Invisible Hand

I was wrong when I thought I will be giving up on her. She’s became a big part of my life. I’m in dire need of her. To this, I dedicate this composition. Not really related to the Sphinx-Phoenix story but its also very memorable to me since I created this while I was so down with all the burdens of life.

Never Give Up

Damn, I remember the
days that I failed

It keeps coming back
to me

It didn’t left me
without these scars

Every drop of rain
that falls from the skies

The pain is in my
eyes

These tears make
this man stronger

I never give up when
the sun’s still there

Giving the light I
need to win

The battle’s not
over

I don’t wanna give
up

It’s a bullshit

Damn, why should I
always be uncertain

If a knife can cut
my skin

Or if a bullet can
draw a line

Every drop of blood

Leaking through my
armor

Feeds my raging soul

Why should I
surrender

I never give up when
the sun’s still there

Giving the light I
need to win

The battle’s not
over

I don’t wanna give
up

It’s a bullshit

God damn it, I’ve
broken one string

But I need to finish
what I’ve started

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh
yeah

Oh yeah, oh yeah,
never say no

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh
yeah

Oh yeah, oh yeah,
never say no

I never give up when
the sun’s still there

Giving the light I
need to win

The battle’s not
over

I don’t wanna give
up

It’s a bullshit

I, the Sphinx from Hades, has acquired this human emotion called LOVE, to a Lady Phoenix, God’s beloved princess. I have had struggled to get her. But then, I realized, I’m just making a fool out of myself. My filthy hands aren’t fit for her ring, or mine is detrimental to her flame. For her sake and mine shall I live by my own lest her fairness be gone. Goodbye Phoenix. Good bye for now. 

Yes! At last! Its second semester AY 2007-08 already. In two hours, it will be November 14, Wednesday; the only day in the year dedicated for the start of 2nd sem here in UPLB. In 11 hours, my first class will be at hand. I missed school days very much. Now, I’m gonna relish the hard days of schooling (joke lang..ü).

I’m gonna do my best this time. I feel like I’m having the "DYNAMIC UNO" for all my subjects. Though I only have 14 units to register (hopefully I will get a slot in PSY 1 but my friends scare me telling that the college secretary’s strict when it comes to giving Form 26 saying "Form 26 is extremely rare."), I have a very hectic schedule. I have three laboratory subjects (PHYSICS 82, CS 21, CS 22). But despite the rumors on these subjects, I am confident that I can pass them in my own fashion.

I may find it hard to post on this blog but still I will do my best as time permits. I love writing now. I view it as a form of entertainment and expression at its fullest. My mind is very active and I can’t help myself but put down what my mind says. Its not that I am not thinking what I’m writing at all. Its just that the Holy Spirit gives me these kinds of abilities. One is writing on this blog, the other is thinking what to write and how to write. Not to mention, I also read a lot. These skills are to my advantage as others don’t have them or simply neglect their gifts. Its like having a personal relationship with LUCK. In fact, I’m flirting with luck and tomorrow’s the first day of my luck-flirting mission, the "Flirt Day High," with reference to a popular Filipino band called Parokya ni Edgar.

God bless to all!

Haiz!.. I’m lasing again! Whew! kaw ba naman makaubos ng isang bote ng GSM gin. Akala ko di ako malalasing eh, eto, nangangasim ung sikmura. Nasikmuraan ko nga kanina sina Tere tpos si Rodly e, tinaboy ko habang may hinuhugasan sa lababo. sori, sori tlga.. I thot di ako malalasing dun sa 1 long neck na un. hina ng tolerance ko mga tolz. Nweiz, love the "LIMEHOUSE"!.. haha.. punta kayo sa bhay nmin ng mas mdalas sa palagi ha?.. love your company! until here nalang. i’m going home now. i’m so tired and i’m weary bout my situation. gotta go to bed and take some rest. God bless sa studies ko, taas ng pangarap ko ngayon, at sa inyo din!!! to my phoenix, miss you.

