Tuesday, July 27, 2010

missed

I haven't spoken to him in a while...
It makes me wonder...
It gets me paranoid...

I'm not quite sure if it's something due to conflict of schedules
or conflict of personality's

that, I'm not quite sure

What I am sure of though is that i do feel a little guilty
a little confused
a little dazed
a little scared

I miss and I miss
I miss our random conversations
our intellectual humor, if we could call it such
I miss and I miss


and i have to admit i think i am at fault

a crippling friendship all thanks to paranoia and a belief that was never mine

I hope i haven't missed my chance at friendship
I ruined my 1st one, i hope i don't end up f*cking the second

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Saturday, July 17, 2010

amongst the cobwebs and spiders

And back to the darkness I go.

Amongst the cobwebs and spiders.

A dark melancholic cloud claws its way over esteem, over hope and over expectations.

Dreams fall fast and shatter in the dark and endless abyss.

They never said falling down the rabbit hole was any fun.

A crack of light sends the entire room spinning.

A chance at freedom.

A chance at sight.

A chance at normalcy.

A chance at change.

A chance at sanity.

A chance at seconds.

We are pushed back up only to find ourselves blinded by the starkness of the light.

Blinded, we find ourselves plunged back into the darkness.

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dream state

unravel the dream-like phantasmagoria of the inner depths of your mind's illustrious and iridescent delusions
Conquer the flaming and fleeting passions of your heart's desires
Rekindle the prowess of the unadulterated silence of innocence
Drink from the fountain of youth and quench ones hunger with simple decadence and titillating fancies

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Monday, July 12, 2010

Follow the heart-shaped pink post it





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Friday, July 09, 2010

Just for one night

For one night i placed my heart on my sleeve
and let the tears fall down before you.


For one night i placed my heart on my sleeve.
It shivered.
It's not used to being out in the cold,
bare and naked.


For one night i placed my heart on my sleeve,
shattered with it's pieces astray.


For one night i placed my heart on my sleeve,
It's pulse barely beating.


For one night i placed my heart on my sleeve,
leaving nothing up to chance.


Just for one night

Just for one night

I placed my heart on my sleeve
for you to see.




Just for one night.


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Wednesday, July 07, 2010

joseph gordon-levitt, bob dylan and gas stations

“It’s a bunch of bulls—, a waste of time.
It depresses me. And I’m not easily depressed.
When I’m at the grocery store, those magazines—they always suck me in. I go, ‘I can’t f–kin’ believe that this is what we’re looking at.’ It’s really sad.
Why shouldn’t there be beautiful works of art on the grocery stands?

Like Bob Dylan said, you know, art doesn't belong in museums, it belongs in gas stations…

Even in a purely selfish way, I would absolutely argue that you are bringing bad sh– your way by consuming and enjoying that kind of hostility.”

Joseph Gordon-Levitt
on tabloid culture
being toxic


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Monday, July 05, 2010

woman

The silent persuasion

The unspoken has a strength that of which no voice can crumble.

So we’ve been tasked to write a cross text analysis of The Virgin by Kerima Polotan-Tuvera, Magnificence by Estrella Alfon and Wedding Dance by Amador Daguio using the Feminist Theory. I was, at first, hesitant by the task with which we were given. At a glance the stories show an array of heroines in different situations, but none that scream of neither feminism nor equality; most of which, for me, even displayed a sense of weakness, desperation and submission. This in turn led me to question my own views on feminism. What is feminism for me? I always thought of a feminist as a woman who fought for equality, for the rights of women. Though this definition isn’t wrong it is two-dimensional, it’s flat. I realized quickly thereafter my fault: I was looking at this challenge as a man, and not as a woman. I viewed this as a typical girl who’s lived in a patriarchal society: survival of the fittest, strength over emotion, bark over bite and how women should be more like men; I felt quite disappointed by this realization, but nonetheless happy to have found the fault of my theory.

As I reread the stories assigned several tenets of feminism arise from the text. In the Virgin Ms. Mijares showed strength in the office and, in her quiet confidence and guarded state, showed her sexuality in more than one occasion. She displayed that women have a right to express their sexual tendencies may it be overt or subtle, but of course not to the point of exploitation.

