it's only a blog post. :)

- voiceless_singer

News of the week

2008-10-16T04:27:00.000-07:00

MondaY - Why the capital Y? It's because it stands for "Yey!" or "Yahoo" or whatever Y-starting interjection there is that expresses joy. Oct. 13 was the day of our Camia outing!

w00t!

Anyway, today was pretty surprising for me. We had 15 people come! The last outing to a mall was sort of small. But this was an improvement.

We watched Tropic Thunder and I had the guts to try out some new games at the two-part Time Zone. (I'm still in awe that the mall had two Time Zones; one was smaller though, but still. And I have a souvenir) :D

Currently, I am trying to master Guitar Hero, Luvly Merry Go Round, Intermediate.

Call me a loser for trying so hard and only at the intermediate, but I've never played a guitar before, so when you try to play along with the song, it's hard. I've only found out that guitarists and bassists are actually quite the masters, since their chords change sometimes, at the times anyone can be caught unawares. For example, you have the beat in mind, and then there's the singer. The guitarist plays along with the singer, OR the bassist plays a complimentary melody to the melody of the singer and or guitarist. It's sometimes hard to pay attention to that part since it's being over powered by the singer and or guitarist or both. (XD)

Tuesday - Day spent at home: What was it that I did? Well, not much, since I fell sick. The day was spent recovering.

It's kind of strange to wake up and feel that your skin is like paper. And whenever you run your palm over your arm... it's... o_o ... it kind of hurts too...

Being sick is no fun, but I still used the computer anyway.

I wouldn't want to post why I was sick, but I think it had something to do with yesterday.

Anyway, I typed down most of my story today. I hope to post it soon. It's a pairing of Sano and Rinko.

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Oh yeah! I woke up and found no one was home, save the maids, and I think my sister was asleep too.

So about 9:30-10:00 am I went down for breakfast.
Since I wasn't feeling well, and breakfast was the usual meat, eggs and rice, I decided it would be best if I ate fruit this morning.

I grabbed a banana and had the last apple in the fridge sliced for me. I drank a glass of milk and peeled the banana for eating. The apples came later.

I was watching TV, when suddenly, something fell from my hand (the hand that was holding the banana). I turned and looked and saw it had landed on the unused plate.
I looked and my became wider than sky.

"Did it just squirm?"

I blinked to be sure. It was.

A maggot was in the banana I was holding.

*twitch*twitch*twitch*

I looked at my hand, and my eyes wandered over to part of the banana peel I was holding. Just before the ... (ugh) maggot fell from my ...........(double ugh) hand, I had used the spoon to scoop out a bruised part (something I learned from my mom). I wondered if it was in the bruised part and had managed to squirm out in time before getting squished by the scooping.

I felt I couldn't waste the banana, but it was just too wrong.

To save the banana, I had taken the peel off entire, before I might run into other pests.

Then I pieced the banana off before eating that particular piece (with my hands, mind you; not the spoon or the fork).

It was safe; there were no tunnels or overly soft parts of the banana meat. I then wondered if there was anything in the peel. I put that in the back of my mind and gently placed the maggot (who was trying to squirm away) on the peel. It stayed put. I guess it had eaten other things first. (it was SO BIG already... D: ... about as long as nail on my pinky, and that's about 7-8 mm)

Other bananas had been taken before I took that particular one. So I guess this maggot had grown, and fed off the broken stalks of other taken ones.

Before throwing the peel, I was in a dilemma: kill or not to kill?

I finally decided that it shouldn't waste more of our food by being given a chance to reproduce so I squished it in between the banana peel before throwing the peel out.

No comments.

WednesdsaY - The captial Y here is for Yawn. There wasn't much to do today, but I continued the story and GIMPed more linearts for future coloring and posting...

I also argued with myself whether or not I should get rid of GIMP and use Photoshop or use both (the thing at stake: my RAM capacity).

At least I finished a book a friend of mine recommended for me to read over the week. But let me tell you, it was strangely funny. The romance part of the book reminded me so much of the other romance genre fanfiction I have read. Down to the words, even, but what these fics lacked, was meaning behind all of those. And that's why books like these deserve more praise than fanfiction that just happen to have the events many people like. And if you, friend, are reading this now, thanks. : D It was a very sweet story.

The book is Firebrand, by Susan Wiggs.

I also wrote a little more of my story and revived my account at fanfiction a little.

I'm even more deteremined to finish and publish this fanfiction I'm writing right now. And, it would be the first I would publish. (lol for me!)

Thurday - One more day until the three-day retreat. I'll be retreating from writing, from drawing, and from music to be spiritually retreated.

Well, maybe not. :))

I should, but I'm not. :D I'll need something to do while on the bus, and during the times when we don't have much to do.

I'm looking forward to being able to wake up early and watch the sunrise.

Not that I can't do that on my own at my house, but the view is much more dramatic where I'm going. Besides, it gives one a feeling that you're not where you usually are. That's a sort of freedom, but it puts you in all awares. You're not around familiar stuff anymore, so you're more inclined to look around, and really take in everything.

At least that's what I think. And it's pretty fun to think that way, sometimes.

Maybe you should try it sometimes. It'll take you out of your mind. :D

Well, tomorrow, I'll be in Tagaytay, South of MetroManila, and more or less by a slope or in the mountains.

The mountains rock! They're the guards and lords of whatever's at their feet.

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One more thing, DO NOT EVER FORGET (EVER!) to READ the instructions of a soy milk carton. It will save you from a/n nth long time of pain and fear of the stuff.

Let me relate: One morning, I decided to open the soy milk carton that was left overnight in the fridge. The expiration date was a year away, and so there was nothing to fear, right?

In my haste, I immediately pulled the tab and poured a glassful (this glass was about 4.5-5" in length, and the diameter was about 2.5 inches at the mouth, and the base was 1.5+ or 2"; I guess I poured about 350 mL) and drank it.

Seconds later I went to the nearest sink and was washing my mouth off with the running water: the back of my mouth and the start of my throat was burning.

The milk in my glass was pretty odd colored, darker than usual, actually, there was no milkiness to it. I dumped it into the sink.

The soy milk was surely to blame. I checked the expiration date. It was still fine.

I then thought I forgot to shake it properly. I shaked it this time, and poured myself a new glass, hoping it would turn out ok.

The stuff looked creamier now, and so I drank a little. The burning sensation came back anyway.

I went back to the sink and washed my mouth off, and dumped the milk, again.

I checked the ingredients, thinking that I might have developed an allergy. Nothing was familiar to me, except the Carageenan. But then I thought, wasn't that seaweed or something? Surely not the allergen.

-_-

I was at a loss, and in prayer, I hoped I didn't cause fror the allergy to develop because of my lack of intuition that time.

