To get the right word in the right place is a rare achievement.. Anybody can have ideas - the difficulty is to express them without squandering a quire of paper on an idea that ought to be reduced to one glittering paragraph.

Saturday, January 01, 2011

YEAR-END THOUGHTS





Reflecting as this year is about to come to an end.. I would like to look at it in correlation to the proverbial way of thinking of your time as a huge jar and filling it with rocks (rocks being your top priorities), pebbles (mundane daily things i need to do) and sand (the not so important but seemingly urgent). This year has been basically about dumping everything out the jar and starting over.. I have examined all the rocks , pebbles and sand and really taken the time to figure out what most of the rocks and pebbles matters in my life. I have even tossed a few of them out..


There were rocks which have remained to be as one for a couple of years, only to find out they’re better left for disposal since it has been doing nothing more than damaging my jar.. while there are pebbles so fine that I always got to overlook at, but finally realized they have been very important at filling in those “gaps” .


I have never looked at relationships, my health (gawd after 29 years i finally got hospitalized!), my values and even more importantly my individual relationships with my family and friends in the same way I did this year.. What I learned this year is that forgiveness is the best thing you can do for yourself, so I have managed to forgive a few who truly hurt my feelings, while cut those who give you bad vibes, and take the courage and cut out if necessary some who bring too much baggage with themselves no fault of either side, it is simply bad luck.. finally carry on doing good, for no reason except the joy of doing it..


The end of the year seem to have taken me by surprise. So many things I wanted to do, but somehow didn't get around to. People I wanted to see, places I wanted to go.. But I can't regret the way the year has gone.


I have high expectations for 2011. Life’s challenges have a way of smoothing out, of showing a path. I extend my wishes for my family to all my friends. Make 2011 count. Love every day of your life. Bless this gift of life and extend your heart to all you hold dear.



Be selfish and be selfless.. get my drift? hehehe



HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE :)

Saturday, March 10, 2007

Random Thoughts - Examination of Faith

Neither anticipated that the cause of the conflict [slavery] might cease with, or even before, the conflict itself should cease.. each looked for an easier triumph, and a result less fundamental and astounding... both read the same Bible, and pray to the same God; and each invokes His aid against the other... it may seem strange that any men should dare to ask a just God's assistance in wringing their bread from the sweat of other men's faces.. but let us judge not that we be not judged... the prayers of both could not be answered.. that of neither has been answered fully...

the Almighty has His own purposes...

All ... religions show the same disparity between belief and practice, and each is safe till it tries to exclude the rest.. test each sect by its best or its worst as you will, by its high-water mark of virtue or its low-water mark of vice... but falsehood begins when you measure the ebb of any other religion against the flood-tide of your own..

there is a noble and a base side to every history..

Currend Mood: Mixed ill feelings.. had a fight with my dad..

Down with the Sickness

Black sun rays fall upon my soul
casting dark shadows
Causing it to become withered and grow cold
my skin starts pealing away
showing the real me in an ugly way...


Today, just the same
Tomorrow, just the same
Yesterday is gone, but the pain will never go away
The clock hands are ticking backwards it seems
things that have happened in the past seem to be coming back...


Driving the razor blades into my unholy flesh
leaving me here
naked and bare
striped away from all what makes me sane
now drowning in the sorrow of the black sun rays...

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

WHAT DOES MY COLLECTION SAY?

At the start, there was just an object. It may have been purchased, inherited, or obtained long ago and never parted with. Somewhere in time this object ceased to be just an object but became a symbol of something more, something larger than just itself. Its appeal is more than visual pleasure or functional satisfaction; it gratifies in some way that is unseen. Over time this object has been joined by other objects which meet, exceed, or build upon this fancy. The group of objects is called a collection, the addition of objects, the actions of a collector. But neither the addition of objects nor the actions taken are the foundation of a collection itself.. The foundation of a collection lies in its meaning.

So why do I fancy these objects so? what motivates me to pursue them?

Simply, it just happened to be one of things I’ve tried to get my hands full at and my money allotted at, so as not to divulge into something I know i would regret for the rest of my life.. You see, It was march of this year, when out of my desire to find some diversion while my partner was working overseas, trying to earn extra money for her family.. I cam across to this Toy Collecting Hobby..

Even before this new found hobby of mine, I’m already an avid collector of anime movies, original soundtracks, paper arts, and memorabilia. But the impact that this toy collecting has brought me is too overwhelming for me to just take it out of my system at an instant. I did told myself, “as for the interim, I’ll better stay in this thingy, rather then using my money for other monkey businesses”

But never did I even deemly forethought, this would turned out to be something that I’ll helplessly get hooked up to, well hopefully for the next few years, or might even be for the rest of my life.. if all resources would permit me.. and now I find myself asking the these questions again..

