The Dog Feed Article 2

The Dog Feed

As some of you may know, I have been questioned on my article by a number of people, from both UPLB and outside sources, and I wish I could elaborate further on the replies of others without stirring up a rather large argument, however, I fear that if I do not I will bring about a world of trouble for my article’s credibility. I’d rather not cause a riot, but here goes: (*Before I begin: Please do not take this personally, again this is my view, and this is for the Dog Feed. In no way do I wish to harm reputations or cause a stir, I just want to show my point. Thanks.)

The point that I made earlier still stands even though there are those who are supposed to be good at heart. With the shit that I said in my last article, I am entirely aware that not everyone is the same. I am not stupid, but take a look around, the public isn’t either. They know that I generalized and they know in their hearts that there are more than “1 in 3 candidates” (quoted from a current standing official in the UPLB Student Council) who actually want to do something, but what they do is what counts. However, again, if you look at it through public eyes, the interest that the voting population would sustain would probably be just until they finish the free food given to them. They don’t really care that you say you are different. You can fuck with their wordplay until they bleed letters from their ears, but it won’t really matter. They care that you show your point, not just stand and verbally defend. If you wanted to do so, prove me wrong with your actions while you still can. That’s what people care about. They care if they see you go outside and take a piss on someone’s deserving face, but they do not care if you talk and talk for hours on a podium. For a shitload, actions speak louder than words. (Not that I care, I’m just writing the Dog Feed for fun.) The problem is: every one of these people there who try to defend themselves against a vague article on student politics that was directed at the candidates, are generally candidates. With just that, you’ve already sold yourself to the branding machine.

Now to further elaborate on why my point still stands; even those that are good at heart try to shield themselves from the inevitable questioning that will ravage their image like a starving tiger seeing a lonely antelope on a vast plain. Now, by defending yourselves, you’re just proving my point. You guys didn’t have to come out and say that you were innocents to the fuckery that was said in the other article. If you didn’t then you knew yourselves that you were innocent and that you did a pretty damn good job. However, since you did, it just shows that you guys are trying to protect your image, without me actually accusing you of the fuckery in particular. You try to defend your comrades as well, hence shoving my point twice as far up reality’s ass. If you wanted, you could’ve sent the same message to me alone, but instead, you guys wished to come out and say it here in the open. It’s the image that counts in politics. See? Comparing this to a playground situation, let’s say that one asshole kid wants to be leader, and then towards the end of the day in the playground, one of the other kids decides to try and shove a mental dildo up his cocky ass by saying that all the kids who have been leaders are the same. Note that he does not fuck about by saying that the leader as of now is the redundant bastard. So now this leader kid replies that no, I am different and nicer, which is generally what the other bastard leaders did. See the point? To put it plain: Defending yourselves verbally ain’t gonna do shit. Prove me wrong by acting on it, and then the public will get at you. I’m giving you a free pass to use my article to boost your image, and yet you guys choose to tank me on this instead of making the public see you for yourself.

I am just here to speak and speak and speak. I’ve built an image so that people around the internet forums respect my ideas and such. Now I’ve given you the chance to use my article as a springing step. Hell, I even cursed a lot in the article, making this shit almost like trash. You could’ve bought yourself an eternity of worship by proving me wrong with this and that. Instead, you tried to attack a more simplistic concept, the concept that everyone is different and that you yourselves are innocent to the accused topic (which was pointed at the general direction of the candidates [not naming names] and not the current running officials). This just proves my point that the campaign in about image, and that majority of the people wouldn’t care or even read this goddamn reply. Good day.

(c) Anachrony “The Dog Feed 2012”

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The Dog Feed Article 1

The Dog Feed

So we get a couple of pretty candidates to run for Student Council Office…

I suggest that all political parties just talk, and not advertise themselves, or go out to shake hands with passersby, telling them to vote for you. Earlier today I received handshakes from my friends who were members of the Buklod (UPLB Political) party as I was going about my schoolwork. On most days they would give a friendly wave or smile, and we walk past each other as if we each had our own distant world to conquer. I’m not saying I do not appreciate it, nor am I saying that I’d like to ruin friendships, but let’s step back a bit. (I’ve voted for Buklod before.)