(sigh) The next day I tried, but no avail. It still burned.
I vowed to stay away from the stuff until that inflammation sensation cooled down.
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Now I can say it wasn't an allergic reaction, because I didn't itch, and I didn't struggle for breath.

I guess there was a really strong acid or base substance in the soy milk that doesn't settle, but possibly in the water the soy milk is mi, that if you didn't shake the contents before opening and drinking, it gave you the burning sensation.

- voiceless_singer

This is a day of my life

2008-10-04T04:40:00.000-07:00

The title for today's post is a rip off of songs bearing a similar one - but I was thinking of Queen's song, "These are the Days of Our Lives."

Firstly, I would like to comment on Miranda Crosgrove's series on Nickelodeon, iCarly.

The show pretty much shocked me with its liberalism. I think it even goes back to the show "Drake and Josh," where I thought I heard wrong when Megan said "Oh my God."
Not that it's a bad thing at present times, but there's a little something that rattles me.

Okay, maybe I'm overreacting because it is a teen's show, but so far, it's been clean of many swears and curses from what I've watched before. (That was just a few years back)

I guess the times are changing, and the newer generation would appreciate this more. How, I can't really say.

So back to iCarly. First the show struck me as a little cliched; I mean you have a goody-goody and a little less than clueless side-kick of a friend, and a techno-wiz other friend who butts heads with the side-kick. And of course, the "wacky artist brother."

Carly is a little insensitive, but she has a good head on her shoulders. She can be childish, which leads to the problems, but then she becomes mature and solves them on her own. Sometimes I think Carly is a little too rash about her actions (for anything, good or selfish reasons).

Maybe I haven't watched the show enough to say what her character really is, but it's very liberal.

As for the best friend, I'm getting hints of how her family is and so it's easy to understand the personality she has. And the techno-wiz, a little too much in love with his tools of the trade. It's not a bad thing, but sometimes, he's just, you know, like a pole. He's just there for the purpose of having a camera man and someone to pick on or talk about.

And I've noticed: Carly and Sam do most of the talking.

Her brother, I'd say, is really troubled. Most of the bad things happen to his art works and whenever he does something, it's another cause of problems that occur in the episode's plot.

Watching the show gives me a feeling that I should watch out for more...things I find unusual about it.

Not to be mean and biased toward the producers and creators, by the way.

I'll stop now, before I cause flames to fill this up.

I want to say sorry to avid viewers and fans of iCarly when I talked about the show, and if in any way I offended you.

Oh, and something interesting I found out. This first came from my little brother when we were watching the music video of "Leave it All to Me."

Pay attention to the lyrics and tell me if it doesn't a wee bit Christian, in some way.

My little bro said that himself: "she's using the words in the Bible."

Think what you like, but I find it kind of ... interesting, in way.

Also, listen to "Stay My Baby"

The lyrics remind me so much of something a sermon about forgiveness.

:D

Just a little tidbit.

Also, please visit the link list over to your right. Take the level 4 True Friend Test. :D

Create your own Friend Test here

-voiceless_singer

Egg Tossed

2008-09-29T16:46:00.000-07:00

It's not just the game we played, but

*thinks*

Okay, yeah, I had no other idea for a better title. :D

Monday, Sept. 29, also Ianne's birthday, we played a game of egg toss, the class of Potassium that is.

The rules were simple. Our Adviser, Mr. Chuckie Fer Calsado, would tell the partnered people to line up into two lines facing each other. The eggs were readied on one line while the partners prepared to catch it on the other. On his signal, one line (technically 15 students, but that day we started with 14 because a pair hadn't brought eggs for themselves) threw the egg at their respective partners.
Of course this goes without saying, but yells filled the air to create a joking, but false sense of emergency: "I dropped the egg!" sort of yell.

What was hilarious was the people had made themselves.... ok... let me say it this way:

Nagpaka-OT sila.

It wasn't hard to laugh at them, or at least smile a little because of their tom-foolery (apologies for using this particular phrase with regards to anyone reading this whose name happens to be Tom).

Some tosses were criticized (in a joking manner of course; our class is like that, full of jokes) because the egg fell, but didn't crack. They were being teased that it was hard boiled (not allowed, you see).

The winner was decided because of an egg toss gone wrong: one of the last two teams tossed the egg and it had broken on impact of the partner's hand, causing a spray of yolk and egg white to splatter on his hair. (Hey new gel! Just don't let it get cooked in your hair :D )

We shared, or actually, we invaded a part of the field which was being used by 3 Rb too (they were playing agawan base at first, then soccer).

That day was pretty easy going. Mostly no classes because the teachers wanted us to prepare for the perio.

I said to myself, I have to study.

I got home quite early that day, around 3. Much earlier than my usual 4:30 or 5 pm arrivals.

Sad to say, I goofed off by the time I got home. Where I was supposed to be studying Chem and re-reading The Kitchen God's Wife, I played a game on my sister's DS. I thought I needed to relax a few. Okay, so I did.

I told myself 30 minutes.

You know how times flies when you're having fun, right? Well time flew by, really fast. It was already about to be 4.

I stopped playing and removed the following from my everyday school bag:

Scrapbook (for Health Project)

Chemistry 2 notebook

A costume I was to wear for my English Elocution (which didn't pull through that Monday)

My sketch pad

I got some reviewers for Chem. I tried solving some of them, but right at the first problem, I fell asleep.

I dreamt something strange. Something you're really not going to want to find out (but to give a little bit of something, it was somehow kind of opposite the situation in The Kitchen God's Wife, the situation involving Winnie and Wen Fu, that is).

I woke up and saw it was time for dinner: 6pm.

Great, I said, I still haven't figured the problem out yet.

I went down to dinner and I was really tempted to just stay downstairs.

Too bad. My conscience got the better of me (well at least it's being active now [pls. refer to the LJ of "reflector-of" for more on this]).

I got to my room and tried the problems again. I actually got it this time round. Seeing the time, I decided to take a bath before continuing anything.

Once more I was tempted to stay in the bathroom. But that would be wasting water, my mind said. That would be wasting your time, my mind said.

Actually, even after the bath (which I thought would wake me up), I was still distracted. And by what this time?
MUSIC

I recently (within last week) downloaded some songs and I have been playing them again and again with my iPod, with the laptop, and so I got caught up in singing some of them. I actually spent more time trying to remember the lyrics than trying to understand Chem.

Around 7:30 pm, I went online because I was supposed to receive an email from a classmate; pictures for the scrapbook in Health. I kept the laptop running as I took a bath and studied.

And to add to that, I was getting sleepy again. I was only halfway through the chemistry book until I found myself talking to Anton. We were hired by these people (I really don't know) to clean statues of this park after hours. Some people snuck in and were HHWWNMPSSP (Holding-hands-while-walking-na-may-pa-sway-sway-pa). I don't know who they were either, but their presence somehow was causing more dew to form on the statues, giving us a harder time to clean them off. As I was on my break already and about to get coffee inside the office, I remembered chemistry (the coffee granules and water), and then I woke up.