So why do I fancy these objects so? what motivates me to pursue them?

Occasionally, I try to figure out the answers.. and lately I realized, because this meaning is invisible it is difficult to articulate, it is both unseen and unsung it, and people with the same passion as me, can be too easily devalued.

Collectors are seen as quirky, strange, crazy and/or self-indulgent. Even the collectors themselves often devalue their own actions and objects. At some toy forums that I’m participating with, some call their mass of objects ‘junk’; they’ll call ourselves ‘wacky’; they mock ourselves in our wacky pursuit of more junk. Perhaps if we knew why we did what we did, we’d see more value in what we do.

Primarily, most collectors will answer the question “Why do I collect these things?” with “Because I like them.” But this is not a real answer. Without getting overly philosophical on the limitations of such statements, let me share with you a little something I learned from my college professor called Aesthetic Response.
Aesthetic Response is defined as: A person’s cognitive and affective response to a work of art.

At first, this only meant to me that my professor would not accept statements such as “I love this painting” or “I hate this music.” I had to say what I loved (or hated) and why. I couldn’t say “I like this painting because it’s blue and I like the color blue,” I had to say why I liked the color blue and what it meant to me based on my value system and experiences. At first it sucked. But then, eventually, something clicked.

Here was a chance to get into my own gut and say what I felt, valued and had experienced. Here was no ‘right’ or ‘wrong’ answer, but a process — a challenge for me to speak about what mattered to me and why. And a chance for me to participate in a larger conversation about what others felt, valued and had experienced. In these conversations we didn’t always agree, but all those who really participated learned something.

I happened to have the same opportunity with my collection.

As personal as each motivation is, there is a larger context for each collection as well. Sure, future generations can learn something about me from my Anime Toys. But my collection also preserves something larger than ‘just’ my individuality and my personal history; there is also a cultural significances to be seen. Hopefully my collections would somehow preserve a period in time and illustrate the values of that time. They could also provide connections and insights to others.

My answers may not be the same as those of another who collects the same objects, for my values and experiences may be quite different. In fact since my values and experiences drive and shape my collection, they may be vastly different than that of another who collects the same objects.. and I think It would even make your conversation more interesting?!

And so, my collection itself and the motivation behind it may seem small, individual, wacky, and self-indulgent — but if you really think about it, these collectibles I have happens to be just a part of a larger collection, a larger context, a larger conversation..


Saturday, September 24, 2005

emotional slugfest..


you know your mindset when you are about to get ready for a slugfest..
deep within there's a lingering fear that it is going to be bad..
and so you get yourself ready for it..

you know it’s going to suck when it happens..
you're pretty much sentient it's gonna hurt you, big deal..
you know it’s going to make you roll over in pain
and most likely knock you off your feet..

and so it came!
it sucked!
it was bad!
i was caught unguarded!
but i didn’t get knock off my feet..
i had to take a knee and get the standing 8 count..

but i’m still in the ring and now that i’ve had some time to put
it all in perspective it sucks a lot less now..
i know i’ve got a few more of those punches coming and several more rounds..
i dunno what round is it in this emotional boxing match
but i haven’t been knocked out..
seems like in these kind of matches you rarely get to punch back..
however in my situation it is better not to do so..

i’m not gonna lay down or throw in the towel
i just know who is at ring side watching
and they don’t need to see a knock down drag out no holds barred match
so i take my punches and hide my pain from them
especially i know that the next rounds have the potential to suck worse..

Monday, August 22, 2005

Hollow..

This hard facade hides in anguish so unreal..
an unrelenting torment you'd never want to feel.

Look here, here past my eyes..
to find where pain forever lies..

A fate so much worse than death..
misery lingers on my every breath..

Now with all loves energy spent..
my heart is left twisted and bent..

Your heart, your love eluded me..
mine is a love, you could never see..

Yes, I'm the one, the one who cares..
and I'm the one who will be there..

I'll carry you over stormy tides..
but I'm left hollow here inside..

Cursed to a sad loveless existence..
still driven by passion so intense..

My strength is drained, I'm left helpless..
I'm drowning in darkened emptiness..

I can't see past tomorrow..
without you I'm left hollow..

I am hollow I am the hollow man Here before you I stand Yes, I am the hollow man

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

THOUGHTS ON BREAKING UP

Love songs has never been too striking for me as it is right now.. Perhaps, having first hand love experiences has a lot to do with it. Love songs that trouble me every time I hear them usually have lyrics along these lines :

“I did my best, but I guess wasn’t good enough”
“Please release me, let me go”

Those unfortunately makes me rekindle of a catastrophic love affair that i got into. Such lines either reflect or reinforce the idea that in order to break up with someone we need their cooperation, or even permission in some way. What troubles me about this is hearing a woman say how unhappy she is in a relationship yet, when I ask her, "Have you considered breaking up with him?" I’m most likely to get an indirect response, a rather well thought-out rationale response to simply say, "He doesn't want to talk about it." or "He won't understand."

