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Nothing to do with the Prose Title

June 10, 2011

Happy Weekend!

It has been quite a while having myself busy tapping this keyboard for my blog. Guys, thanks to those who are
still digging into my stuff. But don’t worry, as a sign of gratitude, I’ll break the ice right now! Yey!

Had been busy with work lately and realize that I could hardly open any of my accounts in the net. Poor me, but with strong persuasion from a friend to update this blog…chanang! Here we go. And of all the social network accounts that I have, I don’t know why it came to my mind to open my friendster account. Maybe because I had heard rumors about it closing down or whatsoever, that you need to email their admin and ask for your stuff. We’ll, I guess I bought it, I dug down into my profile and to my surprise, had found this my old friendster blogs. And to my delight, it would save me a heck of time sharing these to you than making a new one.

This one is classic. Wrote this one after I dumped a girl after months of investing my time and money. We’ll at least I have the courage to say “It’s Over”. Hehe, reminiscing my emo days.

Believe me, this is going to hurt me too.

The pain you are about to feel will also be my pain, although not too long ago, mine had not been yours. I should have warned you before everything began; I should have told you about my flaw before I let you in my world. Maybe I would not need to do this. To hurt you will not be easy.

It has been written over and over, happy is the person who finds joy in sunshine through a window, bliss in smilies and random text messages, music in the laughter of playing children, pleasure in a borrowed book read over a lazy weekend.

And many believed.

Yet few realized the repercussions of living in the little things. Because just as they are the trinkets of happiness in our every day, they are, when neglected, constant reminders of what is unrequited.

The little things never were important to you, in the same way, I am inclined to think, I never was.

I am angry. I am hurt. And before all the hurting turns to hate, over which I am afraid I have no control, I must hurt you back. You are the reason. Somehow, you have yet to see that.

I remember how, as a child, I used to skip dinner whenever my mother would scold me. It was cruel, knowing how she would later feel guilty about her son hungering the whole night; it was nonetheless the perfect strategy to get what I wanted.

At a very young age, I discovered how pain changes people.

It is solitude in a vacant seat that shows us who and what really matter, indifference in empty conversations that reminds us of the people and things we have taken for granted.

Pain confronts us with the realities happiness cannot. Pain is liberating.

Do not be afraid. It is still I, the one who taught you the magic of finding the right beat in the dance maniax stall, the one who showed you the warmth of his tears that lonely night, the one with whom you transformed the unrelenting rain into a shower of sanity.

It is still I, I who will hurt when I see you hurt.

This is a cycle that must come to pass.

When it does, I do hope you forgive me, as I would forgive you.

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Board Exam Blues: Procrastination

September 26, 2010
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I procrastinate much.

I’m the kind of person that burns the midnight lamp the night before deadlines.  But it’s a different story when I’m preparing for a long term exam that doesn’t fit procrastination. Like what I’m doing now, making a blogpost when i should be studying.

It’s just that I’m finding it hard to START with whatever I planned to do. Yeah, I’m a good planner but starting with such plan is like pushing a boulder in the middle of Colon Street. likewise I know there could be any forms of such thing as of (like I did a research on this one): working on (a) nothing , (b) something less important, (c) something more important. Heck, the last type is (i would argue on this) is good procrastination. Believe me, the most impressive persons I know are terrible Procrastinators. In good sense, it’s like avoiding to do some household chores to do real work.

And in good sense, I’m finding a way to solve this problem because it’s almost like two months before my board exam. So I’ll just let myself  do these with delight rather than having my “to-do” list push me into this sink-hole (hehe). I’m sure most of you guys can relate on this. But I guess we’ll just have to sail close to the wind with this one and leave the RIGHT things undone.

-silverboi

Get me started…

Spilled from the Mug

September 26, 2010

Are most of you’re friends n FB really you’re “real-friend” or just “friend-friend”? Most of the social-networking geeks today tend to add people in the net just for the sake of having many “friends”. They became used to it as that certain site is a popularity

Someone sacked me out in his Facebook friends’ list! Yes, sack me again please in wherever networking site that you want and I’ll deal it with class. We’ll, the least that I could do is say “I dont Care”.

It’s never been like “add me up in fb ” cause I wanna be you friend”. What’s important is how you maintain your interactions with such number of friends. Quantity was never been blessed with popularity. So the more we try to expand our horizons in such networking sites, there is a certain possibility that we’ll be defeating its purpose. It’s like adding the whole bunch of crap into a sinking ship.

