Archive for January, 2007

22
Jan

Flowing Lenses, Flaming Senses

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Sometimes in a dream, you’ll go to a place quite instantly familiar you’ve never actually set foot before. Within that delusion you seem to forget all. You don’t know who you are or what you’re made of. Anyone does not possess a name. A single blink of an eye reveals three hundred sixty degrees of full undefined beauty. Unleashed definitive sensation abounds so dainty.

                                                                                       

Close your eyes… feel. Streaks of blinding lights give the impression of an ethereal ambiguity. Refined luminosity amasses providence. Rays from poles fight the power of natural radiance. Sprawling towering sanctuaries silently witness some divine takeover. Nothing is left gaily untouched with shades of auburn blonde. Faceless smiling creatures whimsically thrive whispering some haunting name. Pragmatic grey statues and fake Totem Poles chant despondent sonnets. Frozen dinosaurs, flying white horses, walking black pigeons, and talking red dandelions cover every thrusting scene in absolute norm. Food hungers for you. Everything is edible. There are oily shades and colors in the briny breeze. Concrete brick pavements proliferates steamy booze and liquors. Music and noise are synonyms. Pain produces infinite laughter. Delight is a dire sign of sadness. Induced cruelty is a symbol of compassion. Cool fire stumbles on saline water. The serene ocean fabricates murmurs and lies. Stone assemblage tainted with angst from the angry sea tells the truth. Unexplained thoughts deliberately toil results. Unsaid words surrender understanding. You’ll want to walk in that place endlessly. In that dream where for all times you yearn to plunge in, there is an unexplained fusion of aggression and elation. You always see the beseeching heavenly body gracefully go down.

                                                                                        

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Entwine your glimmer in rhythmic beat;

Bestow caresses of unexplained heat.

Taste the brackish juice closer on range.

Lash me in bliss, cover me in orange!

16
Jan

Portrait Of A Jelly

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Pasteljelly_2 “I want the fairy tale.”
- from Pretty Woman (1990) by J. F. Lawton

                                                   

                                                   

                                                      

                                                      

You’re an interesting living character I’ve seen in over a hundred desserts. With charm and feistiness, you get what you want. Within this present celluloid and glassy world everyone’s into, there’s sugariness. They would want to be like you because you are diverse. Packaged in playful shapes and quantity, in the end, you create your own. They interpret beauty. You come in different colors. From red to jade, you never ran out of shade. Sometimes, you are delicate to handle because you are prepared volatile. Once cooled, you slip away in slime without a saddle. You can easily escape the hands of time because you’re swiftly strong. You’re a free spirit. How do you keep the forces light flowing? Somehow, fate charged you with will to live a whirlwind life. All mistakes will be left un-greasy. Never lose that fortitude. Known to have the power to be soft, you don’t melt even in jolt. Even a thousand stirrings, you stand untainted. The colors will still be compact, homogenous. Just go with the loops on that web of uncertainties. Your sweetened Angels will keep you solid. They will keep you the way you have to be. You know your true savor. Amidst all trial and tribulations, I know you are supple. We can see just you in picturesque smiles but deep inside, you are reserved – preserved for the ultimate life experience. Though your dyes will slivery collage in stripes or cathedral fancy, you’re still the indispensable Jelly. You are loved.

15
Jan

Fire Up The Sky!

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Deprived to witness some modest fireworks during the New Year’s celebration, I got my second chance. I never went to large gatherings that time. I was with friends and family at home. I just heard noises and more big explosions from neighborhood lethal fiecrackers. There were no visuals. When Ryan told me about an event of pyrotechnics display, my heart skipped. Like a child, I was jumping inside.

                                                                                    

The SM Mall of Asia Esplanade got packed with unexpected half a million visitors. It was a lovely Saturday, January the 13th evening and almost everyone in Manila is invited. The 2nd World Pyro Olympics was on its final grand presentation. It’s been participated in various countries like Australia, United Kingdom, China and others. I’ve heard radio commentators whined about terrorist and security reasons surrounding the place. It wasn’t a big deal. Though mobs are venues for terrorists and stampede, it didn’t cross my mind that time. With childish eagerness, both I and my brother went with the flow. Notwithstanding the hassle on creeping on a crowd, we survived. Cars and people contend to occupy every available space on the compound. Everything was unruly and noisy. Some were gathered in picnic ambiance. Families, lovers, friends assembled in festive mood. Until something whooshing lighted up the sky. There was silence.