"In wealthy nations, POVERTY is a shame. In poor countries, WEALTH is likewise."                                                                 -Confucius

Let me start with the news about the 11 year old girl who committed suicide out of desperation. For one thing, it calls for change encompassing both political and social aspects of  our society.  Political in the  sense that the government was not successful in "any" of its programs aimed at dissolving poverty in this country. How many promises were made by our politicians during their campaigns and after winning, they seem to have forgotten them all? Also, even if they did some "programs," mostly were not finished for some reasons we’re supposed to know but unfortunately, they try to hide them. One thing is clear: transparency in government offices must be enforced!
In the case of
(Not yet finished.)

It took me two sticks before I learned the trick. It was kinda fun, I admit, though I really don’t like it at first. It irritates, suffocates, and causes cancer. A tumor not only borne in my physical being but all the things essential to me. A malignant tumor with the purpose of destroying my very being. I love myself and I love her. She hates things I like. I can do nothing to it but change. She’s borne of naiveness, of secularism, she’s afraid. And I love scaring her… it makes me laugh. I’m the sphinx, she’s the phoenix. Perhaps its impossible to be like her at this point, or maybe I can pretend to be. But that would only make me even more powerful–powerful than ever! Having many eyes for a single target, that’s it. I’m tired but I’m not tired. I have minions out there, she’s hasn’t.

I wasted four sticks trying to figure out how to cross the ocean between us. There’s only one way–to fly. But I don’t have wings right now. So I just thought, I wish I could ride on these smoke rings I make. Crazy it may be! But its a wish.
My problem now is to keep the ring intact so that when it carries my pump, my pump would not drop. I’m afraid it will have fallen into the wild bushes, or into the rocky hills. The ring must reach her! The ring must reach her! But how? She said she doesn’t like it. But how can I reach her? Should I wait until I have wings? No I can’t. Maybe the smoke ring is the answer.
I tried… but I failed. The ring slowly disintegrates into bits of tiny molecules and faded before it reached the heaven’s boundaries; it doesn’t keep itself intact. I wish I had powers. I wish I had powers. I wish I had powers. I wish I had powers.
Then, I thought, maybe I’ll just let this pass and wait for Judgment Day. When we die, our spirits will carry on to another universe. The sphinx and the phoenix, the secular and the naive, the scourge and the sentinel, will meet again and build a family.
For now, I’ll just keep on experimenting, keep on practicing how to make solid rings. No matter how many sticks will I waste, I don’t care. I want to make a ring that will someday reach her and cover her and protect her. Maybe its another ring, not made of smoke, but of a wonderful gem, that will, considering all possibilities, bind us, cover us, and protect us. This sphinx need His guidance. An insolent creature humbles itself before Him. Not as a ghost, nor a golem, nor a king with the greatest material possession, but in the most precious, most humble, human form. God help me. I need her, Your most valued "pet."

nagbabrowse lang ako ng profiles sa friendster tapos nabasa ko to.. di ko alam kung sino ang gumawa pero kinopya ko ng walang copyright kasi wala talaga siyang kwenta.. basahin niyo rin para ma-aliw kayo:

"Ito ang testimonial na npakawalang
kwenta.. Maiinis ka sa kkabasa dahil
tlaga nmang walang kwenta ang
testimonial na to.. Sayang lang oras
mo
sa pagbasa ng testimonial kong
walang
kwenta!.. Pero kahit na ang
testimonial
ko ay walang kwenta, bakit patuloy
mo
pa ring binabasa! Wala kang
kwenta!!..
hindi mo ba naisip na muka ka ng
tanga
sa kakabasa ng testimonial na to!..
Natatawa ka cguro dahil naisip mo na
npakawalang kwentang tao mo pala!.
Alam
mo na nga na walang kwenta tong
binabasa mo pero ayaw mo pa ring
tumigil.. Pinanindigan mo na talaga na
wala ka talagang kwenta!!.. But at
least may testimonial ka na.. PERO!,
Kung gusto mong magkaron ng
kwenta ang
nabasa mo, approve mo at hayaan
mong
mabasa rin ng iba at ng malaman nila
na
wala rin pla clang kwenta pag nabasa
nila ang testimonial kong NPAKA-
WALANG
KWENTA!!.. laughing makes u look
younger, hope i make u laugh.."

