And if life is a song...

then fly on the melodies,
thump to the metronome,
savor the notes,
and applaud to the composer.

Feeling a bit rhyme-y

*Please recite poem to the tune of the song: "I'll Hurt You" by Busta Rhymes ft. Eminem. :)

Kind of like Romeo and Juilet, but Better:
If our love be an analogy
It'd be like the tragedy
that Shakespeare had announced to be
Of Romeo and Juliet!
Besides the blood and daggery
short-lived and a catastrophe
we'd have more romance and fantasy
that love shall ever beget!
Oh and just the name of thee
Hast woo'd in every part of me
loving that could not of be
of which I could forget!
And if and when we'd have to end
this love on this earth that spins
even after death our mend
can't be cut like flint!


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Here's the song and enjoy the freestyle too, by one of the most inspirational freestylers I've grown up watching - Ivan Koumaev

The eye that is keen to beauty will never go blind.

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Not by Chance

When the dark shadows of fear come to downcast me,
I remind myself of your smiling face and wonderful voice,
Oh how I know of such beauty, it is not by chance,
I remember again that I have a reason to live.

Considerations

Perhaps there's a side of being different that comes with the possession of the sense that someone out there may be different just like you.  There's a sort of a magnetism of a force that motivates you to keep on being all that you are and all that you can be, to your heart's desire.  In this way, that person who is different just like you has already affected your being without actually even coming into proximity to you.  There has to be a cause for the specifications of beings - perhaps this may be it, at least, to some extent this reason.  Not that there isn't anything wrong with being you just because, but maybe your existance is matched perfectly to a certain degree of compatibility to someone out there, and is not this the best of all considertions? That in being more of yourself gives you the freedom that comes with being totally bare and honest with someone you plan to spend your life with and being of which that person will love you for.

Accept the place...

"Trust thyself: every heart vibrates to that iron string.  Accept the place the divine Providence has found for you; the society of your contemporaries, the connexion of events" - Ralph Waldo Emerson, Self-Reliance.

Face like flint.

 It'll be worth it in the end.

A Reminder

"God created man in his image; in the divine image he created him; male and female he created them. God blessed them, saying: "Be fertile and multiply; fill the earth and subdue it. Have dominion over the fish of the sea, the birds of the air, and all the living things that move on the earth." God also said: "See, I give you every seed-bearing plant all over the earth and every tree that has seed-bearing fruit on it to be your food; and to all the animals of the land, all the birds of the air, and all the living creatures that crawl on the ground, I give all the green plants for food." And so it happened. God looked at everything he had made, and he found it very good. Evening came, and morning followed--the sixth day. " Genesis 1: 27-31 (NAB)

I think we forget sometimes how much God is the greatest of all artists and how much of a unique, beautiful masterpiece we each are.  I have seen amazing art in my life, but all art really does is to try and reflect the human experience: really, we are the art and the paintings, sculptors, and works are just trying to put to pen, brush, and marble all the wonder and beauty that we are - above nature, above music, above phenomenon.  We are the greatest of all these.

"People travel to wonder at the height of mountains, at the huge waves of the sea, at the long courses of rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motion of the stars; and they pass by themselves without wondering." - St. Augustine

Bible scholar Jeff  Cavins said it in a talk I was watching of his, referring to Genesis, he made a truly remarkable statement which was actually clear but so over-looked and I over-looked it my whole life:

"When God made us, the only fitting place for us to be was in paradise".

 So don't feel obliged to go to the museums to see art.  Think and reminice of your lives up to the moment, your own stories, written so carefully, so rich and beautifully more grand than any novel can or ever will put to pen.  And look in the mirror, and I can assure you that no painting, no sculpture can ever exactly reflect the beauty of which the Creator has made with His own hands.

My story...

If my story had to have any necessary lines, some of them would be these:

"The light reflected the warmth in her eyes.  Her smile cured the weight on my shoulders and her hands grasped mine in a tender hold.  We talked of fears and tears and sadness, she was the balance to my disclosure.  And when we could talk no more, a mend was made that words could never have brought about."

Done and done

Finished the last of the midterms of all my classes this morning AND I just woke up from pretty much sleeping most of the day... finally feeling like myself! 

The best part to it is that one of my professors cancelled class on Monday (the first cancelled class of the semester for me) so for once I actually have a two-day weekend!

AND to top it off... I just found out that I'm heading to Las Vegas for Thanksgiving.  Extermely excited... I will finally be able to go enjoy Vegas in all its...  fun? Hahaha. Casa Fuente here I come!

