January 6, 2012
The Dark Side
by tinneetintin |
12:10 PM
There’s a place I know
Where nobody wants to go
Every one loves to be with the sun
And rather afraid of what’s behind
The absence of light makes it hard to see
The little bumps along the way
Here the ride is free
Just don’t expect the warmth of day
This sanctuary is the other side
For the broken heart that hides
For washed out dreams that camp
A refuge for those cold and damp
Every one’s afraid of the unknown
Just when they thought they have grown
They can’t muster all the left-out heroism
To have a taste of this mysticism
So, it remains — forever: a dark side
Won’t you dare turn the tide?
For there’s a place I know
For sure your own radiance will show.
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January 6, 2012
frustration attraction
by tinneetintin |
11:27 AM
as the stars move across the velvety sky
you are slipping from the gaps between my fingers
just like the grains of sand in the hourglass
each second spent becomes a memory
within eternity — to remember
as they all pass by me
the pain is sweet and lovely
extracting every masochistic dream
from these chains that hold me
i can’t walk away — not now
the more you push me to the side
that magnetic force urges
my being, the whole of me
wants to get closer and closer
until i feel your thorns penetrating my skin
beat me up with your words
it wouldn’t matter
so long as they are formed on your lips
landing on my ear
like a tragic twisted song — playing
don’t ever dare look at my direction
give your smile to some other universe
it’ll never happen again
i’ll sink in a bitter sea of tears
until then i’ll freeze this love — frustration attraction
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November 27, 2011
To Destroy and Recreate
by tinneetintin |
12:20 PM
I have known a number of people, who'd buy gadgets just to disassemble them and put them back together. For a normal person, this might sound weird. I find it intelligent. What better way for one to understand how a machinery works but to know the littlest details?
The title of this post, sounds as harsh as it can be. Harsh, then is my second nature.
I learned that in this life, we get what we deserve. It's apparent in so many culture around the world, just stated in different ways and different languages. To simply put, we get what we deserve. Even in philosophy, it's evident -- the law of cause and effect.
My biggest problem all the time, when I am writing things like this, is there's too much thoughts that my brain processes and my fingers cannot simply cope with what I wanted to write. So, as I am writing I have to speak my mind. If I don't, then I'd lose all the words and thoughts that I wanted to share. Thus, I am getting what I deserve. Since I think too much, there are certain mechanism in my body that can't simply follow. I am too fast for my own sake. And because I fail to recognize this, in return, I forget what I wanted to say. I get what I deserve.
Now, I would spend days, trying to remember all the things that I wanted to say. I would remember some but I won't write them, thinking that I will remember them again sometime. But since the storage of my brain, soul and heart is simply too big, I would then forget where I stored it. So, once I unravel them again, I'd simply go into the same cycle of writing my thoughts then becoming too fast then forgetting then remember then storing then writing. But today, I decided to stop.
I am now standing at the middle of the circle, as a different person from me. I see my own tiring cycle. I go around in circle and I keep on thinking that I am just getting what I deserve for thinking too much. Now, that I am standing in the middle and not running around with that self of mine, I ask, "What did I do to deserve this?"
Then, I get my answer: "I failed to recognize my own shortcomings."
Then I act and decide. I will stop this cycle. I am deciding that every time I'll write, I have to word it out. No matter how weird it may sound.
I have decided to destroy the circle. From this point on, I shall recreate my writing ability.
I am not just going to re-build it. I am recreating my writing universe. For this action then, I am getting what I deserve. An entry that makes more sense to whoever will read it. Now, I recognize that I am not just writing but speaking to an audience unknown to me.
As simple as my example, the readers will benefit from what I have learned and will recognize what I have recognize.
A quote from an Indian movie, "Sometimes destruction can be good as it ends a cycle and begins a new one."
I have just destroyed a picture that was once so familiar and now recreating it into something new and far more exciting. And the rest shall then follow.
Lesson for today: to destroy and recreate.
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October 23, 2011
An Early Beer Craving
by tinneetintin |
05:55 AM
I have reached a point where I am so afraid. I am not afraid of him but I am afraid of feeling that certain kind of love. For I can't be weak.
With this, I am being unfair. For I ask assurance only to get ahead in the game. In reality, I don't want to gamble nor risk.
And so, in this story, there are 2 two roads that I can take. Take the first road where things are properly arranged but with the risk of me falling behind every now and then. Or take the second road where the pacing is steady but then there's a lot of things to put into place.
Looking from the outside in, I'd say I deserve neither of the roads. I want to run away, as far as I can, until I find myself a new route.
But for sure... I want to be standing with someone at the beginning.
Then a friend asks: What is more important to you, the promise of a future or the happiness of now?
I answered: Assurance is the most important thing. Paranoia's only nemesis.
In the end, I'd still say this is one person's fault. My fault. For letting myself to take side with Paranoia and finding memories as a safe place to hide.
Rescue me... with Assurance.
Now, I can drink my beer.
{ music } At the Beginning
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October 9, 2011
Bakit Kasi?
by tinneetintin |
12:54 AM
Bakit kasi ang layo mo?
Kapag kailangan ko ng yayakap
Wala akong magawa kung hindi --
Tumingin sa malayo,
At sabihin sa sariling, may panahon din kayo.
Bakit kasi iba ang linguahe mo?
Di mo tuloy naiintindihan
Ang bawat tinitibok ng pusong --
Nangugulila sa pag-unawa moSa mga lambing na dapat ibinibigay mo.
Bakit kasi andyan ka at andito ako?
Kung saan ang oras ay hindi magtagpo
Mga paniniwalang magkaiba --
Talinong hindi matatawaran
Ngunit hirap magpantay.
Sinisisi ko ang dagataSa paglalayo ng mga isla
Galit ako sa mga ulapNa hindi patas magbigay ng ulan
Naiinis sa bawat bundok
Na naghihiwalay sa mga pusong ito
Isusumbong ko sa hanginAng bawat sakit na idinulot ng pagkakalayo
Ipapatago ko sa ulan
Lahat ng luhang tumulo
At patutuyuin ng araw
Lahat ng ebidensya ng mga alaalang ito
Bakit ba kasi kailangang ganito?
Tuloy may mga ibang alaalang nabubuoTulad ng hindi inaasahang pagtibok ng puso--
Para sa iba at hindi sa iyo
Mga sandaling sana ikaw ang nagdala.
Bakit ba kasi kailangan kong isaalang-alang ang oras mo,
At hindi pwedeng mag-usap kung kailan lang gusto?
Nauubos ang mga pagkakataong--
Bumuhos ang ulan kasabay ng bugso ng damdamin
Na sana ikaw ang umaamo
At bakit kasi kailangan ko isalin sa panulat namaiintidihan mo,
Ang tulang napakagandang pakinggan sa salitang ito?
Maiintindihan mo lang --
Malaman, maradamdaman at mapahalagahan
Ang lungkot na nararamdaman ko.
{ music } simple plan - jetlag
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