Now I want to clear up that I don't believe in just casually disappearing out of someone's life either. A key recourse in an unhappy relationship is to discuss out the problems involved and work together to be more giving and considerate of each other. But when the very issue of communication, cooperation or consideration are lacking to begin with, trying to talk out the problem becomes a problem in itself.

But when a person has finally reached the end of their rope and things just don't show any promise of getting better due to the unwillingness of the other partner I believe it's then time to make one final, clear statement of things and, if there is still no genuine effort to make things better, simply inform the person there is no longer an exclusive status to the relationship. "It's over, I hope we can stay friends.

I say this because I've seen too many good-hearted men and women wait and stew for an agreement from their uncooperative, unloving mate that it's time to break up. I, for one, have been through such ghastly relationship finale – the very first girl that I decided give my heart to formally ended up going with another guy as her idea of breaking up with me. It took me years to get back my sanity and pull myself back to circulation. I could not have done it without the help of few true friends. Personally, unlike a beginning a relationship, ending one does not really necessitates mutual effort. Perhaps it could have been a lot better if she opted to close it formally and in good terms.

If, as time passes, it is discovered that this person we've met has the willingness to receive all the love we are willing to give, but is lackluster in their own enthusiasm to give any love back.. I believe it's perfectly proper to stop and say, "I love you, but your behavior is unacceptable for this deep a relationship." With acquaintances, friends, family it's easier to give once in a while in a much less intimate way even if they do not reciprocate. We may not like it when they don't, but the relationship is not as close as the exclusive one between one man and one woman. If stopping the show with our beloved and making our unhappiness clear to them isn't enough to stir them from losing us, it's quite possible theirs is only an endeared affection they have for us.. but not sacrificial love that seeks the pleasure of the beloved.

In love, it is our joy and responsibility to give in the way we relate to our beloved. But love is not -all- a matter of us giving. In seeking the best for our loved one we must take the initiative to let them know that they do this love an injustice by living with a selfish stance. And so it is that we must not only give love, but also accountably require it of the one that would stand so near to us and whisper, "I love you." We must do it to keep love balanced, to maintain our self-respect and for the betterment of the one we love.

Saturday, August 13, 2005

It was magical

It started with the word “flowery,” a compliment tainted with an ounce of sarcasm, she had other interpretation and drove her to draw first blood over a forum’s inbox. Then before they even realized it, they find themselves wanting to receive an email from the other.

They wrote for days. Messages were simple, yet deep and heartfelt, light and cerebral, the topics veered wildly, nothing was out of reach, nothing was forbidden. They always said too much. They’d helplessly watch the words escaping their fingertips, sometimes floating from their thoughts, sometimes feeling spit out, regurgitated like they’d already gone in, but had no choice but to come back out.

Then they met, shifting to exchange of words in the flesh. Their reactions were varied. At such moment he could not read her, could not gauge, asked instead, tired of reading between invisible lines, yet she was evasive, his feelings betraying her. But something was there, it was apparent he could see it if he looked hard and long enough, stared into those wonderful eyes. Neither did he realize of doing the same thing. She looked inside of him, saw places he thought were hidden. He liked to think no one could see inside, no one could see what he chose not to share, but he could. This frightened and intrigued him, and he loved her for her ability to know him like no one else had.

Then somewhere in the middle of their conversation, silence just grew, it purports to be a logical conclusion to so many words expended. They paused and looked into each others’ eyes, searching, looking for answers, for opinions, for emotions not yet expressed, and finding it in those moments she reached for him as she shyly turned closer to him.

A light brushing of fingers on the face, a casual rearranging of hair, leaning in for a kiss, it was never obvious or bold, but subtle, almost a physical whisper. It seemed they’d reached an impasse, not just a silence. It seemed they’d gone far away from each other’s mind, but ironically this distance attracted them more.

It was ‘a spontaneous surge of affection.’ A surge of feeling, as both were trying to turn away from each other. The need to express their selves in that moment was too overwhelming to resist. One brush of a finger, or a rearranging of his hair and her surge electrified him. He was alive with sensation, felt it throughout his body, her surge became his and every time it worked, every time it started them on several more hours of physical exploration. The psyches were left behind, leaving only physical and emotional sensation. The rest was spent, exhausted, but the new realm lay left unexplored and they pursued it, explored it, all night long.

It was a sensation incarnate, his whole body moved with hers, their mouths were one mouth, their tongues were one tongue, they melted into each other.

It was magical It was more than “flowery” statements could express. Feelings intended to be kept, but too arduous to suppress.