I woke up and found myself still at the page talkng about collecting vapor over water. I went over to the laptop and saw there was no e-mail yet.

I then remembered I was to look at sparknotes.com for a reviewer on The Kitchen God's Wife. (Aveline, if you're reading this, I DID read the book. Nyah :P). I even cleared up some stuff I didn't understand. To add, I got a perfect score on the quiz (then again, anyone could have perfected that quiz just by reading the chapters until the war the was over). I thought I was just going to the site to leave it there as I went back for Chem. Nevermind, I read the whole site anyway. So by 8. 20 or was that 9, I finished studying for English.

I went back to chem, but soon feel asleep again, trying to solve the multiple choice questions. The dream now involved some anthropomorphic frog and cat people, and Jim Hawkins from Treasure Planet (still one of the most awesomest movies made by Disney; the animation, "oil painting" or whatever it was termed, was to die for; oh and the rewrite on the story so that it was a futuristic era was kewl too). I was sort of in the mind of Jim. He was being told that he needed to do something, but I was sure he didn't want to. the anthro characters were the ones telling him off. He locked himself up in a room and prepared stuff: looks like he was going to run away or something. But then infront of me were two Jims. That was odd, but one looked like a negative (color-wise) version and another was in a burned shade. They were arguing whether or not Jim should leave. I guess they were his conflicting ideas. They came to a conclusion and said something about a worm hole through a cabinet door. After that I woke up because Jim had forced this way through the door and was about to enter the worm hole.

Okay, so I said, back to chem. Looking at the clock, I was mad at myself for taking breaks. 10 pm and still not finished with chem. I was supposed to be finished within 2 hours or so, but I guess the late-night sleeping time last Sunday carried over to last night.

I stayed up until 3.45 am because at 10, my classmate had sent the pictures, I finished Chem, and I computerized my contribution to the Health project. All in that order.

Okay. Sleep time. Dream time was more pleasant when I was at my parent's room.

I woke up a few hours later (5.30 am). I readied myself for school but then there came a knock on my door. My maid was saying that there was a fire in PSHS.

0_0

I got a towel and sat by the stairs (just enough to see the tv, while still sitting on the stairs).

The news was saying PSHS had a fire.

It's hard not to think about what caused it though.

As I watched the video show familiar halls and floors and walls, coupled with smoke and firefighters in black, yellow and red, some thoughts ran into my mind:

- STR project gone awry?

- Maybe the caff? (seriously, the line from our play ran through like bullet train: "A cooking fire gone awry?" but the feeling wasn't sarcasm or humorous in anyway, more of fearful)

- Surely something wooden is burning..(?)

I heard the reporter say that it was in the 2nd floor, particularly the Registrar's office.

I was puzzled... why there? The computer over heated? Or was it something else?

The reporter announced that Mrs. Salac, the CISD chief said classes were suspended and the exams moved.

I was relieved we get more time to study, but the want to know what, why and how filled me with anxiety instead.

When my parents asked me to make sure of what I heard, they said that since the registrar's office was affected, the test papers would be ... poof!

There was no reason for us to come to school, and they are investigating the place today. (Fire happened in 2 am)

That actually hadn't crossed my mind, to be honest. I was more worried about te stuctural integrity of the SHB. Questions like: would we still be able to use the building? Will it weaken the other floors? Would we still be allowed to jump up and down the 3rd floor with out worry that the

I don't know. I guess I forgot about the tests in hopes that the school will still be functional.

Odd, no? I mean, it's really odd of me to think that way, and not remember about what I stayed up incredibly late for, and basically not care about my grade, the pure essence of being a student, the only goal I have at present?

Maybe I'm just being overly dramatic by saying that.

Sorry. What I meant was, it really is quite odd of me not to realize that the registrar may have been targeted in order to postpone the tests.....

Suspicious? But that's just my theory.

I've become quite untrustworthy of others recently. Maybe it's because I overestimate them, then end up with a bunch of -average-goal-seekers- for groupmates. Yeah, probably my fault for dreaming too big at times (there is a time and place, but it seems there's no room for that kind of dreaming here in Pisay, unless it's practical big-dreaming of course, not the artistic sort).

>_o

Oh yeah, before I forget: read this post. (Sir Martin's view on this) It's probably why I'm feeling a little thoughtful today.

-voiceless_singer

Well What Did You Know

2008-09-26T06:31:00.000-07:00

I forgot to add that I received a scratch from the velcro of my jacket one day.
That day was Wednesday....

It felt like I was bitten by and bug, and so did many others who I asked about what it looked like.
Completely different from what I had imagined to be, which is a streak or two along my cheek.

We were also having a Bio Long test that day. Isn't that strange? It was also about the immune system (which is one a favorite topic of mine, though I am not fully or wholly knowledgeable about it, like my other studious classmates)

Ever since last year when my Bio 1 teacher, Sir Espinas, explained how the immune system knows what's foreign and what's not, I thought of the cells that make up the us humans were like archives of the past.

I mean, think about it.

Our white blood cells must have had their knowledge passed down to them from generations and generations, years, and millions and billions of years of learning and increasing more memory to their genes.

I mean, they also have the capacity to "remember" the pathogen, these lymphocytes.

I don't know if there's a library whose archives match that of the lymphocytes' general memory.

Ah.

- voiceless_singer

the pseudotitle

2008-09-25T19:16:00.000-07:00

Today, there is an elocution I must perform..

Nervous yeah

And there's also that Chem practical test...

Nervous times two..

Nothing much else to say except I gave a gift to a friend whose birthday is 6 days after today.

Fellow blogger meerko says I should say:

HOOORAY.

Ok bye now
:D

Just a filler post

2008-09-24T03:38:00.000-07:00

Today I talk of many a random thing.

This to begin, I should say, was quite disturbing,
and is actually late with regards to the date.
This was really, quite long ago you see.
The date, I should say, September 6th, not the 8th

After the card giving, some students needed to present their parents to their teachers. I was not in that situation, but I still had to stay after the events because I had told my parents that I was to stay until I was needed.

Even most of Himig Agham who were going to present had gone home or to the dorm to clean up after the family day and prepare for the presentation later at 6 or so.

Imagine 4-5 hours of doing nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

I had idiotically forgot my bag of hobbies (I left it in the car, because I thought it would weigh me down because I already brought my bag of clothes to change to, and that bag was already large). I thought I wouldn't need that bag anymore since it would feel like a weekday, carrying so much stuff, etc. I didn't want that feeling during family day. Come on, it was a Saturday for Pete's sake, and I still carry a hollow block weighted bag? Not going to happen.

So there, I left it in my dad's car (he brought me along, but had to leave early).