We are Students, not the average junkies or squatters and bums who roam the streets poor as fuck. We’re not cavemen either, nor are we people whose minds can easily be fucked with. We can think. We can speak. Not to brag, but we do this better than a shitload out there. Now here’s the point I’m trying to make. Let’s not be gullible, nor let us be swayed by the simplicity of free food and other trinkets. Look and listen to the candidates, but never do it one at a time.

You see, language is like a whore. It can take many positions to satisfy different people. Pleasing in good ways for some, bad ways for others. That can’t be helped. Some people just won’t like the choice of words of this specific candidate. No, I’m not telling you to be open minded about the words. As I’ve said, words can be shape-shifted to mean this and that at the same time to different people. Now, if we mix the words with the body language. Disregard the fear and the shyness, and you can see who really means what they’re saying, and whose guts are in the right place. Watch your candidates, see if they feed that lonesome dog near LB Square. Look at your candidate when he/she is not campaigning and listen twice as clear then. Siphon the bullshit and you’ll get what’s what of the candidate.

Politics (election campaigns in particular) should not be so trivial. It should be gut. If everything was trivial, then we might as well have hired robots to finish the job for us, since we humans cannot be trivial 100% of the time. Nor can we manage to be relative for others while maintaining triviality. The essence of election campaigns is to win the public over. Now in what way do I suggest people go about it. I suggest people dispense with the bullshit, dispense with the plans and forms and structures and fucks. I suggest they stand on that podium, and talk about themselves. The best judge of character would be the reaction among friends and family, classmates and teachers. If people would just shut the fuck up for a while and talk like a regular person, and not like a candidate, then people would be able to choose.

It’s not the problem of the voters, who vote for the candidate of their choice, it’s the problem of the candidates. They lie, give false smiles, shake hands with no meaning to it, and do all sorts of fucked up things that end up making others see an obvious plastic mask distorting what was once a friend. Fuck. Right? Now I challenge the candidates, when they go about school, not to wear their Candidacy ID’s, not to wear the shirt of the party they represent, and not to wear that mental mask. I challenge them to go out for one day, and campaign to the people like the people. Talk and walk, cut classes, rush with people, eat with people (don’t buy them food), and just look at the lives of your voters and see what is really fucked and what is really trivial.

I may not be a candidate, and I doubt I should ever be one, nor do I have a feeling I want to, but I think that this is how a candidate should go about his/her campaign. I’m just your average insane bastard walking among you. Good night.

(c) Anachronic Works 2012 “The Dog Feed Articles”

On Religious Status Messages / Chain Messages

SOMEONE SAID:
The owner of the Titanic said, “Not even God can sink this ship.”
And we already know what happened.
Marilyn Monroe said, “I do not need Jesus.”
Three days later she was found dead.
John Lennon said, “I am more famous than Jesus.”
That same day, he was shot 7 times and he died.
A mother told her daughter, “May God accompany you.” Ironically she replied, “In the trunk because he does not fit here.”
On this trip there was an accident and everyone was killed and the trunk remained intact.
If you are not ashamed of Jesus, please re-post. (^_^)

I REPLIED:
I am not ashamed of Jesus, he was a good person in the Bible.
I am not ashamed of God, He/She is out here somewhere.
I am not ashamed of Religion, I just don’t want to pick one.
Re-posting this, doesn’t prove that anyone really cares.

If they want to show they care about their God,
Shut the hell up and follow the scriptures,
Do your deeds for the good of others, as well as yourself.
You do not need internet text, or the use of foolish pictures.

