Subliminal Writer


Waiting for my laptop to boot and enjoying the feel of a very full stomach aftwr eating a hefty lunch of katsudons and the endless cabbage, my eyes landed on this pen. In my mind, my hand swiftly picks it up and my mind started to look for any blank sheets of paper to write into. Any piece. Any size. Post its. Anything incan scribble on. I can write a lot of things with that pen.

In my head, i have written plays, screen plays, poems, sonnets, essays, everything…

In my mind….




Hold tight….
We are on a flight…
Let me be your wing
Until you gain your might

Flap slowly
And heal completely
Wipe your tears
And you will be ready

In a little while
When you find your smile
Slowly loosen your grip
And trust mine

Spread your wing
Be lifted by the wind
Soar smoothly
Lift up your chin

When time is right
My grip will no longer be tight
Enjoy the breeze
You will glide

Take flight
Be brave im on your side
Soar free
You can hold out any time

Let the wind carry you
Where you find yourself new
where only you can go
To live your truth

Distance is an illusion
You will fade into the horizon
The wind will carry me
To regain on my own

Our breezes will cross
Maybe in another bitter winter frost
Distance is an illlusion
I hope the most

Read Up Project 8: The Earth, My Butt and Other Big Round Things


photo courtesy of wikipedia. the book i read didnt have this cover but the title and, well, story i suppose is the same.

the story started out far from being wholesome. it got me looking over my shoulder 1.) to see if anyone is looking at me and 2.) to see if anyone can really affirm me that the book really is starting that way and that it is not a messed up copy. No wonder it got banned as per wikipedia’s research. It was that same notion when i was watching Game of Thrones first season. The story ia graphic or boldly descriptive that it is very unlikely for you to not get a picture. I think the author did pretty well in, when banned,  trying to openly portray the as is of the teeangers nowadays.

The story started there but the story did not stay there. it zoomed in and out of Virginia’s life – every bit of it. and with every snapshot i bet anyone will be able to relate. the author painted out not only teenagers but also family, society and all the other things that wrap around relationships and lives.

The silent killer – not talking about issues and waiting for it to just die down just broke me down. Specially when Virginia and her Dad made a pact that betwee  them, they will start communicating.

it is a nice book. not entirely taking sides on which character should be voted for as good guy or bad guy but simply portraying life as it is as humanly as possible. this is one piece of a family guide.

Read Up Project 1: Looking for Alaska

20140227_010314So finally I have read one book for this year’s project! Yey. I have no exact number in mind of books to read I just have to read more than I read last year (if I really even finished up on one). The reason behind is that I know reading does give you a lot of learning. It also gives you a different sense of experience but not entirely moving your butt off your chair or spending a dime to get out of the house in search for an adventure.I think it’s a good investment too.

This I my second book by John Green and I say I like the way he revolves his stories around most characters that normally, we would depict as boring, sorry and nothing ordinary. His books are no fairy tale and it’s none too common also. But what makes it interesting is how he makes a story out of a nerd (here) and out of the lives of cancer patients (The Fault in Our Stars).

This one is a true honest (and a little conservative, I think still) at showing how college is  – pranks, separation from parents, surviving the social expectations, being bullied, struggling with grades while having fun, violating the rules and suffering the consequences once caught. What’s remarkable is the bond of friendship; the central focus on life, our questions and our journey; camaraderie, forgiveness and existence. John Green painted his opinion on life in the life of four or five different characters each one uniquely touched each others’ but mainly by the character of Alaska.

How do we get out of this labyrinth?

In search for my great perhaps…

These are just two of the striking lines in the book that had me questioning myself with HOW DO WE GET OUT OF THIS LABYRINTH?

The latter just an encouragement and justification as to why I’ve always wanted to travel and connect with people outside my familial bonds.

Partly I agree with the last part. I do not want this labyrinth to end Straight and Fast.I’m not in a rush. I want to enjoy the labyrinth as it was meant to be and go collect experiences of all the great perhaps that I will be deciding to take on.

I liked their friendship. Kind of made me think of  “if I die in an accident, would my friends start wanting to know why?” or “if I do it on purpose, would they care to seek for what’s going on in my head?”

Everything that comes together falls apart.

Striking thought. Horrific to some extent and maybe morbid if you’re thinking of death. But for me it was just factual. We will all fall apart some time and some day and the cycle continues. We fall apart and find ourselves back together again.

I believe, though that in this cycle of coming together and falling apart, at some point God is waiting for us to finally agree with Him on our need for Him so that from then on, our coming together is for our breaking of character and our falling apart becomes the test and rebuilding of our character – until such time that we have found ourselves ending our labyrinth back to the paradise we once lost – shared with Him.

out of space out of time.

out of space out of time.
out of space out of time.
out of space out of time.
out of space out of time.
out of time.
out of time.
out of time.
. . .This line ” out of space out of time” was from the book by Michael Connelly. it was a quote from Edgar Allan Poe’s work.

In Connelly’s book it was used as a suicide note by an investigator whose assignment became too much for him.

Currently I am investigating a bloody UAT issue. and as the clock tick I I feel I AM running out of time.

my head is getting clogged with all the mix of paranoia, negative thoughts, encouraging words, life’s-not-all-work stuff and it IS running out of space.

The two suicides in Connelly’s book used their own weapons totake their lives. The only thing I am far from relating to the character is taking the mouse I am using, placing it inside my mouth and shooting inside my mouth with it.

Gory? and yes, untrue. but it’s definitely inside my head – the thoughts I meant.. not the mouse.