I didn't eat because, well, there was nothing to buy (save the fresh fruit juice stand in front of the gym). I told myself I shouldn't sleep because it was a public place, and I wasn't one to easily fall asleep if I knowthe situation (e.g. I try my best not to fall asleep in church or during a lecture either). I just sat in a shaded part of the stone seats in the front lobby and watched the students go to and fro, here and there, from the gym and back, around the oval and some students coming or going to the SHB to meet the teachers.

I spent a good long time just staring at the clouds and such. They were awfully grey, and it was a little windy too.

After a good hour or more of just watching some students playing with the suction cup-studded ball and the catching disc, I decided that I would need something to eat, not just to pass the time, but to also have something in my stomach before the presentation.

Off I went to the gym. And while I was walking back to my shaded place in the stone bench, I noticed cameras on the field. Three of them to be exact. I looked around to see what they were filming. Certainly not the students, I hoped. Some students had the courage and approached the camera men, obviously wanting to know what it was they were filming. I walked on ahead but looked warily at them , because they seemed to be following where I was headed. I looked around to see what else they were filming. Looking up, I saw a helicopter quite high in the sky. I looked again at the field and saw that there was a strange arrangement of bright neon flags.

Jumping

I looked up, though it was straining, in hopes to catch one of the parachuters while doing their jump.

Something came from the plane.

Not a jumper, but a ribbon-like thing, of sorts. I guess it was to determine the direction of the wind in order for the jumpers to know where and when to jump off.

I walked on ahead, and seeing as there was nothing happening yet, I just sat at my corner and stared out into the field.

An hour, or possibly less, had passed and my drink (the largest size they had) was almost finished (except for the pulpy part).

Lo and behold, I met two comrades. We chatted a short while (they were in the situation I mentioned before, but I wasn't part of). After such, something was going on in the field. A small crowd gathered and were looking up into the sky. We also looked up in the sky.

Tick-tock-tick-tock OH! Look! Some one jumped off!

There were five of them in the first wave.

The first one made it and landed right where he should. All of us watching clapped our hands, although we all agreed his descent was scary. The winds were blowing a little harder than usual and so that parachuter was swinging left and right, controlling his parachute and grappling the winds with it. Bravo for the great control and for the precision in landing on the spot. The other two jumpers after that landed under better conditions, although they didn't land on the target. One even had to roll on the ground because he fell a little too fast.

One other jumper was blown off course. He remained in the air for the longest time (around 5 minutes and the wind didn't blow him in any direction at all, except father from the field. The crowd waited to see what would happen to the man. His air time was impressive, although he needed a flat clear ground to land. He was headed for the road and some jokes were made about him landing there, and the trouble it would cause. I reasoned that if the wind was taking him else where, he would do his best to try and land in the cleared land behind the street lined with squatter's living places, right across PSHS. I hoped he landed safely.

After a while, I was alone again, with the pulp of what used to be my juice, and the crowd dissipitating. A few minutes of munching on the pulp, trying to make the most of what was left of the juice, the second wave of jumpers arrived. Five again. I didn't bother to go to the oval to watch anymore since I had a pretty clear view of the place from where I sat. Again, most of them landed off the target.

I decided that maybe it was alright to sleep, since there was virtually no one around. And, besides, I was already too sleepy to care. As the third wave had begun their descent, I grabbed my bag and went to a bench and table that faced away from the sun, but had a great ventilation.

I was able to sleep for about hour or so I think.

Then, I awakened by the sound of something loud.

At first I thought I was dreaming, but I saw the purple of my bag, the green of the table, and the leaves of the plants were swaying. What did you know, I looked toward the field and saw the grass becoming oddly swayed. The sound was getting louder and the grass leaned even more.

The helicopter was landing.

Some dust was swept along by the current the propellers were making and got into my eyes. I squinted to watch as the twirly bird landed in the middle of the field. I went up and saw as many people gathered around. I saw that they were taking pictures. Ma'am Sagucio passed by and I from her I heard that Ma'am Caintic had their picture taken "riding" the helicopter.

I tried to go back to sleep, but two other friends woke me up. By that time it was already 4 pm or so. They sat on the same bench and I listened to them talking about how the twirly bird uses its fuel to power the propellors.

Later the twirly bird took off, but with less dust in the air. With nothing much to talk about, one of them pulled out their game console and I watched them play a virtual fighting game, the latest (well in my knowledge) installment of that particular game series. Well, what did you know, that time with people to talk to was pretty short-lived: as soon as one had to go, the other said he had to go as well.

At least I can go back to sleep.

And I slept nicely for a while, only to wake up 30 minutes later. I couldn't sleep anymore. Good thing a Himig member found me. Now I had someone to wait with.

END of that pulled out memory...

This time I seek, and speak my mind
What troubles me, my thoughts unwind
Toward a book, a plot with no sense
Was retold and with more excitement to effervesce

This book is entitled, "Looking Glass Wars", by Frank Beddor.

It's a cute, more mature twist on Alice and Wonderland. Mature here means no malice, for the book was under Teen Fiction. It's just a deviation from the story "Through the Looking Glass", by Lewis Carroll.

It seems there are official books that are like fanfiction. I mean, surely you've heard of "Wicked", a novel that tells the history of the Wicked Witch of the (please correct me) East from the popular tale of "The Wizard of Oz."

And I also saw a book entitled with the subtitle "[The History of] Rett Butler's People."

Anyway, "Looking Glass Wars" has a sequel out already, "Seeing Redd." This title only makes sense if you have read the first one. Currently, I am waiting for the third to complete the trilogy.

And in addition, I found it a bore to keep up with books that are more than one. I like a good novel, but seems anything more than a fourth book in a series can bore me of the plot already. That's why I'm attracted to trilogies. I think the only books I have that goes beyond three are the following:

"Harry Potter"

"A Series of Unfortunate Events"

"Artemis Fowl" (though I haven't read these yet)

"Haddix's Shadow Children series" (still not complete though)

And if you count japanese manga as a book too: "Mushishi"(I have the 5th volume already)

Alright, so the books I'm after are more or less I'd like to be instant classics, Newberry (or at least some kind of) Award-winners, and based on the authors of those books, I look for more books written by them that falls in the genre I like (this is subjective).

I like recommended books. I mean the reason I found "Looking Glass Wars" was because I saw it in the Top 12 reads in the 5-floor Fully Booked. Scholastic publishes interesting books (for the child at heart, the real child, and the just plain childish) and that's where I found Haddix's Shadow Children Series ( I began with "Among the Enemy"). And Lois Lowry became a favorite author why? Because of "The Giver" which was required in my first year at PSHS. And then when I learned of the companion books, I simply had to get them.