So basically, that is what I did. If people really did love their God, they would not threaten others into claiming the statement above as proof of love. One of God’s teachings is humility, of course, though one can be proud of their God, but this post steps way above the appropriate level of pride. One does not need to spread this to prove that he/she is not ashamed of their God. The statements above the last one (“John Lennon said…”) provide a subliminal threat, that, if read fully, could be taken as “If you don’t re-post this, you risk God killing you.”. This fallacy however, should not be propagated, and believably so, the Church should be against this, since it influences people greatly, about a wrong concept. Having read the scriptures, one could easily say that God (Christ particularly) would not do that. In the scriptures, God is said to have undergone a change (New Testament & Old Testament, and Noah and the Ark), which is also a human trait, which adds to the thought that God is naught but a human figment. Granted that the scripture also says that we mortals cannot understand God, per se, however, it is still poorly constructed. The summation just casts all inexplicable and ineffable loose ends into the abyss of “it is incomprehensible by humans because we lack the intellect”. This attribute is very much questionable, however, believed by many people. Not that the existence of God is false, the mere construction of the religion that surrounds God is what can be deemed as inappropriately made.

Moving back to what is said in the letter; do the Christians worship a God who can easily be irritated, challenged, and manipulated? If that were the case, then I could threaten God and He (based on Christianity) would either kill me in an attempt to accept the challenge, or simply let me win and accept my terms. This creates an atmosphere of people believing that God has some tid-bits of human nature. If God were really all knowing and all powerful, it should stand to reason that He would not take offense because God does not have Pride (one of the Seven Deadly Sins); otherwise He would have a human side, in which case God is not necessarily the all-powerful, and thus this debunks His all-goodness. Also, if one were to read the scriptures, God Himself, says that one must do things with humility; it is essential for the entrance to heaven. If one believes in God, then say so discreetly, with no irrational sub-context-ed threats to others. The mere fact that one announces that he/she prays and shows off his/her rituals is already seen as irritating to God, therefore, this act of creating chain messages that threaten or boast about their strong belief in God is an act against God himself. If the above should be claimed as “God’s mysterious ways of teaching His followers”, then we should all be dead, as should I for challenging Him. If that were the way God taught His followers, then those of other religions should have been eradicated from the start. The above statement is an assault on the scriptures that the person who created this claims to be following. What’s worse is that most of these statements and misconceptions plague the internet, as well as our cellular phones when they are passed. Some people believe it wholeheartedly and it remains in the back of almost everyone’s mind.

Going into particulars, here are some facts from the message:

–          The story about the car and the daughter has no particular reference, and could be fabricated entirely for the sake of the post.

–          John Lennon did not say he did not believe in God on the same day he died.

–          Re-Posting the message does not necessarily make you un-ashamed of your God.

Counter-statement-facts (Facts that show the opposite of the scenarios above) :

–          Hitler was Catholic and never denied his faith, and God let him kill millions.

–          John Lennon’s assassin was Christian.

–          The Church killed many people in the name of God, however, they were not stopped by God. (Does God take sides, like a human?)

–          “Religion is what keeps the poor man from murdering the rich”Napoleon (A Catholic)

–          God knew Marylin Monroe’s sentiments long before He killed her. (God is all knowing.)

–          The statement about the Titanic was “It is unsinkable”, and the statement was used proudly.

–          Re-Posting the message is a form of evoked Pride, which is a “Deadly Sin”.

Each religion should educate their followers, and their followers. Also since they (the religion’s followers) do follow the rituals and teachings of the said organization dedicated to the worship of God, they should listen attentively to the lessons of the said religion. Being an Agnostic Theist, I and my kind would prefer not to choose a religion to base ourselves upon, however, we do believe in the existence of a Supernatural Being that created us. My parents are Catholic as is the rest of my immediate family, and I am forced to attend Mass every Sunday. I may not follow the religion, but I still listen to the Priest preach to the masses. Not to preach to those who already know, and not to boast, I still see that there are many other people who are “hardcore” followers text and chat throughout the Mass, barely listening to the teachings of their religious leader. This may be the cause of the above messages. To sum it up in simple words for everyone to understand, I say:

This is YOUR religion, you ARE A PART of it, you CLAIM TO BELIEVE it. If you BELIEVE IT, FOLLOW IT, and LISTEN. OPEN YOUR EARS. THINK BEFORE YOU POST. Most importantly, DON’T FORCE OTHERS TO DO THINGS (WITH SUBLIMINAL MESSAGES OR PUBLIC ONES).