I think it's safe to say...

that no amount of studying now would benefit me for my 9am midterm in my state of sleep deprevation.

5am set.

Speechless

Quite often I get speechless, and for many different reasons.

I find it honestly perplexing how there really isn't a way to fully describe in words (or at least, I haven't found them yet - in experience or study) the feeling of the worst sadness, pain, emptiness, and defeat in perhaps the same way it's exteremly difficult to fully describe transcendental joy, love, happiness, and fulfillment.  I don't think the "Sapir-Whorf hypothesis" applies here either; these are things we feel but of which (in my attempts) have no right wording.  At least, I haven't found the right words yet. 

So I'm hoping for that special someone out there some day to look into my soul and find the indescribable me there - the me of no words, the speechless me.

"Midnight in Paris"

WARNING: THIS BLOG IS PRETTY MUCH A SPOILER FOR THOSE WHO HAVE NOT SEEN THE MOVIE, SO READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

I saw Mr. Allen's film "Midnight in Paris" a while back ago and I think I might have tweeted about it when I saw it then, but something happened  recently to remind me about it. 

For me, the moral of the story is to appreciate the things that make your generation so special and unique.  Don't wish you were born in another time or don't get stuck soley adoring the past generations because doing so is unappreciative of your own generation and current events - and some day someone in the future will look back on your current generation and wish he or she was born in your generation; don't take this current generation for granted essentially. In a more general sense even, the moral could be just don't dwell on the past events, live now and appreciate things how they  are now.

I think we've all done it before once at least, I mean, I have.  For some people, it may be more in the extreme sense like the character Mr. Owen Wilson played, and for some others, the same type of wanting to go back in the past can come in the more innocent form of the nostalgia of looking back at the "good ol' days".  I'll admit, sometimes I have even thought that I was born in the wrong generation, lol.

More so now than ever since I'm taking a literature class that I need to remind myself of how important it is to appreciate the times now, but I do have to say that I'm reading about all these amazing stories and prose and rhetoric from the classics to just shy of a hundred of years ago and sometimes I'm seriously blown away of how beautiful and profound the works are, many even relevant today, and how different the good ideals were.

But as to the point the movie and this blog suggests, I definitely need to appreciate more of the now.

"It's better to light a candle than curse the darkness."

- Eleanor Roosevelt

On another note:

Moves me beyond words.

Cutting down on hours

...sleeping hours, that is.

I can see it coming, the need to cut down my precious sleep time.  I've been blessed to have 8+ hours sleep for the past month and a half of school, but I'm expecting the need for it to dwindle down for the next months until Christmas. I am not an advocate of idle lethargy; I just love the benefits of enough sleep.  I honestly have the best dreams.  It just so happens, though, that it is about that time I cut it systematically to accomodate the coming weeks. 

So I guess I'll only sleep 7 hours-ish until I can hone in reasonablly on that sad, sad 5-hour nights that commonly is accociated with college life. 

Sacrifices... oh sacrifices.

"We'll be okay"

"It's like we're always moving... why's it so hard to find some time to catch our breath?... Someday we will slow down, long enough to watch the sunrise from our own bed..." 

Life is absolutely precious...

And it is worth fighting for, worth being defended.

In all honesty...

Glad Romney did well in his debate last night. We can't afford four more years of President Obama in office. 

Therapy

Music and prayers are pretty much the only things keeping me going through these tough days.

*skip to 1:20 to hear her uptempo rendition.

One youtube comment critiqued this like a lullaby. So true and so good. Makes me swoon and feelso carefree happy

 



Applications have opened

The time for transfer students to apply to universities have opened...

Praying to God that this year will be my last year at community college and that next year I'll finally be at a university.  My transfer has been long overdue... a lot has happened in the recent years to cause the stoppage, and it's honestly heartbreaking in a sense...

But I just have to do the best that I can and hope that things will piece together and that I get into the right place.  I'm incessantly asking for God's help and guidance in my life at this time and for the strength, grace, and faith to accept whatever happens to me and my future.

"At the end of our lives we will be judged by love."

-St. John of the Cross

In times like these...

Sometimes there's that emptiness in the way you're feeling, as if you're hollow - like you're missing something.  But when you have everything you need, what's there to feel empty about?

Wants that come and go, temporary pleasures that don't last
Fleeting superfluous moments that came to be only because of the seeming necessity for it

Then I remember the big picture and I'm whole again.