In the Wedding Dance Lumnay shows her strength through emotion, through passion, through love. As she had the strength to fight for a love lost, she also had the strength to let go. As she questions her role in society she discovers how women are being exploited as a sex and as a class; how they are measured and confined by reproduction. As her mind is opened she runs free, her fingers moving amongst the growing bean pods.

In Magnificence the mother illuminated a light seen in most mothers. She exuded feminism in her fight for justice; against that of sexual violence and the exploitation of women. She sought to end a violence in which her daughter was a victim. She took control and took matters into her own hands.

Though I think the feministic quality common in all three texts is that of freedom. In all three stories the women showed the power of choice, from choosing to accept her sexuality towards another, to choosing to let go of someone out of love, or even the choice to stand up against an evil. These women, though in drastically different environments and situations stressed the importance of choice. They showed that a woman can control their lives even amidst such a patriarchal society.

Each of them showed a silent force, a persuasion that need not shout. Even in the confines of their minds they showed a spirit that is woman.

The fact that they acknowledge their freedom, their right to choose they ultimately put themselves on equal grounds with the men of society. Though they established this in different ways, they, in one way or the other, showed that they are the masters of their own destiny. That at the end of the day they hold their lives. From a simple choice of diction ("you will wait for me"), to the excruciating sacrifice of letting him dance with her, to choosing to be one step higher; they all displayed the power of choice: a blessing given by God Himself to those He looks upon with favor.

Putting aside the characteristics of feminism that the heroines of these stories displayed, I then put in a slight twist: my opinion. Though all women undoubtedly put a certain amount of feminine mystique I still feel short on what could’ve been an inspirational amount of girl power.

For the Virgin I thought Ms. Mijares to be a very naïve woman; desperate and trying to ‘grow up’ too fast. I feel as if she just jumped at the possibility of having sex with this boy who had the ‘economy of movement, graceful and light, a man who knew his body and used it well.’ I thought it wasn’t very smart of her to be so submissive in such a short amount of time. She acted like a 13 year old girl who’s getting her first bra. I must say I was quite disappointed. I felt like she was a closeted flirt, just waiting for the moment her ruffles get drenched in front of a man with passion in their veins.

In the Magnificence the star of the story I think is undoubtedly the mother. I think of the three heroines presented she was the strongest and most independent from beginning to end. She was like a lioness, brave, collected and protective over her cubs. Plus I love the fact that she (excuse the term) b*tch slapped a man, something you rarely see in a very patriarchal society. She took control of a situation that could’ve been easily kept. She fought for what was right and wasn’t afraid to step up to the plate. How could you not love a woman who knows what is right and fights for what she believes in?

As for the Wedding Dance I couldn’t quite determine my side on the text. I have mixed feelings when it comes to Lumnay. At first she was very fragile and dependent on her husband. She seemed weak, submissive, a typical ‘wife’: someone whose only role is to serve her husband. Lumnay was like Bella in twilight, that without HIM she’d rather die, e.g.But, Awiyao, I am useless. I must die.’ I didn’t like that very much. I thought she didn’t have much of a spine that she couldn’t stand with her own two feet. She gave that notion that Awiyao completed her, and that without him she would crumble. But then things started to turn ever so slightly. She questioned, she doubted. She saw her worth as a woman when he left to dance. She questioned, she doubted, she fought with the realities that clouded her society. By the end of the story she had the strength to stand up. So though I do hate the submissiveness she displayed in the beginning and the middle of the story by the end I learned to love her quiet rebellion against the norms of her society.

As I come to the end of my cross text analysis of The Virgin by Kerima Polotan-Tuvera, Magnificence by Estrella Alfon and Wedding Dance by Amador Daguio I noticed that all of the women possessed a certain poise and grace in their moments of empowerment.

They all proved that a woman is a force to be reckoned with; that a woman possesses an air of mysticism and strength; a silent persuasion that of which is woman.

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