Gin Blossoms! This band is really COOL! I regret I didn’t listen to their music (and other bands classified under ALTERNATIVE MUSIC) as I have tried to savor the bitterness and frustrations of emo songs (c/o Dashboard Confessionals and Secondhand Serenade). Alternative music got me once and now its going to get me again. Love songs shouldn’t be sad; it should be otherwise. What flourishes today do not actually reflect the true meaning of love (and friendship). They’re filled with space-deep sadness and hell-burning anger oftentimes the result of frustrations and ill-decided pretensions. Although people claim its their way of expressing themselves, I doubt it. It’s more like following a cult that cultivates anger and hate and frustrations and sadness. (Although I utterly believe all genre creates its own cult but obviously with differing curriculum or doctrines.) I almost got into the cult but luckily, I was "SAVED".

Music really is very influential in human lives. Still, I do not say I don’t like listening to emo (and related) music. It’s an art. But sadly, I don’t have enough time to entertain all. I really have to choose. Perhaps there will come a time when I will have to change my mind and shift to emo, maybe because it also helps sometimes. But oftentimes, it helps make the pain become much larger than life. Unprecedented things occur otherwise. It’s much better that I have slight attachment to it or a greater will draw me into oblivion. But before anyone gets confused, my point here is that, you choose your own genre, your own “CULT” to follow. I don’t restrict you from living in your WILL because first, I don’t have the authority and second, I don’t care. All I do is warn you from the things you might’ve not seen or pretend not to. The INVISIBLE HAND works invisibly in manners powerful as the universe allows.

Gin Blossoms

Gin Blossoms are an alternative rock band formed in 1987, in Tempe, Arizona. They took their name from a photo of W.C. Fields which bore the caption "W.C. Fields with gin blossoms," referring to the actor’s gin-ravaged nose. The band, who were musically weaned on The Byrds and Tom Petty, released three albums and had several hits in the mid 1990s,
before breaking up in 1997. Five years later in 2002, the band
reunited, released a DVD, resumed touring, and promised a fourth album.
Major Lodge Victory, the Gin Blossoms’ first album in ten years, was released on August 8, 2006 on the Hybrid Recordings label.

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SAMPLE MUSIC

Hapit na jud ang second semester! Pila nalang ka-adlaw! Magkita na sad ta mga pipz pagkahuman sa pipila ka-adlaw nga lipay-lipay, relax-relax. Excited na ko magskwela pero gusto pa sad nako nga magdugay ang bakasyon kay kapoy jud baya magskwela. Hinuon, daghan man pud ug holidays ang second sem. Unya, ginahulat pud nako ang UPLB Feb Fair 2008. Dili lang pud tingali ako ang naga-apas sa FebFair. Unya hapit na pud ang Pasko 2007. Pagkahuman, New Year. O! Pila kaha ka-adlaw ang bakasyon sa second sem? Daghan jud ay. Daghan nga chances nga makaligo ko utro sa Hotspring.

Mingaw na ko sa amo. Unta ka-uli na ko sa among balay. Basin karong summer na ko mouli kay concentrate sa sa skwela. Gusto nako ma-awardan sa prof. Bisan unsa gud nga award.

Grabe! Kalami jud magnightswimming sa hotspring. Nangaligo man gud mi gabie ba uban sila Ate Jing, Kuya Eric, Lloyd, Kuya Volts, ug daghan pa mi. Si Mabel, sexy kaayo sa mga pictures. Sige lang, i-post ra nako ang mga pictures sa pangaligo namo! Isa pud diay, lingaw jud mi kaayo ug kanta-kanta sa jukebox ay! Unta naa pa next time. Pero kay gilibre ra man gud ko ato. Salamat Kuya Volts, bawi ra ko!

Mao ni ang mga pics namo. Siyempre gipili lang nako ang apil ko.