the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.

no colder than

Tue, 07 Aug 2007 16:24:03 -0700

It's a rivalry of sorts---

Her in the rain,

Flooded, half-blue,

Unmoving,

Versus the flowing downpour,

Annoyed that she wouldn't surrender.

Chill her.

Move her.

Make her.

She stays,

Misted eyes and white-knuckled fingers

Gripping, groping at, no,

Groping for...

Scene flickers.

Split-second nothings between frames.

And her translucent breath ...

brilliant, careless moi

Sat, 21 Jul 2007 13:02:47 -0700

It's 4:00am now.

I just finished reading up on and writing a one-page paper on The Separation of the Church and the State for five dollars, when I realized that the one who had requested this paper of me had uploaded an article on the topic that I'm just supposed to summarize.

My brilliance amazes me.

Oh well. It's fun anyway. ^^

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too much to hope for

Sat, 14 Jul 2007 19:37:36 -0700

It's too much to hope for that the things we do will have consequences only on us. Whether we try to escape them or take the whole load on our shoulders, we never end up alone with ourselves. Say "it's my life" and you're being unfair. Say "it's my problem" and you're lying. Say "no one can help me" and you're being selfish. No one can help affecting others. Living means not being alone. We're never alone. That's ...

hoping and coping

Mon, 09 Jul 2007 19:20:22 -0700

excerpt from my English 11 reflection paper on the movie, The Mighty (1998):

"We live in a world of much drama. Tragedies and comedies abound. The Mighty plays out a piece from this world. We see there very familiar things: love, friendship, loss, people facing things, people coping with things, people learning, and more. Life's like that. We need to find ways to keep going, because, despite injuries, casualties, and wounds, there are still so many things that we c ...

linger

Mon, 09 Jul 2007 09:46:43 -0700

odd thought.

try to linger a little bit on a particular moment in time, a particular joy or a particular sorrow. linger a while, reliving it. linger, and then you realize things have moved on without you.

but you can't regret it. you can't regret pulling back a bit and holding that slice of time in your hand a while, missing out on all the other little slices happening, not stopping for you. you don't mind, because looking back and embracing a particular ...

the significance of now

Mon, 09 Jul 2007 09:22:33 -0700

Our everyday lives and way of living matters.

We learn from the past and look forward to the future, but the present is where all that we have learned and all that we hope for converge.

What or Who we decide to be Now, is always the sum of all that we are and hope to be.

That is why our choices matter.

- Tatay Ernie Abella

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consequences

Sat, 07 Jul 2007 19:22:13 -0700

Flood. That's what it is. Flood. Not the kind of flood that builds up during strong rains; rather, flood like a trepanned dam, bursting, paralyzing you and then knocking you over. Flood like a tide. Flood like a wave. Flood like glaring sunlight streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows.

That is the kinetics of consequence.

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dissection

Thu, 05 Jul 2007 19:19:42 -0700

This is something written by someone who finally acknowledged she was flat-out wrong about a few things, and that she must face consequences for her actions. She has been humbled.

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It's not my intention to confuse people. I said people are strong and then here i say, little human. Hell? Well, both are right. People just need to know how to handle it and strike a balance. There's a difference between being strong and bein ...

power

Thu, 05 Jul 2007 19:04:42 -0700

Something I mulled over while crossing the street. Well...a part of this anyway.

People don't just heal. They are healed. Yeah. Someone does it. Someone begins the healing---the Hand that has been on your shoulder the whole time; it finally squeezes you back to Hope. Back to Faith. Back to Warmth. People find strength to move on and pick up pieces, because there is a Source of strength that has been waiting for them to draw this whole time.

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how words bleed

Thu, 05 Jul 2007 18:47:51 -0700

this was written at the time of the taking of She Who Will Be Missed. she was actually recovered already the time i wrote this. consider this a residue of the incident. after all, if someone raped your sanctuary, your friend's car wherein you have invested so much memories, you would be upset for a while longer even after she has been recovered and her carnappers jailed.

i'm glad my friend's car has been found. God is good.

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pain, and a kind o ...

human drama

Sat, 30 Jun 2007 18:52:22 -0700

Take a peek into my soul.

My honesty. My hormones.

The soul that laughs

and cries and kisses.

My emotions.

My feisty, rebellious charge,

flushing my cheeks and writing my letters.

The flood of ink and lead in my

sketchpad.

My humanity. My imperfection.

My mess of dreams and diaries.

All the things that everyone recognizes.

That little thespian soul.

--- written 02 J ...

to ponder

Thu, 28 Jun 2007 21:39:03 -0700

"We can never be born enough. We are human beings;for whom birth is a supremely welcome mystery,the mystery of growing:which happens only and whenever we are faithful to ourselves. You and I wear the dangerous looseness of doom and find it becoming." - e.e. cummings

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glimmer

Sat, 23 Jun 2007 22:49:57 -0700

Glimmer as the sun does on rippling water

Like the moon trails on the sea--

Clinging to the surface, riding the waves.

Glimmer like the warmth that calls to the drowning

Lingering even as the water turns to ink with twilight.

Wait for the drowning to find you

And gasp for air.

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parmenides has a point

Sat, 23 Jun 2007 22:15:46 -0700

maybe things are always as they are; it's just people who change.

maybe the world isn't constantly in flux in motion; it's only we who make it seem so. our senses lie to us, telling us one thing and then another. maybe that's why we have realizations. there are those moments when certain things become clear to us and we realize we haven't been seeing it the way that it is all along . it's not the thing that changed; it's our percep ...

close up on cliche

Thu, 14 Jun 2007 00:04:18 -0700

Let's look at cliche, the book of the overfamiliar--
the anthology of things said too often.

People passing by...
When I look up at the sky...
Suffocation.
Drowning.
Darkness.
Screams that no one hears...

Yadda.
Templates and blueprints of pain.

Things people say "whatever" to.
Heard it. Been there. Done that.