Still my most favorite trilogy (if she likes to call it that) of all times. (And is actually the only one I've completed)

Trilogies soon to finish (collect):

"Garth Nix: Sabriel (check), Lirael, Abhorsen"

"Inheritance Trilogy: Eragon (which, I am ashamed to say, I have not yet read), Eldest (it sits there, waiting to be opened), Eriseigner (is this right?)"

"Looking Glass Wars"

A hobby that I shamelessly show
And I am sure that most of you know
A pencil and eraser are companions of mine
With paper always at my side, every time

That is, unless they've invented a better way to create classic art (I mean to say art done by using the classic media of pencil, paper, paint, charcoal, etc.) with out wasting resources.

I know Photoshop and the Tablet work well for some people, but it's still considered digital art, no matter how much it looks like classic art.

This talks about how I'd love to master so many things at once that I never get anything done at all.

Ah, the irony of it all. Potential exists but is cultivated the wrong way.

I have not graduated from pencils to charcoal and fountain pen (I've tried quick-drawings using an Artline Marker on rough drawing paper, but I became too fearful of the ink I would waste and the paper I wouldn't be able to use for my pencil drawings).

I haven't learned sacrifice all that well yet, because this sacrifice is ironic because of the fact you spend more to improve your skills.

Long story short, I am stingy with pencils and pastels and paper. I try to limit myself to draw impulsive drawings on scratch paper, knowing that I will recycle them into something else. Then again, I've reset that limit to a sketch pad I call "forbidden" because they're not worthy to show to other people's eyes.

I'm also trying to teach myself to draw more consistently. I aspire to have a comic as a side job or a hobby I can (hopefully) sell. After seeing the works of Filipino artists (the creator of Darna, Diyesabel, Capt. Barbel, etc.) and their style, I know I have much to improve on. And because I was born in the city, and not the Luzon Province of Artists (Botong Francisco's origin), Laguna, Rizal, etc. my inferiority complex has compelled me to believe that my style is, again, not fully developed as of yet. I still practice, but I wonder what drawing fan art will get me?

And in a generation where CG has more appeal toward the masses, an unpracticed person such as I can't get proper criticism. Maybe it's just because I post in what appears to be a fan-populated art displaying website. Or maybe I'm just confused as to who I'm aiming my artwork at.

Woah, my thoughts are muddle
Like mud in a puddle
Like a spike ball you can't cuddle
Cross a football home team huddle
And like those words are all a fuddle

-voiceless_singer

Talking to yourself

2008-09-20T03:50:00.000-07:00

I've read somewhere that the person you talk to the most, for the entirety of you life is yourself.

Don't deny it. Sometimes we find ourselves talking to ourselves, right?

It's sort of a taboo since people don't talk about it much, and they already understand the topic, without having to be reminded or asked.

When at home and on my own I read a book or take a look at my notes or written quotes.

Yes it rhymes, and I don't mind.

I hope that you don't either. :))

Okay, so when I'm in my room, I usually do the following:

Draw

Read

Sleep

(not in any particular order)

I draw whatever I feel like drawing. If there's no object in particular, I try to think up a short comic. If nothing good comes into my head, I usually end up falling asleep trying to think of one.

If that's not the case I either become responsible and read my notes for lessons, do my homework or even try writing a little something myself. Then again, I also tend to end up falling asleep if I think about something too much.

And in between everything else, I talk to myself. (if not singing, that is; if that happens, I criticize my own singing then)

Here are a few somethings I have said to myself:

"Uncarved block my foot; I don't even know what shape I am."

"Affording a Ford, eh?"

"To rhyme is a crime? I'll end up a mime. And if I do time, my doubts I will climb."

"Why am I imagining Sir Lim as Jimmy Louie?"

"Jimmy Louie is such a romantic; I can only imagine the cuteness of the two of them, Weili and Jimmy."

"Mushi are such out creative ideas. They're lessons that experiencing life teaches you, only brought to life."

"Wow. I didn't realize I had natural highlights. (feels full of herself)"

"And now the truth comes out." (taken from Monsters Inc. actually)

"What movie changed the whole way Disney movies are now?...Was it Emperor's New Groove?"

"Ahh the Disney Classics...You can never forget 'em."

"Roger and Anita are so adorable together. And their names... pure nostalgia."

"So many movies I've watched when I was a kid are all the more meaningful with my point of view as of now."

"People who made Avatar: The Last Airbender should be a little more careful with how they draw." And if some people haven't seen what I saw, then they'll have a small understanding of a probably (and just as equally disturbing) new shipping with Azula and Katara. (shudders)"
NOTE - I don't mean to spread the info in a bad way such that everyone will start to look for it and then the mob psychology is going to once again spread the word....please be responsible enough to see that this info isn't responsible either (I think that's how it's supposed to go, at least)

Today, so many things to say

2008-09-18T04:19:00.000-07:00

I'm not kidding about this one bit.

For a while now I've been thinking about what to put in the blog, and I think this phenomenon I always encounter, I can now define: Talaarawanis obliviotitis, otherwise known as "Blog neglect."

NOTE: This term is entirely made-up by the blogger and should not be used elsewhere without citation, or anything at all. Also, see the word "made-up?" This means that it's not official; just for fun, and maybe some comments will be helpful in actually communally forming a more acceptable term.

I have a blog in LJ, which has not been updated for about a year or two, or more. And then I have a sort of throw-away blog at my Deviant Art account, which is nothing but rants and reasons for not being dutifully submitting works.

Great, what more hope for this blog?

The reason?

Please highlight to read :D

It's a school requirement.

Ok, not the best reason for putting up this blog, but hey, it's actually kind of okay on my part because I'm a lazy person when it comes to stuff like this. Compared to many other dutiful everyday bloggers, I lag behind quite well. My posts are only when I feel like something important should be put into the blog. Those ideas argue a lot in my head, deciding which is more meaningful and which is more interesting and the most fully formed idea to post here.

I don't mean to brag, but I'd love to tap into my philosphical potential. Too bad I'm just too lazy to even try.

I wanted to talk about my art but my mind would contradict and ask me "What about your art?"

That gets me thinking...and on to the subject of my self-degrading, and self doubt.

It's sad to be always in doubt. Don't get me started on the stress it piles up.

Then again, if you doubt yourself, it's kind of easier to look up to someone, and accept them for their help.

On the other hand, it will prove to be annoying if you start relying on them because it really tries their patience, and they will feel like they haven't given you the lesson of thinking for yourself.

I can be quite a hypocrite like that too. I may give advice that says to stick up for yourself, but in the end, I feel lost and less confident about my own thoughts and beliefs.

I think it may be that some people are just more charismatic, or very influential that I am easily swayed.

I guess I'm not so ready to stick up for myself. But this gets on peoples nerves... but I might get on peoples' nerves if I do stick up for myself (because I become an obstacle for them)....
What am I to do?

And there is another little peek inside my head.