What’s ironic is that I’m writing a blog about such thing. Sweet and sugar factory… Silver

Spilled

Welcome to KAICEI

July 26, 2010

KAICEI

It’s not like I’m persuading you all to play this kind of apps in FB, but sure it’s really great. It’s like Cafe world and Farmville in one. So if i were you, search it up and we’ll see each other in Gourmet Street. WeH!

Not another SONA post

July 26, 2010

When will we see a Filipino-created gadget? When will our literary works be heralded equal as Shakespeare’s?

This post is not intended to back-up the recent SONA. It’s just that after hearing what PNOY had laid down in the Congress, I had tried to dig deeper with the real definition of this word. PROUD.

It’s always been a cliche when we, Filipinos, dig into the fact that we should “be proud” about being a Filipino. I mean, aren’t we all? Of course, there are a lot of things Filipinos should be proud of like culture, heritage, tradition, folklores, a spate of these sort. Heroes and Patriots died for the love of our country and that we, younger generations should be “proud”. Why not?

But looking into the bigger picture, haven’t all of the nations out there have their own indispensable taste of patriotism, culture and distinctions? It would make no difference. That wouldn’t make ours richer and greater. And now, how can we be proud of something common to all? It’s like singing “I have two hands, the left and the right“, while everybody have the same pair of hands, French-finger tipped at that.

Being proud of ourselves as Filipinos will not make the Philippines a better nation. Mere pride will not make a frog an adorable prince; it is still a silly, pungent, dirty little frog.

The solution? It’s not for me to tell. Bottomline is, it’s up to you to do your part. Now that the election is over, the hyped of being “Ako Mismo” seems to back into the level of “Ako Muna”.

The challenged is this… when will we see a Filipino-created gadget? When will our literary works be heralded equal as Shakespeare’s? When will the “matuwid na landas” be really straight? And when will we be truly PROUD?

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Old work from Panglao Island.

July 25, 2010
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I am a traveler rather than a tourist.

That’s why it’s my plan to travel the whole country. When I went in Bohol, i have discovered many things. A whole different culture than what I get used to here in Bacolod. The province’s main economy lies in Tourism, so you can see a whole flock of different tourists anywhere in the main attractions of the province. Great place, fun people, and a perfect time to reflect. So I haven’t deprived myself in scribing few pieces. I think this is the only “bearable” one. The piece was never published in the PA back then because i was too selfish to put this in papers. Here it goes:

Believe me, this is going to hurt me too.

The pain you are about to feel will also be my pain, although not too long ago, mine had not been yours. I should have warned you before everything began; I should have told you about my flaw before I let you in my world. Maybe I would not need to do this. To hurt you will not be easy.

It has been written over and over, happy is the person who finds joy in sunshine through a window, bliss in smilies and random text messages, music in the laughter of playing children, pleasure in a borrowed book read over a lazy weekend.

And many believed.

Yet few realized the repercussions of living in the little things. Because just as they are the trinkets of happiness in our every day, they are, when neglected, constant reminders of what is unrequited.

The little things never were important to you, in the same way, I am inclined to think, I never was.

I am angry. I am hurt. And before all the hurting turns to hate, over which I am afraid I have no control, I must hurt you back. You are the reason. Somehow, you have yet to see that.

I remember how, as a child, I used to skip dinner whenever my mother would scold me. It was cruel, knowing how she would later feel guilty about her son hungering the whole night; it was nonetheless the perfect strategy to get what I wanted.

At a very young age, I discovered how pain changes people.

It is solitude in a vacant seat that shows us who and what really matter, indifference in empty conversations that reminds us of the people and things we have taken for granted.

Pain confronts us with the realities happiness cannot. Pain is liberating.

Do not be afraid. It is still I, the one who taught you the magic of finding the right beat in the dance maniax stall, the one who showed you the warmth of his tears that lonely night, the one with whom you transformed the unrelenting rain into a shower of sanity.

It is still I, I who will hurt when I see you hurt.

This is a cycle that must come to pass.

When it does, I do hope you forgive me, as I would forgive you.

-Silverboi

Overlooking Main Bohol

Runes: Hot from Philippine Artisan stands

July 25, 2010

Presenting the latest Philippine Artisan Literary Folio: The Runes.

Weaved from the brilliant minds of TUPV students, “Chaos Theory”, the new theme for this years runes, tackles unconscious effects in the whole “dynamic system” by a single yet non-chanlant act. Sure, I won’t spoil the whole piece. Grab it till its hot.

P.S. Last year’s theme, “Perya”  portray’s Philippine Society as a chick perya sub-culture.

-Silverboi