                                                                                          

BANG!

                                                                                    

At eight thirty, spectators applauded. The black starry skies bathed in dazzling kaleidoscope. It was better than images of meteor showers. It was like hell and heaven fighting on the dark atmosphere. Every minute was of sheer fun! With cheery delight, I was saying “Huhs and wowFireinthesky2s!” I was capturing each panorama in stills and video. There were some scenes where the fire transformed various images of flowers, symbols, and butterflies. The exhibition from China was a hit. It got all the ingredients needed for an awesome visual amusement. On the contrary, it got the People’s Choice Award. Final gigantic sparks came to an end. It was a blast. All that’s left on my face was traces of smirks. It was a twenty-five minute eye ecstasy. I had my opportunity to wish upon a star – with a Bang!

10
Jan

Saying Goodbye to Dying NOKIAs

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Door called me awhile ago. “How are you. Are the phones in the service shop now?” I told him that I was going out for it already. We had a little chat then hang up. He tasked me two busted Nokia phones for repair at Bright Point Nokia Service Center. The N70 and N3660 had its doze of last December’s typhoon Reming fuss. It got soaked, and the rest were horrible stories to sum up. He still got hopes it’ll get to operate again. Creeping out of bed to get ready for the day, I checked on the pouches where the two gadgets bare and lifeless laid. Poor damped widgets – dying. The telephone downstairs was madly ringing. I got to answer while I’m stripping from smelly clothes preparing for a shower. Hurrying my descent to the stairwell, I heard something fall off from me. Sounds of little crashes put me in fright.

                                                                                              

It was my cell phone, divided in three parts! Silly thing, the call stopped ringing. While I pick-up the slivers of my old gadget, I saw its LCD part blinking, once, twice. It halted. I was looking at someone dying. In a sad pace, I was re-constructing the pieces again. Busy with the reconfiguration, I was unconscious that the non-living object just put me to a little sadness. Anyway, it was my three-year old cellphone and I already bought a new Nokia N71 six months ago. I seldom use it now. But memories of my Nokia 3200 were refreshed.

                                                                                                

Just a stupid gadget as you will probably dub, the little object showed me something that opened my mind. Of course cellular phones are important to communication purposes. Moreover, its added features just come secondary. The radio player, camera, MMS, sex videos (oops), GPRS and other wireless services just spice-up everything. I already had a personal relationship with the device, as everybody does. You bring it everywhere just to stay connected. Today, the cellphone hysteria is one top techie hot-stuff. Unlimited video recordings could even cover your three-hour wedding ceremony. Music players on phones can store up to three gigs of space. It even gets top spots on Yahoo search engines and “grown-up Christmas lists” or birthday gifts! Yeah, we’re there but as I believed, there’s more.

                                                                                                

News on cellphone snatching and frauds covered police reports and blotters the past years. A young working professional in Makati died fighting goons from grabbing her precious communication gadget. A student was stabbed to death for stashing his Nokia from a holdupper. Well, to hell with those news – my Nokia gadget showed me that people and strangers could still be trusted. The phone was lost and returned to me three times since I bought it in mid-2004 at almost ten thousand pesos. Now, it only costs a thousand, I guess. I frequently neglected the N3200 at the office several times at the top of my desk and nobody bothered to claim it. Haha, nobody wants a cheap gadget. The most unforgettable incident was that time when I left the cellphone in a restaurant after dining with Tope and Carene. The street children were pounding at the curtain glass walls pointing on the neglected cellular device. I was wondering, the waiter did not notice anything! After recovering the gadget and thanking the kids, I received a text confirmation for a job interview. Somehow, fate would not allow a lost cellphone ruin a good job offer. There’s still the good in every bad situations.

                                                                                                   

I understand why Door or even YOU wouldn’t want to say goodbye to the “Nokias.” More than just reasons that we bought it in dainty prices or hard-earned money; we don’t want it to die like humans do. They exist as non-living things that encompasses us to an enhanced life. Even museums keep old craps - like the Mona Lisa in Louver, or the Mummies on fancy wooden cases in Egypt… because they have stories to tell. Moreover, your cellular phones have greater words to put in the picture. They are part of our own little histories. They could live forever.