* References:

BIBLE. (READ IT!)

HISTORY. (LEARN IT!)

** This is not an assault on the Catholic, Christian, and any other Religion. It is merely a reminder to keep their followers in check.

*** I assume the creator of this post is Christian, due to the reference to Jesus.

**** Enjoy.

(c) Anachronic Works 2011


Three Reasons Why You Shouldn’t Abuse Corny Love Quotations

Let me tell you of a little pet peeve of mine. Here in the Philippines, it is very much commonplace for the locals (myself included) to fall into romantic fits of rage, or to post corny love quotations (Referred to as RFR from here on end). Now, when this happens, it is also commonplace, (again myself included, although only to an extent) for people to broadcast what they feel through the internet. I know it’s in our nature to fall in love and such; it’s in everyone’s, but there is just too much hype over this emotion. I myself believe that love is the “greatest feeling ever”, but I don’t prance around my magical imaginary garden on my unicorn telling everyone about it.

Unicorns? How sweet! I must share this with everyone!

Unicorns? How sweet! I must share this with everyone!

Now, I wouldn’t mind some lyrics, or some well thought out and history tested quotations, but come on! This is ridiculous!

“Sweet words are easy to say;

Sweet things are easy to buy;

but sweet people are difficult to find.

Life ends when you stop dreaming.

hope ends when you stop believing.

love ends when you stop crying.

Friendship ends when you stop sharing.

So share this with whoever you consider special.

To love without condition

To talk without intention.

To give without reason.

And to care without expectation.”

(source)

“Der is a difference between goodbye and letting go…”

(source)

I wonder what issue of “UTTERLY OVERUSED BULLSHIT MAGAZINE” they found this on. Seeing that the first quotation states the obvious, I assume they got it from that magazine, although I could be wrong, it could have just been from Cosmopolitan Kids. By the way, the magazine with this post needs to hire a new proof-reader, and hopefully, they’ll get a grade school graduate this time.

Granted that there are cases where these may be of proper use to actually get the girl you love/like to smile, but please, DO NOT PUT MORE SHIT LIKE THIS ON THE NET. I did my research, and over 10,000 sites appeared, thanks to Google. I see this shit every single day, from looking at 9Gag to other websites. They’ve even found their way into pictures, and not to mention the countless videos on YouTube. If you think about it, when you’re the type to visit the internet for hours on end, you’ll see an endless barrage of advertisements regarding this particular retardation, which I instinctively call “RFR’s”. Status messages all over Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, and other sites are loaded to the brim with RFR’s. I doubt there are more movies than these quotations that have lost their meaning throughout the lifetime of the internet.  Now, I’ll tell you three reasons why this shit is not going to work.

Reason 1:

I have a girlfriend and I get lovey-dovey with her too, however, I’d very much prefer to send her things I wrote myself, and it’s not that hard to say how you feel. For most people, they would resort to the internet, giving the inevitably unbeatable reason;

“I’m not as creative as you, and I find it hard to say how I feel, especially to my special someone. So I’ll just copy and paste from the internet and feel the same way everyone else does.”

Either that, or they just go for the less verbose way of saying this:

“I got that bitch a quote! Bitches love quotes!”

The point of the person being a “special someone” is that you find him/her more attractive and “special” compared to others. Don’t you think that they would feel even more special if you wrote something yourself, even if it’s just saying how you feel? Write whatever’s on your mind. Take some time out of the day to make it meaningful. Throw in a stuffed toy for all we care.  You don’t even need metaphors.