I hope you drew something, even a little bit of understanding, from that baffled head of mine.

I also wanted to talk about how I write stories. They never seem to finish, or even evolve from the form of an outline. Tch. Poor me. I have so many ideas for bright new fanfics, but I'm just too lazy to do anything about them.

Some, at the very least, end up as fan art that don't even get posted at all.

I really wish I had a more pleasant outlook on life.

Of course, I can change, but then my seriousness, my cynicism, and my ... basically, being myself ruins the future. I can't think of the future; I can't sort out the past, I feel like I am living everyday, but not to the fullest because something is holding me back.

I guess my "I'm play it safe" or my "I already know what happens" attitude is very KJ on my life stories.

Seriously, I mean, all the people I know, have had more interesting things happen to them in a week than what happens to me in a span of, say 3-4 months, and that's basically talking about summer vacation (which happens to everybody).

Oh well...

Change is forever,
and I'm changing together
but only to better
the day's hardships and fretters

- Chase S. Jin
(NOTE: This is one of many names I take on, actually, scratch that. This is the first time I've used this pen name. I got it off an online anagram site. Really cool. Who knew I could be "Cole", or "June", or "Chase", or "Sen", or...)

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-voiceless_singer

Advising advice

2008-09-11T06:37:00.000-07:00

This is just a space filler post, and I'll admit that.
Actually, it's something I've wanted to do for a while.

I recall the days when I was able to give plausible and liable advice to my friends. At present, I can't even give good advice to save myself. I don't really know; maybe it's part of growing up, where one loses common sense and dives into studies, or maybe it's because I don't really have that role to my present-day friends.

Anyway, here's a little example of what I wanted to try out:
Based on the Chinese Zodiac

Rat - Though notorious in their reputation for carrying diseases and ruining crops in the field or in storage, admittedly, rats are one of the world's more intelligent animals. Surely you're all familiar with the media (cartoons and other things) portraying maze tests and memory quizzes. In fact, those are pretty much true. Rats are very street smart, agile and cunning, quick to adapt to any challenge, though in an "I work alone" sort of way. Give your respects to the survivor of the 12.

Ox - Famed for their "slow and steady" pace, oxen very much show the meek and gentle at heart. They are called wise for their cautiousness and steadfast for their long hours of being under the farmer's plow. They are quite stubborn with their beliefs though. It's not uncommon for an ox to be frightened of something it doesn't know. After a while, it will get used to being around the new arrival. Give your respects to the nurturer of the 12.

Tiger - No need to state the reason for its fame. This big cat says it all. Power. Strength. Pride. With a swipe of its paws, any one can be discouraged to continue fighting it. Its beautiful and doubly useful markings show practicality with taste. Similar to the ox, they are not too trusting of something new that comes their way. A tiger may remain wary of the new-comer even after it has left. However, many documentaries and shows comment that the tiger is a careful parent, a curious cub, and graceful swimmers. Seems like a real jungle king, no? Give your respects to the most royally worthy of the 12.

Rabbit - Timid and shy, and made famous for its cunning, thanks to Bugs Bunny (copyright Warner Bro.'s Studios), the rabbit has built its reputation. From cute and cuddly little pets, to nasty little garden pests, yes, they seem to be of two personalities. Like many animals, rabbits look out for themselves, and so what they do may be pleasing to one's view, and then displeasing to another's. Though curiosity runs in the family, a rabbit is quite cautious as well, not always jumping into the next most interesting thing it encounters. And another thing, rabbits seem to always have a lot of energy for hopping away from danger, don't they? Give your respects to the most ready of the 12.

Dragon - Power. Grace. Mystifying powers of unimaginable immensity. Dragons rock hard, don't they? Ahh, but in the Chinese belief, these powerful creatures were described as so because they were the most responsible of the animals of the world. They had very special jobs, being guardians of heaven, and being instructed by the gods to protect sacred ground, sacred treasure, etc., they had a lot of things on their plate. They were wise beings to have gotten those jobs and were obviously adept at handling all of them, and also giving time to hatch their eggs, raise their young and teach them to be just as just. Tell me if you have heard of a dragon failing at a job it's been given. I have yet to hear a story of a dragon (in Chinese mythology) who was labeled a failure by heaven. Give your respects to the most righteous of the 12.

Snake - Though it may seem that the dragon and the snake are similar in personality, there is where you are wrong. They are related, in a way, but if a dragon has a duty to the heavens, the snake, like many animals, has a duty to itself. True, there's the term "snake in the grass", meaning a very sneaky or sly person, but snakes carry themselves quite well. They know how to slip, slither and run away from a fight. They know when to stand up and show the opponent who's boss. They're pretty and practical creatures. Give your respects to the most versatile of the 12.

Horse - Horses were known to belong to the rich and powerful. They have beauty, they have grace, they have whinnies that can sound like strangely wonderful whistles in the wind. And they're proud of that. Who could blame them? Gifted with the natural strength and agility and grace, it's hard not to keep a shut mouth. Often though, when they seem to be showing off, they are in fact enjoying their abilities. Think about it. Wild horses running through the endless forests and grasslands. Wind whipping their manes; it sounds like a wonderful life. To be free and to be one with nature, that's a fulfilling life. Give your respects to the most self-contented of the 12.

Goat - Though they are usually one to belong in a crowd, the goat stands out of its herd when time comes. As kids are taught the ropes by their parents, they soon learn to find their own personalities and that's where the leaders are chosen. Sometimes, the ending is to remain part of their herd. Even while there is something going on, a goat is still a goat. He lives how he knows , and he grows how he grows. Also, that stubborn attitude means great fortitude in himself. Give your respects to the simpler (not 'sin x') of the 12.

Monkey - Ah, the most playful and feisty of the 12. I'm not kidding. The happy-go-lucky, yet intelligent nature of the monkeys has had them to experience the most of life, but, this brings about cockiness and often times, one can overestimate his intelligence. This usually causes unwanted downsides or problems. Despite that, the monkey is quick to learn what's right and what's wrong and remember that lesson well. Such is the way things are in a troop; the mothers teaching their young. Also, all the swinging in the air, and through the trees gives us the feeling that even if it's running for their lives from a predator or finding a new place to nest, they have fun doing the work.

Rooster- Always up and at 'em. The first to rise and what not. Yes, the roosters are the most confident of the 12. With an attitude that can fight back almost any predator (despite the futility of it), and the way he can run fast on those tiny, but sharp chicken feet, why shouldn't he be? The confidence of this animal can be shown in its willingness to wake up every morning, when the sun rises up, even before, maybe, just to be on time, and to wake up other people and animals nearby with its loud and clear crow. Blessed with grace of its avian race, and the pride of being feathered (and feathers come in many colors), and having a beak and claws, one must really have a good image of one's self.

