27 August, 2013

Poem - Reminiscence

A feather flew past the sidewalk
no grass patch could hold it there
but a dandelion petals it caught himself
with help of a breeze in the air

breeze flew feathers, many leaves
the feather was stark red among the greens
lucky it caught in a dandelion,
and rub on the chin be not odd but even.

the rub, it went, yes it went through,
the results undisclosed, unknown.
if only if only the blue bird sighs,
if only he could make the breeze bigger.

- Cricantrail

ps: if only, the breeze was bigger he said,
     little he knew 'bout the whirlwind ahead.

20 August, 2013

Poem - Society

No day remembered as like Crispian's Day
but globalization, now that is some zest.
No warrior fought can win them all
for innovation puts man to the test.

14 August, 2013

Poem - Blind wait

Shuddering winds surround the welcome carpet
but before, a minute, the sun was pepper.
Awaiting, a goal, thrust by thrust forward
Upon reaching, twas stormy gale.

Hobby picked, left with a sigh,
Awaiting nightingale's reply
A moan, soft whisper, touched the heart,
apologies breaks the house of cards.

Point of no return, to which one gallops,
Revelation, shocking, Yes! A shocking sight.
Bewilderment kept underneath
Wails belong to the bathroom inn.

To turn, to change or to pretend
Life's first road- the hardest bend,
Decisions made, do not regret,
Always push through the needle - thy thread.


this poem was written especially for a person that is at a new juncture in life, and knows not what is ahead.
I wrote this about my entrance into NYP SIDM motion graphics, and it was a tough period of my life where I felt stupid, retarded, and I felt that what was needed most in my life was to cry. I just wanted to cry. But as you read the poem you should have known what I decided to do is to not regret my decision but just make the decision I feel is best for me and that is to push the thread into the needle. How hard it may be, how difficult and how impossible and daunting the task to face, but to do it because it is better to push another thread into a needle than to settle for a color you do not want on your garment, well, on your garment.

Why I named it blind wait was because I didnt know what to expect from it, so its like a blind wait, and yes, it is a redundant wait because all waits are blind, we never know what will come from what we expect.

13 August, 2013

A baby

I was just thinking about the people that are in this world.

There are bad people.

There are good people.

But everyone has the same start, no?

Not really.

Yes, we all start as a baby. That would be the similarity.

When I was younger, I used to play a game called Maple Story. In that game, you will be able to customize your character at the beginning. In doing so, you can make your avatar look like yourself.
Shortly after that, you come to a screen where it gives you a table, showing you data related to your skills in the game. Measured by skill points,  every aspect important to the game will contain skill points. Your base skill points will vary from 4-12.

The tally of points from all the aspects will be about the same.

In this world, not everyone is the same.

Some are born to this world more unfortunate than others.

Some are more fortunate.

But how do we measure the level of "fortunate"-ness?

What is it in relative to?

It is in relativity to our perspective.

Growing up, I knew I did not have a perfect family. It was broken.

Thus, to me, any family that is stuck close together, that can joke and have fun together, that care for one another, is fortunate.

As you can see, my definition of fortunate may differ.

A baby born into a rich family, but growing up, found few cared for him, may describe fortunate as one with many close friends.

However, one with many close friends, but fall sick often, may find those with perfect health fortunate.

I could go around with many examples.

There will always be an "Achilles heel", as many call it.

I prefer a biblical example.

There will always be a "Jacob's socket" or a "Paul's thorn in the flesh", but how we overcome it, now that's a story.

If you overcome, tell that to your future kid.

Or grandkid.

PS: I need to come up with better blog post titles.

12 August, 2013

Poem - It's better to...

Threads encircling through the feet Making out, fuzzling grumbling, a stoneslab code
Captivity's reign shambles on sand.
Now to unlock a pandora of souls

A gate keepers job, in a no man's land faraway pearls draw near to sight
To mirage a crystal, oh what a dream! To achieve something, one must forgive

For there lies before thee a place of hope, But hope! Oh hope! What use of it!
When oxen pulled against its will Stop throwing rocks against the hill.

To succeed, one must prepare Be like the tortoise, not the hare! To relent, one opens the heart To a chamber of wine and songs of lark.

A task completed, relief is sighed
relief given for my teary eyes
better done, better gone?
wither yesterday, not my tomorrow.

Opened door, locked room,
Winters gone, closed door of doom
Look ahead, what spring might bring,
Lovely cheerful offering.

No regrets, it is goodbye!
No more crying, can't hear a sigh.
Birds fly out of the window blue
Returning with a peekaboo.

- Forgive.


Yeah like, i really am unfit for this topic.