Self made metaphors? Fuck that shit!

Self made metaphors? Fuck that shit!

I can totally feel the sincerity. No, really.

RFR’s are easier to make.

Reason 2:

There is the reason of integrity.

With the ever-growing population using the internet, it’s not surprising that people would much rather scour the depths of Google, copy-paste, and press send. This is invariably true for most homework cases, and research projects. I myself am one of those people, except, I maintain a little dignity and paraphrase the whole damn text before I send it over. Of course, that would mean effort, and if you’re as lazy as any other bloke up and about on the internet, then you would probably think:

“Less effort; same grade. Why not, right?”

This is also true when it comes to the love quotes one can find on the internet. Copying and pasting is very much easier to do, and you’ll get relatively the same reaction from your “special someone”, so why work harder? This “special someone” is so special, that I have to copy and paste and share this shit because I’m too fucking lazy to compose three sentences. It’s just too much. Too much!

Son/Daughter, the school called. You got an F in Romance 101...

Son/Daughter, the school called. You got an F in Romance 101...

Again, I can totally feel this shit. There’s just so much meaning in the simplicity of these words.

Reason 3:

With the endless barrage of these RFR’s, it’s not that hard to spot several hundreds of your friends (if you have that many) posting these “heartfelt” quotations that get people “kilig” (as they say in Filipino) or charmed to the point of tension. There’s even the smiley for such a feeling.

Kilig Smiley

Kilig Smiley

Granted that one feels empathy or even sympathy for such cases, it is still rather irrelevant to you. Eventually, though, since you know that you want to feel that way too, you, like the person who first posted the RFR you saw, re-post the message and hope that people will like your status and copy the message for themselves, thus giving you the illusion of not being alone with the wonderful feeling. It spreads like a virus, numbing the minds of everyone who emulates the emotions. Then, we, the brain-dead users of the internet, will also spread this in the hopes of garnering our rightfully due 5 minutes of fame biting that tiny bit of your brain off. We then become the general population wherein each member says the same thing to each of our “special someone/s” making the term as bland as an average grunt.

Hopefully, those of us who still believe in heartfelt messages will survive this apocalyptic nightmare.

Pictured: The Side Effects of Love Quotations

Pictured: The Side Effects of Love Quotations

Summation:

When one writes a personal and heartfelt love letter to their “special someone”, it gives meaning to the said term “special”. Copying and pasting RFR’s are good; however, the innate abuse of such would lead to irritation among friends (which is why I wrote this) as well as the loved ones. Abusing quotations is very much comparable to copy-paste with regards to homework, which would definitely give you a failing mark on the field of relationships.

Using RFR’s may also lead to brain-dead love apocalypse. And when that happens…

Grandma, where’s my magnum?

Grandma, where’s my magnum?

* Photos are courtesy of Google Image Search. All are copyright to their respective owners.

** Quotations are courtesy of their source links. All copyright goes to their respective owners.

*** All comments here are opinionated and for “the lols”. This is not intended to offend anyone.

**** The magazines mentioned are nonexistent.

***** Enjoy!

(c) Anachronic Works 2011

Book Review: Dan Brown’s “Digital Fortress”

Summary:

Dan Brown starts off his novel like any regular book or movie. It starts off with the NSA (National Security Agency) of the US, of course, encountering a serious code problem. The code was called Digital Fortress and it couldn’t be decoded by the NSA’s code breaking machine. Eventually they had to call on their top analysts to help. Commander Strathmore, the head of the NSA’s code breaking unit, calls on Susan Fletcher, one of their to analysts, who was the fiancée of David Becker, a professor who also had a knack for breaking codes. Susan later found out the maker of the code, Ensei Tankado, who was a former NSA employee. His reason was simple; vengeance for mistreatment. Ensei threatens to release the code to his partner, code named “North Dakota”, who would then release the code worldwide if Ensei should die. The NSA sees this as a threat to national security and tries to neutralize it.