Dog - Man's best friend; a loyal companion, and it's easy to see why the dog is the most loyal of the 12. Loyalty. It's a virtue that describes the trust and faith in someone or something, and the strong will to maintain that, and support him or her or the cause in anyway possible. Then again, there are the occurrences of picky loyalties. Sometimes it's the fault of the leaders, sometimes people are just really picky of who they're loyal to. As many dog owners know, not all dogs have the same personality. Some are aggressive, some are timid, others are quick to learn, others need more patience from their masters. But they all agree that dogs can be one of the best friends you'll ever have.

Pig- Not to be thrown off, the pig is a very generous animal. Some were proven to have the kindness and compassion that dogs carry, save the loud oinks and, if fed too much, heavy hugs and rough play times. They're always sniffing around with their big hog noses, knowing what's new and what's interesting right before anyone else. Although shy and would rather keep to themselves, unless called for, pigs are quite the cuddle bug. I mean, you can see all the piglets snuggling with each other when they're asleep or when they play around. Give your respects to the hearty of the 12, in both definitions.

That's about it for this post... See you when I see you!
(already edited, Sept. 18, 2008)

- voiceless_singer

The Presentors

2008-09-07T05:22:00.000-07:00

I'd like to start this post with a thank you to the club members of Himig Agham.

You guys are great! Note that I use "are", and not"were" because truly, we are, now and forever. :D

Okay, straight out I want to say that our performance Sept. 6 was great. Thanks very much for coming and performing. (this was on the Saturday, Sept. 6, except the time zone here is different, so it was posted at 5 am of the next day. In fact, I finished typing this only 12 am in my time zone. Go figure.)

There will still be some bumps ahead, like grades and unforeseen goings on that will affect the meetings and all, but at least it won't break the heart for music.

Yes, music, one of my most favorite absolutes of the world.

Music, I'd like to thank it so much for making the world a better place. Despite the truths of today, music still exists, and it sort of brings comfort to help us shoulder those burdening truths. Subjective is the listener at how to feel toward the many kinds of sounds. Some appeal to those that exist in a pattern, others adore spontaneous ones. A cat can find human footsteps alarming as when a dog hears its master's voice calling for it, and it runs toward him or her with glee.

Ahh, there are so many things I can say about music, but I think something like this would be a better read for those who are bothering themselves to read this.

Music, it seems, is the only absolute being given justice in the world. Peace; it's obviously in quite a predicament. Hope; it's all well and dormant, waiting for someone to call it out. Love, Courage, Faith, and Loyalty; there are two sides to each of these coins (and these "two sides" mean many things today). It's really not official, but what I feel is that Music should be part of the group of absolutes. I'm not really sure why. I guess I reasoned that it existed the world over. Everyone has an idea of music, sound and rhythm; every culture of the ancient and present world had something, even the tiniest little thing about music. Music had different purposes; it held feelings, secrets, dreams and wishes. It is what is was, and it still is today. And in the future, it will still be what it is: a beautiful sound.

A dictionary (*grabs nearest dictionary, which is the blogger's "Webster's New World Compact School and Office Dictionary, Third College Edition", and flips pages to "music"*) defines music as

"1. the art of combining tones to form expressive compositions; 2. such compositions; 3. any rhythmic sequence of pleasing sounds"

- Webster's New World Compact School and Office Dictionary, Third College Edition, 1994

Most of that's pretty correct. And why not, it's a dictionary reference. Here is the attempt of human minds to explain something so great and so wonderful only through experience can a person fully understand it. It's just so otherworldly, music, I mean, we all know it for some reason, and understanding it, and more so, enjoying it is in the capacity of all people, and animals too.

A great mystery right there, ladies and gentlemen.

I also hope it stays a mystery, because that way, there is still something to wonder about.

Hff... sorry for the shortness and lack of explanation as of yet, but I have other things to do.
I'll update soon, maybe tomorrow

-voiceless_singer

Stinging paper cut

2008-09-03T07:46:00.000-07:00

Words are a powerful tool....when used against the right kind of people.

I want to firstly apologize for indirectly blaming a person. If you read this, please, please, please know that I didn't mean to. I really don't blame anyone for the mishap this afternoon. It's just that I got lost myself and the ... the ... the 'feeling' made itself present.

Today was a Dikumbensyonal na Musika presentation. All the classes performed their original compositions (for a bigger project called "Sigaw"). It was stated that we could use a different composition, but I guess the feeling of being put down or ostracized or teased or blamed or not belonging made the classes choose to work with their own compositions. Not that it was a bad thing. At least we all got to hear the pretty-ful and wonder-y songs and tunes of all my batchmates.

I was in awe. The songs were all astonishing or cute or playful. They were so catchy I almost forgot the tune to my class' own song.

(sigh)

Bleah... I'm feeling mighty low for some reason. I think it's because of my little (obviously big) mistake during the performance. Not to mention that we all kinda lost ourselves there too. The stage may not be the best place for an audience to see our true talents :)

That means, the audience has to move out and listen to us in the hall, where our song sounded the best. Rather, I think the feel of the stage, the wood and the planks, and the lights and the elevation off the ground give a little more jitter than necessary.

Okay, that's probably just me again, trying to get others to agree with me so that I won't be the only one.

My little Mogu, Courage, came with me today. His presence helped ease me a little before and after.

On a side note, Mogu people are such a cute idea for stuffed toys. They're filled with microbeads (or whatever you call those tinier versions of the styroballs, even smaller that what they use to fill bean bags) and they have a special stitched symbol on their back. They themselves have different skins to inspire the mind to think outside of the box (I have Courage and Curiosity, and Courage, which you'd normally find to be red or gold for valiance, is actually black with almost leaf or blade-like, white patterns on its side; Curiosity is neon yellow with a question mark whose dot is its other eye) . Though they may look like a child's design (or not), I find them pretty cool. I can't wait to find the rest of the symbols and people! XD

Om.... Buddha says Ohm. And with that he remembered and found himself and himself in others, and himself existing beyond time, and himself not himself.

Strange, but what people usually think of in Buddhism is the difficulty in being materialistic by nature, is only a side note to the true meaning of Buddhism. I also found that out about Taoism. At first hearing of the word, I thought it was a rather ritualistic with a little mysticism sort of religion. The ritualistic one is Confucianism. Taoism is about passivity and going with the natural order of things; being who you are.

And where did I get the reader to?

(laughs at self)

So from my rant about single-handedly screwing yet another performance to finding out about Taosim and Buddhism (which I haven't expounded yet, but am not planning to), I'd like to conclude this post with my name.

Good bye. For now.

Thanks for believing in the nonsense of other people, and finding it a rather amusing story to help pass the time you have had for reading it in the first place. I hope it was (even in the smallest way) satisfactory for your time-spending needs.

