I Just Dug Something...

I'm no literati, but here's my take on contemporary literature.

It is something that I wrote from way back...about 2 years ago...I think.

I Just SAT There

I sat there, in the coldest dark corner. I felt the hard brick wall: frozen.

Chilled floors tingled my frostbitten feet, as I SAT there: motionless.

Never in my wildest nightmares would I suffer this pain. The pain I most feared.

I am but one lost soul in a communion of vast number,

A deserter amongst a chivalry of men in green.

However, I continued. I remained still; sitting there. Silent.

I've gone through hell and back.

Yet, it differs from how my mind disowned my thoughts,

How my physique rejected my psyche.

The countless ways where I could possibly explain it at this point, is now impossible to depict.

I suffered.

I struggled.

Nevertheless, I SAT there; ignorant, but confused.

My eyes would fail me at times, my head would follow.

My breathe, from it's rhythmic pattern, delays;

From cold, it gives off visible air.

An hour would go by, but Torment never left my side.

Consciously, I wept, but I did not cry.

My mind blew me off, A paroxysm I couldn't obtain.


And yet, willingly I lingered. I SAT there, until how much time remained.


My composure was kept shaken, a terrible insanity has taken place.

Due to constant silence, I stared blankly at an empty space.

My hands would tremble in a series of spasms,

I thrust my head and covered my face.


In spite of all this; I SAT there, still in possession of my own grace.


Until such time I heard a voice. It echoed much that it was real.

I searched around, questing its presence.

Though celestial is its existence.


There I was, then, in a brink of capitulation

I SAT. And I listened.


To my surprise, it is the voice.

The voice to my freedom.

I could not but sustain, the joy that thrived in me.

The relief it gave to my then fragile thoughts.







It utterly spoke, in clear words of fluent language:

"The time has ended, you may pass your papers and exit the room."









And still I stayed, I SAT there, puzzled.

Finding a reasonable answer.

An answer to a question.

A question asking...

The true identity of Superman.

Embracing Murakami

Ok, I admit I have already read about four of his novels and had watched a movie adapted from his short story. Murakami never cease to create such incredible story telling...mind boggling maybe, even though there is a question about the Japanese way of "thinking" or maybe it is just embedded in their culture OR there are just things we non-Japanese could not fully understand. Murakami is a craftsman of describing simple things to the extreme and somehow it is captivating, more of having to let out the "human being" in you through reading his works. Purely addictive I guess, ha-ha.

This is actually to admire and to appreciate...BRAVO Haruki!

photo: wakarimasita of Flickr

Impressions...Impressions...

I'm going to start a new blog anyway, out in the open internet public, (not that I didn't consider my Friendster blog account valid, but in a way this is just different from what I think of it) so with a courteous start I might as well just write my impressions about blogging.

Well, to be honest I was a bit hesitant about blogging especially when it became an internet sensation ever since I can remember. Various people posting about anything they could find interesting to discuss, talk about and some to show-off for the World Wide Web to spread and to be read by maybe a thousand or millions of different net-goers, who in return have their share of diverse reactions upon coming across these blogs. Not that I did not approve of it, I just did not like the fact that in to some extent, blogging is like sharing half of the general facts and half of your personal life out in the open air without any consideration about your own privacy or any reservations for your own personal thoughts. It's like getting into the trend just for the heck of it.

However, who am I kidding, even though I think of myself as a private person, I think the whole life that I am living is a living blog (yeah, I know a bit corny). No matter what, we do enjoy sharing things to friends or moreover to complete strangers too, that's why there is communication, that is, in some dimension, what we are made for.

So yeah, I do admit that blogging is ok, a fun way to express yourself in the net, especially when getting bored with the same old stuffs. I mean it is a new lease in our lives...a new take in our generation.


Now blogging has progressed and in its popular form than ever, you can now earn money out of it...(though stupid as it sounds...I haven't heard of it until now), props to my brother though,(whom I think is now closer to being a "net geek"...peace bro'!) who just told me about it recently. I am quite happy he is doing something that he enjoys at the same time earning profit apart from his role of educating children about technology of today and of the future.


This is a bit informal, so I may not have used proper terms or I might have mistakes on somethings, so forgive me, just basically typing away my thoughts as of the moment. I know impressions...impressions...more like impulsive typing. Ha-ha cheers for a new blog in the making! :P