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10:20 pm: What Should Be My Perfect Major?

You scored as Psychology. You should be a Psychology major! </td> English 100% Linguistics 100% Dance 100% Anthropology 100% Psychology 100% Sociology 100% Philosophy 92% Journalism 92% Theater 92% Engineering 67% Art 67% Mathematics 67% Biology 67% Chemistry 33% What is your Perfect Major? (PLEASE RATE ME!!<3) created with QuizFarm.com

04:51 am: My Personality

Your Personality Profile

You are dependable, popular, and observant. Deep and thoughtful, you are prone to moodiness. In fact, your emotions tend to influence everything you do. You are unique, creative, and expressive. You don't mind waving your freak flag every once and a while. And lucky for you, most people find your weird ways charming!

06:04 pm: aruuuyyyy....
Just too bz. It's a final examination week, and my head is spinning like I am in a vertigo, thinking of more things to do and to finish.This situation is confronting and challenging my life now as a college instructor.
Waaaa!! sana matapos na ito at sembreak na at makapag relax na akoooo!!!

09:44 pm: Tanka
Actually this is a "Tanka", a Japanese short poem, as promised, for Trish:

1.) made by Prince Utsu (663-87) for Lady Ishikawa:

In the dew dripping
On the broad-flanked hill,
Waiting for you
I stood dampened
By the dew on the hill.

2.) made by Lady Ishikawa as her reply:

Waiting for me
You were dampened.
O that I could
Be the dew dripping
On that broad-flanked hill.

09:01 pm: This House
I am no longer the dwelling of the one who loves you.

As the seas roll their tides, there will be no shadows mocking my sight, when my eyes look over the moon that hides behind the light of the stars. Deeper and deeper, I will no longer see the maze that brought me to that place-that place where I long to hold you, to savor your long, needed kiss.

Your decision has turned my heart into stone, and my eyes refused to wait to see your face. Not like before, this house is no longer tempted by the longings to be deceived by you.

No, not anymore.
Everything has been carelessly left to nothing. Now,the new owner is wise enough to learn the truth -the truth that for a long time has held a prisoner by my mind, just to let my blind heart immortalize my glorious dreams.

But no, this house is no longer mine, not even yours to own. Someone has already owned this. And I am willing to look beyond, this time on the path with another,

and not with you….

10:56 pm: Haiku by Basho
Your song caresses
the depth of loneliness,
O high mountain bird

Lonely silence,
a single cicada's cry
sinking into stone

Wrapping dumplings in
bamboo leaves, with one finger
she tidies her hair

The banana tree
blown by winds pours raindrops
into the bucket

Delight, then sorrow,
aboard the cormorant
fishing boat

Now I see her face,
the old woman, abandoned,
the moon her only companion

10:53 pm: Buson
Utter aloneness
another great pleasure
in autumn twilight
-Buson

10:47 pm: Haiku by Issa
In the beggar's tin
a few thin copper coins
and this evening rain

Brilliant moon,
is it true that you too
must pass in a hurry

Like misty moonlight,
watery, bewildering
our temporal way

My dear old village,
every memory of home
pierces like a thorn

09:51 pm: That night
I forgot the copy of the 2 Haikus I wanted to post. I shall post them hopefully next time.
For the timebeing, here's the one I've written.
I just missed someone.

That Night

I want to hide my eyes
from the silence of your gaze.
It commanded them to bow down like slaves-to follow
whatever demands you want.

I want to keep them from the subtle motion of your look,
crawling like a hand,
grasping the lurking secrets in my mind.

But your eyes slowly unravelled the mystery of my every veins.
They tempted my voice to whisper your name
while I walk past you and the one you are with,
as the wind of that night slowly melted

my secluded bones.

06:14 am: whatever
That "I Do" I wrote was like a sappy song lyrics. I hope to write a concrete poem next time.
Yeah, got my hair cut short. Everyone at my department-History and Social Sciences told me that I look like a cute teenage boy, mwehehehe. Whatever... : )
It's already six pm. I have to go.
Will post my fave Haiku next time, written by Prince Otsu and his Lady.

01:15 am: I Do
I shall have my hair cut short later today. It will be my form of self mutilation.


And I Do

I ran to hide the slitheting tears on my face,
to hide them while i pass along the trees.
I want them soaked away from you,
I want to cover them from your view.

I pulled my shirt to wipe the drops,
and kissed the dust that stained my map;
I know they shall bring me to my home,
that once special place where we once torn.

I want to save these tears away from you,
away from your sight that I once knew.

I shall not see you, oh how time flies,
when clouds deformed our hurried skies.
But I ended up looking for your eyes,
I ended up looking for your eyes.

09:37 pm: Search for Me
Search for me not
in between
the pages of the book that I gave you.

Neither I reside in there,
nor linger my thoughts deep within those letters
that the author has
written.

Search for me
within your chest,
or between your eyes,

where your heart shouts my name,
or your sight reaches the mountains
deep within the shadows of the leaves,

hiding the words that I
cannot say to you.

09:24 pm: Cascades
At last I was able to watch the long awaited second concert of Cascades last Friday,(Sept. 9), after that intriguing one last April of this year (that one when people thought it was a hoax coz everyone thought the group died of plane crash in the 70s /80s?) .The one on April-that one when Reg and me wasn't able to watch, was a trial for the group.