-voiceless_singer

When the sunshine burns

2008-09-01T08:10:00.000-07:00

It's pretty obvious what I mean already, right?

Today, I along with fellow classmates, students and, I'm not sure about the other teachers, stood a good three hours under the morning sun, 8am to 11-ish to be exact. Sun is good for you, a little Vitamin D never hurt anyone, blah blah blah blah.

Yes, the sun is good, but this isn't. There is always too much of a good thing. We all learned that the hard way.

Recall how global warming became an issue. Everyone was all so very happy with the inventions and the combustible engine, etc. Smart people who invented them said they were for human convenience. Smarter people decided to make businesses out of them. The mob psychology went along and bought what they were selling, convinced that this "new and wonderfully incredible and new multipurpose whatchamacallit" will help them live lives easier.

I don't blame them. With out that happening, people would have never thought of making other inventions to compete and make other businesses out of their inventions. I guess it's a niche thing. If everyone has something, and a smart person sees them lacking in something else, then there's something to do for that smart person: he or she will try to fill that lacking something. And, with out explaining such a long and wordy history, that was how the computer was invented and why I am typing today, and also the internet, the wireless router, etc...

Ok back to my rant. So with everyone getting what they want, the convenience may or may not be. By that I mean, take a little bit of this: A certain amount of coal is mined every year. Since the invention of some convenience device that requires coal for power, the coal mining has increased its output rate, to match(a price), or to be greater than(a lesser price) that of the consumers input. If the quota isn't met, the prices for coal increases and people will see the convenience as something of an inconvenience for them, if it takes more of their budget than it ought.

I'd also like to add something about the invention of automobiles (and I laugh to myself at the irony of the thing). It really makes travel a lot easier, as the ads say it would. But with a lack of roads, how can you travel? Okay, the government fixes that and the company helps by giving money for roads. So now you have roads. Since the automobiles were made for the convenience of those who could afford them (and I guess many could and did), there were many cars made and being driven around. There is the birth of traffic jams. Not directly, but imagine a dozen people who work at an office building and each of them had a car. They're all headed the same place (doesn't matter where they came from). Oh let's not forget the other people living in the city and imagine they have cars too. It's funny really. The invention for convenience of everyone became an inconvenience itself when everyone had owned one.

I'd like to add an incredibly random thought: Affording a Ford.

I'll let you decide what that means for yourself. I'm not a car person, but I know a Ford's a great deal of hard earned cash.

The indirect effect is the global warming. Since coal usage became the "in" thing among large industries, smoke stacks and improper waste disposal, etc. you already know what happens. The ozone thinned.

With global warming, the sun isn't necessarily your friend anymore. Too much exposure nowadays is very dangerous, with the new knowledge of UV (Ultraviolet) rays being a kind of radiation and is permanently damaging to the skin. This, the skin, is the most sensitive part of the body. Also, it's like a shell for the rest of your guts and muscle and skeleton. Permanently damage that and you can only imagine the effect it will have on the rest of the body (maybe not obvious at first, but time will tell).

Hip, hip, give a loud hooray for your skin, hair and other outer covering! Yes, I love my skin, and I really, really hate for it to get damaged. Thank goodness my genetics spelled out an adequate amount of melanin for me, and my time under the sun is extended compared to that of other people. But that doesn't mean I get to run around under the sun and make other people feel bad. No, I prefer to play it safe.

Despite that I don't normally catch on to what my mom usually reminds me ("Sun bloc! Hat! Moisturizer!," etc.) making mistakes makes me learn the importance. You, and to whomever is/are reading this right now, may take a different approach to learning the truth about a parent's nagging. Go and take your pace, but I'm just here to tell you that the next time your mom tells you to put on sun bloc, be thankful she still reminds you; you'll be saved from what could be a very painful after effect. I've heard that some really severe cases had peeling skin, boils, and inflammations of the skin, as in, similar to a burn you might get from burning yourself from a candle flame or touching something recently taken out of an oven.

Today has made me a little proud for withstanding the heat, but also a little konked in the noggin. Moral of today's story: take care, even under weather fair.

-voiceless_singer

First post to last in my mind forever

2008-08-23T08:49:00.000-07:00

Why? Because I'm laughing out loud that's why!

Thanks to boredom after finishing a Chem 2-related HW, I went searching around for something to view on the internet.

Then and now, my iTunes is playing, you see, this find was today (see publish date of post).

Okay, more seriously...

I had my usual sites to visit: deviantart.com, fanfiction.net, neopets, and random articles in Wikipedia I'd like to read about, like oh say characters in an old anime or cartoon show I recall (yes, I'm kind of a geek like that, researching for fun), or maybe even cultures of the world. I first went to deviantart.com. Nothing new or interesting, so I decided to check fanfiction.net for a pleasant read. After selecting my usual specifics in a particular category (if you really must know: Category: Avatar, the Last Airbender, Genre: Romance/Drama, Complete, Specific characters: [that remains secret, sorry]), I skimmed through the summaries and all that. Running through my mind when I saw a really corny songfic (well I thought it was) was how some characters turn out OOC (Out Of Character). Either the author's or authors' fault or maybe something else.

Well, I saw the song for the fic and I thought to myself, "OMG, this...THIS? Why this song?" I'm sorry if anyone reading this right now feels ... strange or bothered ... because this will publicly humiliate the author of said fic if I post anything related to it. I just found the song to be inappropriate, or rather, overused for this kind of fanfiction writing. I don't mean to be mean, I'm just saying that songs like these should be plot devices, not the plot or a too incredibly large part of the plot.

So anyway, the fic made me think of how some authors bend the original personalities of canon characters due to some reason or other. I searched for "character discrepancies." But after the result page showed, I realized that I had absolutely no idea what I had typed in (yes, I'm sorry about the idiocy of it all). Just as quickly, the word "Mary Sue" came across my mind. I then typed that in, "What makes a Mary Sue/Gary Stu (male version)".

I found that it was in Starfleet that started the whole thing. The same site featured links to writing good fanfics and also, what is this? A comic? I needed to see it and so I clicked it away.

I wasn't disappointed.

Pirate Monkey's Artwork

Here it is.

Go.

Click it.

I know you want to know too.

By the way, that's only the first page.

There's more.

I dare you.

Read it, and see the reason for my laughter.

Ha

Ha ha

Ha ha ha ha

- voiceless_singer

XD

Here is a (in my opinion) an unbiased essay about the one and only Mary Sue/Gary Stu. Read up and get acquainted with his or her history.
Mary Sue, An Essay

I'll admit to having created some of these characters myself for certain fandoms I follow, but I still shudder, become wide-eyed, stifle a laugh, etc. when I encounter this personality in others' fanfics. A Mary Sue is a part of life, just not a very realistic part of it, though.
And I guess, all good authors had had, at one point or another, difficulty in character-making. But, of course, originality is still makes a better statement.