Three Minutes.

Today.
September 20, 2008.
8:33 PM.


Wrote two short poems for Humanities 1 class last Thursday.
I finished typing these at the stroke of 10:03 on the laptop watch.

Now that's what you call cramming. XD


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SOLITUDE


I feel
the winds drift
away from the lands
away from memory
to a gale
where dreams stay
to contemplate
misery

Sitting on one side
of a filthy road
basking underneath
the heat of the sun
frying me
like sundae
on Wednesdays

I squint upon
gazing at the horizon
and so I hear
the minute keys
of a distant piano
that never existed
but blares on

Everything sinks in
yellow skies
tranquil puddles
grasses sway
to the turbulence
of the breeze
and the fact
that I feed
on solitude

When in fact
it feeds
on me


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AND A LAPTOP


Living in a dormitory
I am accustomed
to sharing my college tribulations
with my five roommates
and after four months
I discover
it was better this way

Three minutes after ten
and I still succumb
to type a poem
and I fear
that by exploiting my material
I will seem
all too amateurish

Four open windows
on my left
and a sleeping Drew
on my right
and then
just then
I begin to feel
the urgency
to rush
to Humanities class

A poem ends here
but not my hopes
of exulting my words
for as long as there are hands
and a laptop


I am alive



Solitude & And A Laptop. © Adiktus08. 2008.
All rights reserved.

Is LifeHacking Easy?

Today.
September 15, 2008.
8:04 PM.

ElBi life burns me out.
If not a flurry of activities here, due papers there.
You don't get to rest even for a wink.

I remembered for a moment that if I genuinely aspire to be
a well-adapted writer, I must start blogging.
So I did just that.

I was a blog enthusiast on my latter two years in secondary school.
Having two Friendster accounts, each had a blog of its own.
Reading my former posts, I felt a bit giddy,
but appreciated how I had come to grow as a writer.

I posted three self-composed declamation pieces in one sitting once.
I plugged the arrival of my works on the other.
Overall, outlets for writing frustration? Very much so.

To fuel my creativity,
I immersed myself to listening songs that infects me.
Maybe absurd, but by doing so, I form my works out of nothing.

Writing in secondary school is tedious and nerve-wracking.
I felt I was always compelled to write
to propose my advantage over others.

Haha. Times have changed.
Writing in tertiary school is exulting and therapeutic.
I'm compelled to write now
to materialize my appreciation to the world.

Yes. I'm pretty much content with the ElBi life.
Living as a Men's Dorm resident.
Brisk-walking for thirty minutes across the campus.
Ranting about my 'hell week' with my roommates.
Sharing handouts with my classmates in ENG2 and HUM1.

It's routine, but it's one routine I'd never abandon. XD

Desiderata.

(Uh. Very existential, I know. Yet its power lies
not on its words, but on the hubris it depicts.)


~ DESIDERATA ~

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible, without surrender,
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even to the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons;
they are vexatious to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain or bitter,
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs,
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals,
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love,
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment,
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be.
And whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life,
keep peace in your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.


(Booya.)


Desiderata. © Max Ehrmann. 1927.
All rights reserved.