Amalgamated Collection

The Spectre of Love

Sat, 29 Jan 2011 09:28:00 +0000

At first I know nothing that there exist
This kind of feeling that keeps to persist
I can't do anything that it still insist
Can't help myself even to resist

It hadn't stop so I tried to fight
Even I'm ignorant whether its wrong or right
It lets me to think through sleepless nights,
I lost my appetite, didn't eat even for a pint

Now it made me weak then I tried to hide
"stop messing with me, Oh please!", I cried
One has offered me a ton of guide,
"It's alright. I'm fine. I can make it.", I lied

I am one of those, whom this love have haunted
Trapped in a loop, even myself have shunted
It passed by me, made me feel what is hatred
And left me alone, feeble, and fragmented

Writer's log:
I started to write this poem around 1:45 in the afternoon, January 29, 2011 - just have nothing to do. I finished it at 3:04. What took me long in writing it is the second-to-the-last line. I am not even sure of that line, honestly, not satisfied.

Punch of Love (Part 1)

Fri, 28 Jan 2011 11:49:00 +0000

I started to write this short story of mine last December 28, 2010, at the same time as I have written the article about New Year. However, this narration was nailed, and never followed up by me, since we started to get busy. I decided to post some part of it, since I think that it still a long way to go to complete this one.

Now, how come a category of short story is posted with a long one? :D

I do still remember how I spent my life during my high school days, where I enjoy everything I do, not unless it’s an assignment or some academic-related activities. I always seek to find happiness and freedom to do the things I want to do. Despite of being lazy, immature boy growing up in secondary school, I still achieve high grades.

It was one of my second year time when the biggest dilemma in my high school life turn in front of me. And because of that happening, my father has done something to me worth to tell me that he loves me. That's was worth memorable. So, let me tell you everything. It's my confession.

Second grading has just started when a program is to be held in the college gymnasium, which is to give an appreciation to a certain college student for having that certain achievement (I just forgot what it was). Days are fast moving, and the day that I'm talking about was to be held. Everyone is invited in the said event, but the high schools students are required to attend. Now, the program has started but I wasn't there yet. Can you guess where I am? If you think about an internet cafe, well, you got it right. Otherwise, you're wrong – obviously. (^^,) I was still at the preferred internet cafe, just in front of the main gate. (Well, if my friends and/or classmates can't find me, they know the last option they will be searching for.) I was still busy playing online games with few of my classmates, who are also my colleagues of playing MU online, Gunbound and Fairyland. When our time ended, we ran out, and headed to the gym immediately. I'm not going there if it wasn't for the attendance.

We arrived there just in time. Yes, just in time that the program was about to end. That was about three to four in the afternoon, I bet. But then, the awardee just raised an open challenge, specifically a quiz, that the winner will receive Php500. That was pretty big at those times, but I don't aim for it. However, for the sake of the word 'try', I wrote my answer in a ¼ sheet of paper and submitted together with my classmates. Then we went out.

After few days, two of my classmates and I, were called in the principal’s offices and congratulated us for being chosen as the best answers during the said program. That was for the High School Category. We were, then, summoned to the School of Teacher Education to receive our prizes. I didn’t expect to win!

Without a doubt, I know how and where to spend my money. If you’re thinking with those games I said before, then yes. It’s not that bad, but what I did is bad. Confused? Yeah, me too. Just kidding.

The bad side is that I didn’t just spend my money in computer games but I didn’t go to school. That was thursday, when I didn’t go. Instead, I went to the internet café and played the whole day, and just went home at the time it is certain for student to go home.

A new chapter to start

Sat, 01 Jan 2011 06:29:00 +0000

As we are here in the year 2011, we will be opening another chapter in our book of life. We may be welcoming new people – new friends, and eventually new enemies. But let's just leave it here.

Absolutely, new knowledge will be added to our brains. New clothes, new softwares (^_^), new mangas, and everything will be new.

Actually, these things are not really what I want to write down. It's just that I forgot the things I am thinking of. Perhaps, I can add them here if I can remember them, hopefully.

Now, since we are talking about new year, it's not a surprise if we will be having our resolutions, right? I think most of us, specially the teens, will be having a list of ot, composed of DO's and DONT's, WILL's and WILL NOT's, so on and so forth. But come to think of it, my last year's new year's resolution was, “I will not be making resolutions anymore”. In contrary, it seems I want to make another one, though I can't think of any. How about you?

Hmhm, new year, new year, new year. Yes, I remembered one. Let me ask you. What were your unforgettable experiences last year? I bet I know what you're thinkin' of. There's so many of them. Even me, I can't count them.

"I Love You" - Does it really need to be heard?

Sat, 13 Feb 2010 02:03:00 +0000

“Three words, eight letters; say it and I’m yours”. Have you heard the preceding line from any lover you know? Maybe some of us may say ‘yes’, others says ‘no’, and else don’t even care. However, there are some who doesn’t know the meaning of that logical line which is the romantic phrase of “I Love You”. But, come to think of it, let’s ask ourselves with the query above.

We are different beings with different views and opinions. Surely, we will arrive at unique answers if we are asked with that.

As the perfect bond of union, love plays as the main ingredient of this relationship. Hearing those words being uttered by someone, and is being addressed to you, you feel nothing but enchantment. You feel secured, as you have someone to rely on, and confide in and trust. But mostly, if you hear those words, you simply feel the "cloud 9" effect. Even others will accept it that just hearing those words will be a guarantee that they are being loved.

However, considering the adversaries, they say they just ham it up. They just don’t want those words being mouthed; but instead, prove it by means of action. That’s it, to show the action better than words, as what the saying “Action speaks louder than words” is about. It seems that they don’t care whether they perceive it orally or not, just as long as the love is being executed, it’s worth it.

Still, the decision remains to the each individual who have their own stand. Just be certain that those words you hear are not of an ersatz.

The Concealed Agony of an Ardent Lover

Sat, 13 Feb 2010 01:33:00 +0000

Love shares. Love waits. Love heals. Love conquers. Optimistically saying, it is true. Love almost dominates all, including happiness. But never forget that there is still one thing that love can do. Love hurts.

When you love someone, you can have the audacity to do what you think is beneficial. You are eager to do things, which you think will help you to be drawn closer to him/her. Inspite of difficulties, you manage to continue, reaching the degree ofmartyrdom. But as an ardent lover, that’s nothing, literally. You’re strong and firm; you’re invulnerable.

But, even the heftiest metal on earth has impuissance, and so you do. Trying to be strong outside, but deep inside, you’re smarting. It’s like, you and the one are not together, and worse, you depart from each other for no particular reason. Or you were once bonded, but you have to separate ways. You ignore things that you heard from people around you; you blind yourself from what you see from her doings. Those are not the reasons for you to halt.

It is really painful, indeed. Yet, with a smile, you still decided to go and carry on, concealing one’s agony.

Now, if you carry that burden to yourself, and still want to fight, maybe you can ask yourself, "How to deal when love hurts?". I will be referring you to a good friend of mine who have written something. Now, let this article give some light to your problem.