Unfortunately, last Friday,Reg wasn't able to go with me, man, (dahil bz na naman! gravay talaga yang Citibank na work na yan! huhu). So I went with April and her co teachers from Claret,(most of whom are on their late 30s,40s and 60s, hehe). And Cascades? yeah, matanda na cla but the audience's mixed-may mga bata na nanonood along with the lolos and lolas and mamas and papas and matronas de la guardias, hehehe. Basta, all of us enjoyed it, they have The Company, Area One and the ever admiring Violinist (whose name escapes my terrible memory right now(was it Jay Cayuca ba????). And most of us were dancing and calling the singers "papa, tatang and lolo", hahaha! nope, joke lang yun. Walang makakalampas sa Cascades. In fact, mas gusto ko pa cla sa Beatles. Maganda kc blending ng boses nila.And I love The LAst Leaf, of all songs, hehehe. : ) Haaay, Melancholic to death talaga ako. Advocate ng ka-lungkutan sa buhay. waaaa.

*nope, di ako malungkot. masaya ako at ang lovelife ko, so far.

yun lang.

06:08 am: Teaching
I am at the TIP Faculty Computer Center. Will just post this for reminders. Will read this later:

http://nextwave.sciencemag.org/feature/cdctoolkit.shtml

http://nextwave.sciencemag.org/cgi/content/full/2003/03/12/4

http://nextwave.sciencemag.org/cgi/content/full/1999/11/11/1

08:07 pm: Fix You

Have listened to Chico and Delamar and they had played We Belong Together by Mariah Carey. It was the most played song in US these days, they said. And I like the song too.

Also, they played Fix You by Cold Play. So far, this song is my favorite since Yellow and The Scientist. The lyrics are well-written. Chris Martin said that this song was written for his wife, Gwyneth Paltrow, when Gwyneth was so sad over the death of her father whom she was so close with.

And most British and Irish bands have this really melancholic songs, and they are good and perfect at interpreting those. Like Keane, Depeche Mode,Travis, also the Irish band U2.

Ok, here's the song Fix You. Actually, to quote Chico, I think it is also nice when the word will be "mend".

This is for you my friend. I really miss you:

Fix You
Coldplay

When you try your best, but you don't succeed
When you get what you want, but not what you need
When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse

And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

When high up above or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

Tears stream down your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
Tears stream down your face
And I...

Tears stream down your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream down your face
And I...

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

05:56 pm: Everybody is Free
ADVICE, LIKE YOUTH, PROBABLY JUST WASTED ON THE YOUNG(from:http://supak.com/sunscreen.htm)
The original column by Mary Schmich of The Chicago Tribune. June 1, 1997. The song, on the CD Something for Everybody by Baz Luhrmann, is properly credited to Schmich.
The lyrics to Everybody's Free to Wear Sunscreen, by Mary Schmich:

Wear sunscreen.

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.

Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing.

Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.

Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.

Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.

Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.

Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.

Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.

Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.

05:55 pm: Being Twenty-Something
Being Twenty-Something-Anonymous

They call it the "Quarter-life Crisis." It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are a lot of things about yourself that you didn't know and may not like. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two,but then get scared because you barely know where you are now.You start realizing that people are selfish and that,maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met and the people you have lost touch with are some of the
most important ones. What you do not realize is that they are realizing that too and are not really cold or catty or mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you.
You look at your job. It is not even close to what you thought you would be doing or maybe you are looking for one and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and are scared. You miss the comforts of college, of groups, of socializing with the same people on a constant basis. But then you realize that maybe they weren't so great after all.
You are beginning to understand yourself and what you want and do not want.Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging a bit more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and add things to your list ofwhat is acceptable and what is not.
You are insecure and then secure. You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused.Suddenly change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward.
You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you or you lie in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough to get to know better. You love someone but maybe love someone else too and cannot figure out why you are doing this because you are not a bad person.
One night stands and random hook ups start to look cheap and getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic. You go through the same emotions and questions over and over and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision.
You worry about loans and money and the future and making a life for yourself and while winning the race would be great,right now you'd just like to be a contender! What you may not realize is that everyone reading this relates to it. We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out.

05:12 pm: Logic
just a practice on Logic:

I am nobody.
Nobody is perfect, therefore, I am perfect!

(wehehehe, just kidding!). : )

=====================================
poems that I wrote:

1.) Answer

That leaf
floating on the river
answers your question on loneliness.

2.) A Lady Strolling

Her body emulates a cadence
as she walks
peering at the sunset brimming over the
restless crowd,
grasping their coats
while waiting for a jeepney.

04:56 pm: Fever





"If what Proust says is true, that happiness is


the absence of fever, then I will never know


happiness.


For I am possessed by a fever for knowledge,


experience, and creation". -Anais Nin

04:53 pm: Be Drunk













Be Drunk


Charles Beaudelaire





You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to


it--it's the only way. So as not to feel the horrible


burden of time that breaks your back and bends


you to the earth, you have to be continually


drunk.


But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish.


But be drunk.


And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the


green grass of a ditch, in the mournful solitude of


your room, you wake again, drunkenness already


diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave,


the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying,


everything that is groaning, everything that is


rolling, everything that is singing, everything that is


speaking. . .ask what time it is and wind, wave,


star, bird, clock will answer you: "It is time to be


drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time,


be drunk, be continually drunk! On wine, on poetry


or on virtue as you wish."