Ensei dies of a heart attack. Strathmore sends David Becker to recover a special ring that Ensei had when he died, and in it was the code to unlock Digital Fortress. David finds out the Ensei gave the ring away and soon goes off in search of it. His trail of people though, is one by one being murdered by a mysterious assassin called Hulohot. Telephone calls are found between North Dakota and Numataka, as David searches. The calls reveal that North Dakota hired Hulohot to kill Ensei in order to get the ring and release the code sooner.

At the NSA, Fletcher’s investigation leads her to believe that a fellow NSA employee named Greg Hale is North Dakota. After a while, her traces lead her to see that North Dakota really is Ensei one and the same. Seeing her mistake, she looks back (figuratively) and finds out that Strathmore killed Hale, and made it appear like a suicide. She also finds out that Strathmore was the real antagonist who hired Hulohot through his pager. On the other side, Becker ends up killing Hulohot in a violent battle.

The plot thickens as we see that Strathmore was the man with the plan. Strathmore hires Hulohot to kill Ensei. Then he has Becker go after the ring while he tries to regain his lost honour by attempting to get into a relationship with Fletcher. He would then break the code and look like a hero to everybody. We also find out that North Dakota is not Ensei, but is really Strathmore, who calls Numataka, to release a chip with Digital Fortress to the public giving it a backdoor Trojan to be able to spy on any computer in the world that has the chip. Strathmore fails at seducing Fletcher, but succeeds in unlocking the code. Though little did he know that Digital Fortress was actually a computer worm that would release all the NSA’s information onto the World Wide Web. Strathmore commits suicide by letting the machine explode in his presence. The NSA disables the worm. David returns to the US, and is reunited with Fletcher.

The sad, ironic twist in the end was that Numataka was actually Ensei’s father who abandoned Ensei as a child due to his deformed face.

Review:

I personally found the book a little boring. Comparing to the other works of Mr. Brown, like the Da Vinci Code, and Angels & Demons, this one, I found a little uninteresting. I’ve watched enough spy movies, and read enough books with the same type of storyline to say that this is one of the plain and simple ones. This book will go definitely to my top 15 or so, but it’s not the best. It was a semi-predictable storyline, which is good and bad, but it still is predictable. Like the happy ending, it’s just another predictable addition to the storyline.

To tell you why I found this book uninteresting would be that the basic plot and introduction of scenes are that of a movie. The plain in-your-face type of introduction. You have the characters and the problem. Another reason would be the slight irrationality of it all. Think about it, the NSA hiring civilians to do their work? Not likely. All the more since the work was just a one time job that they’d call you to do every now and then for big bundles of money. It seems fishy. If the NSA were to do that, that would already be jeopardizing the country’s national security. For whatever you know, the man who is cracking the codes in the NSA’s office just might be paid higher by terrorists to plant a virus or a bomb there. Another reason why I found it uninteresting is the mesh of code-breaking, and love is not really my thing.

So far though, if considered fiction, which it is, it would have a good plot. Unlike many of the fiction stories out there, this one makes sense. A few loopholes here and there, but still, a good story is a good story. It is able to stand alone. Many novels I have read, I cannot relate to because the comparison or the descriptions are of another generation other than mine. For example, an author would put there that “the blast was as loud as a KISS concert”. Those who haven’t seen a KISS concert, like me, would not be able to relate very well and therefore it would defeat the purpose. This novel, I can relate to, there’s not too much senseless, time -based description. I do like the way Dan Brown had created the code, quite a unique way; very tricky to decipher, but not too tricky as to not lose its credible sense. Dan Brown has an amazing gift when it comes to coding, and cryptic mysteries, but this book will not really suffice.

It was overall an okay book. A 7.5 out of 10. It had some good twists. It also had some odd ones which make it unique. The storyline was a bit thrown off, but it was basically good. A good mental war story. It was able to make this reader’s mind twist around.

