Love and Peace!

I did a Trigun marathon. Trigun was showed during my elementary years but then I never got a chance to watch it. Not until now.

It didn't waste my time, true. But I have to admit that the tearjerker moments became increasingly heavy as the show progressed. And I didn't expect that factor to motivate me to finish the whole series in one sitting. The plot seemed confusing at first but thank goodness it was patched up in the middle of the show.

Vash was just too reluctant to blow up people's heads and when he did, he cried, showing his softer, human side. And his brother was just plain evil.

Sigh. I had high hopes that he would kill his brother. But he didn't, which was a total disappointment. At least, that's my interpretation because it seemed to have had a semi-hanging ending which wouldn't seem that way if one took a closer look at the last episode.

Merry Christmas

I have finished reading the seventh book of the Harry Potter series. I enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed the first six. Although I'm quite convinced that it was just too rich for my own liking. I think I'll give it a 7 with 10 being the highest.

I'm reading Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett's Good Omens. I hope it's a good read though. The book was recommended by Ate Aisu.

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Merry Christmas to everyone!

The second one.

I posted Gossip as a comment at my own Friendster profile page and my cousin happened to read it. It's not the first time that she has read my poems since I have since made it a habit that I should post poems as a comment at my profile page.

She said it was nice and she told me that she wanted to read my other poems. Sadly, I don't have a compilation of all my poems. I made it a point to mention that when I replied. My other poems are stranded in Kuya Neil's A Poetry Club and the others are with Kei-chan. The others need revision too.

Contrary to popular belief, the writer should take time to reread and revise his poem if he sees it fit. The poem has to get pruned and mature at some point in its immortal life. That's what I learned after Kuya Neil told me that poems, indeed, can and should be polished.

Well, here's another poem that I wrote just a week ago. But the whole concept has been in my head for months already. I'm glad that I have written it down. I passed this one along with Gossip as a Paseo entry.

(Paseo is the official literary publication of my school.)

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Marked
by Rudolph C. Anongos Jr.

In sun we’ll find a place to stay
beneath our lucid dreams that may,
in time turn into what is real,
if Time gives time for us to heal,

In moon we’ll both walk hand in hand,
on muddy puddles or on sand.
Should early downpours come, we’ll stay
beneath our lucid dreams ‘til day.

The fiercest foes were made this way.
Like you and I, the others say.
We are not ones with hate so strong,
still one of us won’t breathe for long.

Our flames of bloodlust, passion fans.
To this light rhythm, should we dance?
We are both marked. Our wills may sway.
Our lucid dreams all seem so gray.

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And by this, I have made this journal the journal wherein all my poems will be placed along with my thoughts.

The first of many.

Gossip
by Rudolph C. Anongos Jr.

your mouth is,
the dancer on tiptoes,
shifting between the twilight
and the day as he
struggles with balance.

the dancer falls.
so does your tongue, but slips
instead,
dripping with spit,
a diluted solution
of sly verbal blows, curses galore
of your
insidious,
deity damned mind.

the dancer looks up
albeit shy now,
the mask of confidence broken.

your mouth
is, after all, not the dancer
for the dancer is human;
savage, unalloyed,

-holy

your mouth
is a ripe
event horizon,

it sucks.

[edited again, 8/9/08]

The ride home in an Erjohn and Almark bus had been half the hell on earth. The aircon was only in fan mode up to the airport road intersection. Everyone was demanding for it to be turned on but the driver seemed not to have heard us.

What's the whole point of riding an "airconditioned bus" if the aircon is turned off? We had to open the windows just to relieve ourselves of the seemingly suffocating heat. The driver even had the nerve to take in more passengers even though he was overloading and the heat was already unbearable for everyone, including that poor baby in the front seats.

I'm pretty sure. That bus is already marked along with its incompetent driver.

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Today we performed our role playing project in social anthropology. It was all about a girl who "saw" the Virgin Mary while convulsing from hunger and started a messianic movement out of it. She attracted followers but was then found out in the end to be a cheating scumbag. She got forgiveness from her members.

Hehe...

Thinking about the whole story of our activity always makes me laugh. It was rushed work, if you know what I mean. Good thing Aya used her adlib skills well along with everyone.

First post.

Today is my best friend's birthday. (It's 12 in the morning on my watch already.)

Exactly a week ago, it was my birthday.

Now both of us are already eighteen.

This blog highlights that very special event.

This blog will feature our life from eighteen onwards.

- Wolfy-chan