Hi! What’s up with you? how are you doin this evening? everything going all right for you? Lovely night isn’t it? Perfect for a million hours of homework… Just as all Sunday nights are… I’ve been so useless today and continue to be by post-poning my homework as much as possible, what a bad thing to do, right? Well, it seems all of the seniors have received their letters from colleges and decided/deciding where they want to go. I wish I could be doing that right now rather than wait longer, but as we all know, time flies. We spend so much of our lives pondering about the concept of time, unknowingly in most cases. Sometimes we wish for time to pass faster, sometimes we wish there could be more of it, no matter what, it’s strange how the senses react to the passage of time. Time’s been the theme for me all of today so this is my closing blog entry today on time.

Let the winds blow, from high to low,
The golden fields shine a greenish glow.
Blossoms bright, blossoms white,
Stroll on through, what a wonderful sight.

Let the winds blow, from high to low,
The fiery sun, a foe or fellow?
Skies azure, skies allure,
Journey on, good times for sure

Let the winds blow, from high to low,
Fields of gold, beautiful yellow.
Harvest sun, harvest moon,
Tomorrow will have come too soon.

Let the winds blow, from high to low,
Ivory powder fall, fly, and flow.
Wide white blanket immaculate,
Ain’t seen a sight so desolate.

Let the winds blow, from high to low,
Seasons pass and Seasons grow,
With time, there is no stop nor go…

special prayer i said yesterday:
dear god,thankyou for the day.it wasnt that good but i learned some things.thankyou for my friends and i hope you will bless them.i pray that they are contented,happy and most importantly healthy.i pray that they understand and realise their mistakes for doing the wrong things,toying with people’s emotions.i really hope he sees what he’s doing.
god i pray that you will lead him to the right path.and hope that he studies really hard.i cant be there for him this whole life but at least im by him and now.
and lastly,this goes out to him.i dont wish for anything great but i just hope he call or sms me to make sure that hes doing great.i know you hear me sob countlessly,ease my pain.pray that his safe and happy.
thank you lord.
oh angel of lord my guardian dear, to whom god love entrust me here.ever in the night be at my side to light and guard to rule and guide.

I went to my writing course today. Was too tired, but I still had strengh to another class.. This one is for my pure own pleasure…  We were practicing descriptive writing. It was given us some pictures and some phases according to each one then, we had to write a short description any of the pictures using the phrases given. The first picture was a shot of a large city. Just like the one I live in. Strange… I was inspired. By what? I dont know. I was listening to Norah Jones when I wrote this:

“In my grey city jungle, I walk on crowded streets while I search for your shape in colorful shops, and the light of you eyes in each hurrying passers-by thought their pace is still faster than mine.  I lose you quick. As I wait for the red lights to allow me go on, I stare at those tall buildings and I remember the times I looked up at your face before a kiss… My thoughts on you are just interrupted by the shake of my body as i hear car horns. “

Ok… I´m still learning

Have a great weekend, all!

something insane…just for fun

I’m in a good mood today. How about playing some elevator games? The rules are just pick one of the following, do it, and enjoy the laugh you’ll have when it’s over.

1) Walk in the elevator and stand about 3 inches from one of the people in there. For best results, it helps if there’s only one other person in the elevator. You must stand in direct violation of the that persons “personal space”.

2) Walk in the crowded elevator humming (“My country tis of thee”). Just hum (or whistle) that phrase over and over again. Whatever you do, don’t continue with the rest of the song, just that one phrase.

3) When the elevator door opens start dancing like a boxer. Jog in and stand about four feet from the oldest man in there. Throw 15 quick jabs towards his head. Don’t hit him (of course) but once you get to 15 say “Come on, make it look good.”

4) Stand next to anyone in the elevator and say “That Saddam. What a character, huh?….huh?” Raise your eyebrows repeatedly and give them the chicken wing elbow.

5) As you walk in blink once really hard, then open your eyes as wide as you can, blink a lot of times (like you have something in your eye) and say “Whoa! Did somebody pass gas? Somebody owes me an apology!”

Trust me. They’ll laugh with their co-workers about the story and that one little random act of kindness will brighten both of your days.

Have a good day, all!

Expression! Go ahead and try,
Paint me a picture,
A pretty picture,
Framed in carbuncled jade,
A canvas smeared with tinted thoughts.
In order to display
The inner workings of this
Capricious projector
With yellowed transparencies,
One must be willing
To distort and destroy
The natural texture of the canvas
Itself.

I cannot bring forth the strangled
Gutted fish
Who swim the thirsty deep,
I cannot fill their mouths with blood
With a bite on the wicked barb
Of the wicked hook;
They are too fast,
Too slippery to seize and wring,
To net in my shabby net,
To reel with my ragged reel.
They swim far too deeply
To catch with a mere rod
Held in my mere hands.

Some of them
Thrash about in mad circles,
Their insane flurries of bubbles
Floating to the placid surface,
Serving only to confuse
The foolish fisherman.
Others
Plow onward in tranquil journey,
Stolidly ignoring
The dangling sickles that,
Alluring,
Dangle before their beady eyes.

And still how
Do I entrap
The leviathans
Who are the terror of the darkest blues,
Their white pale skins
Surfacing like islands
And jetting their hot fury,
So that the mizzen men cry in terror
Before they submerge once more.
They bring the stench of land,
And the carrion birds
Follow in their wrathful wake.
What quarrel have I
That I would call such beasts
To the fore
And combat them with
Puny rod and string?
They will only shatter my boat,
Scatter it across
The shoreless sea.
These, what am I to do with these,
These monsters
That I must call to me,
That would swallow me
In their intensity.

I will feel my heart burst from my thund’rous chest
As they explode from the deep
And then be carried with them
To die, to die, to sleep.