Have recently been watching anime(I'm supposed to be studying) and I have been thinking a lot(as usual) lately.

What does it mean to be married? What does it mean to be together?


So. That is what I have been thinking about.

Then I realized, I am certainly certainly not ready for one.

Being in a relationship with a person of the opposite gender means that you have genuine care and concern for the person. You must truly care about the person, and you feel obliged to care for the person.

Study has shown that after the first year of the relationship, what used to be passionate love will turn into emotional love, and then into emotional attachment.

Thus, for two to become one, they must not just like each other. Rather, they must have a desire to want to be together with the other person for a lifetime.

Bearing with the other's shortcomings, they must learn to live life with the other with utmost patience. Whoever one chooses as his or her partner must be one who is able to communicate and connect, without a single word of conversation.

The greatest friendship, of which two may sit, against a bench, and feel at ease just breathing with the other, without having a word spoken, yet know that the presence is more than enough, for the hearts have already been bonded, just through what both has gone through together.

10 August, 2013

Direction setting

So after reading an article about election being called earlier, i suddenly thought about my blog and what i had been blogging about. Apparently, I went from being an analytical blogger, to a poem blogger which would have been more prevalent if i get to be exposed to nature more. Also, if i have more time to spend in solitude.

Which would only happen on nights where i am not gaming, and not studying, and definitely not sleeping.

Thus far, i realize that i need to blog constantly, because I want to keep at least a small flair for writing. That would be beneficial towards my adequate command of english, and also relieving myself from stressful examinations. Games are good, but they are not the best.

I guess i could analyze poems or quotes by socrates but nobody would be interested, and I guess i could analyze books like ecclesiastes or fahrenheit 451 chapter by chapter too.

I will see how it goes, and I will try and blog more often.

I am typing this because similar to Blacklightattack(some guy I admire), I am actually trying to set this blog in the direction for more views by random people that care. So I would want to be posting content that would be of a certain genre, at least 3/4 of the time.

Thus far, thank you for reading whoever you are.

If you are a blogwalker, do ctrl + D my blog! Would appreciate if you rss or follow too(provided you enjoy).

Will be posting as much quality content as possible.

As for now, a reminder would be sweet:

No day remembered as like Crispian's Day
but globalization has had some zest.
No warrior fought can beat the rest
for innnovation puts man to the test.

07 August, 2013

Poem- Purged

Marbles of the sea Cracked open to show thy beauty Purified birds Shot down to show their glory.

This poem was created on 28 May, but i don't think i placed it on this blog yet.
I have no idea what it is about.

Update: I think I just might know.

The most beautiful things in life that we love, those things are the things we dont cherish, those things are those things we choose to destroy so we can "own" what we admire, we can have to ourselves what we find pleasing to ourselves.

05 August, 2013

Lame Jokes

Why is the cat untruthful?
Where can you find mickey mouse on your body?
Why was the cook arrested?
Why do you go to bed?
What did the traffic light say to the lamp post?
A tree was chopped down for firewood. When it was placed in the furnace, the fire was green. Why?
Why are fishes smart?
What did one plate say to another?
What happens when you lift the lighter above your shoulder?
What happens when you lift a chicken from the ground up to your knee slowly?

Because he had nine lies(lives).
This knee(Disney).
He was beating up eggs.
Because the bed can't come to you.
Don't look, I'm changing.
It was an evergreen tree.
They travel in schools.
Lunch is on ME.
It becomes a highlighter.
It becomes chicken rice(rise).

God takes away our burdens, a shave at a time.

This is Shrek the sheep. He became famous several years ago when he was found after hiding out in caves for six years. Of course, during this time his fleece grew without anyone there to shorn (shave) it. When he was finally found and shaved, his fleece weighed an amazing sixty pounds. Most sheep have a fleece weighing just under ten pounds, with the exception usually reaching fifteen pounds, maximum. For six years, Shrek carried six times the regular weight of his fleece. Simply because he was away from his shepherd.
This reminds me of John 10 when Jesus compares Himself to a shepherd, and His followers are His sheep. Maybe it’s a stretch, but I think Shrek is much like a person who knows Jesus Christ but has wandered. If we avoid Christ’s constant refining of our character, we’re going to accumulate extra weight in this world—a weight we don’t have to bear.
When Shrek was found, a professional sheep shearer took care of Shrek’s fleece in twenty-eight minutes. Shrek’s sixty pound fleece was finally removed. All it took was coming home to his shepherd.
I believe Christ can lift the burdens we carry, if only we stop hiding. He can shave off our ‘fleece’—that is, our self-imposed burdens brought about by wandering from our Good Shepherd.
“Come to Me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is easy and my burden is light.” Matthew 11:28-30