“Wars teach us not to love our enemies, but to hate our allies.”
-W. L. George

* This was made as a school paper so I wasn’t able to sarcastically comment the way I should.

** This was made roughly 3 years ago. But please, enjoy.

(c) Anachronic Works 2011

Missing

It all boils down to this: the past. It’s funny how things were and how things are. Comparison of the two is an inevitable part of life that nobody wishes untrue. What normal soul wouldn’t want to remember their childhood sweetheart? Who wouldn’t want to remember acting foolish with their friends? Who wouldn’t want to remember anything? I know I wouldn’t.

Memory is a part of life, and whether or not we like it, we have them. I cannot claim that there is a particular reason behind this. I cannot claim that such cases of divine proportions have led us to this point in time. I also cannot want more than those circumstantial emotions memories can provide. With time as an apathetic concept that leads us more than we know, we cannot as well, say that we’d rather not have it. If we have it, we have the past, which in turn induces memory. Time’s a pretentious bastard, making himself more important with every growing measurement of all that is encompassed in a single action, in that single moment. We love him for this.

Take the term “missing”. When used by many to describe another’s state of being, it basically points to someone being “lost” or someone whose presence is not felt by those who feel they need his or her (the missing person’s) presence. When one is missing someone, one has a sense of longing, and that sense of longing for what is no longer present would cause such behaviours that may seem uncanny, but is nevertheless auspiciously common. This emotion of missing, evokes action, and such acts lead to a change. A ripple, if you may, on the demigod-like powers of the emotion pool. It has the capability to send millions of people ajar with their feeling right that moment, and that moment swiftly slipping into the past may lead to the memory of what once was. It’s a cycle, and so, nobody is ever truly lost.

Chatting with an old friend at around 2am, I couldn’t bear to say goodbye. After all that time we’d spent with each other, months ago, things changed. Faster than the heat that travels from the sun to Earth. Eventually we did, and I found my heart running itself into walls. I still knew her, and I was the only apparent person who noticed the difference in her. Just like a childhood memory, all we could do was talk about it. Re-enactment was nevertheless lacking in taste. Good wine gone stale. It had however, brought out the emotion evoked by memory.

People today generally overuse the word “miss”. Of course, I do not mean this in the title sense, but rather in the sense of longing for something that once was. The esoteric Father Time had never deigned to provide us with an accurate perception of himself, such that we are forever bound to our limitless counting and re-counting of the moments that slowly drive us by as we communicate right now. The concept of the sentence “I miss you,” seems to be a concept so overused that the beforehand meaning and lustre of the term is no longer recalled. The irony however is that when one misses another, one recalls the past events shared.

I am not driving at any other point than this. With our memories to run through, all we can do is communicate, such that we make another memory and so on. I do not wish to preach some commonly abused sayings that float through the internet like water in a beach resort theme park. Why I claimed all that is above is as simple as the ground we walk on (which is ironically not as simple as it seems), all these partake in my memory, and I hopefully had portrayed it vaguely enough for us to realize that we all share these memories and that as we communicate, this becomes a new memory for us. In simplicity, I wish to remind us all to take the time out to talk to an old friend, recall the experience, and like the mental plague that is; knowing we are all bound to death, let us know enough to truly miss someone, and to amend the lost causes that were once our conversations, feelings, activities, states of mind, and above all else, each other.

* This is meant as a Happy Birthday essay to a good friend Christopher S. Aguas who I’d first encountered in Kindergarten.

(c) Anachronic Works 2011

A Toast to The Titanic and to My Dear Ex-Lover

Back when I was a kid, during my days in Canada, I watched the Titanic for the first time, with my cousins Michelle and Steffi, my sister, my Mom, and my Auntie Roenna. It was pretty dreary and the concept was not easily grasped by my mind although I thought I’d already had. With this, I would always wonder to myself why girls in general would cry at movies, especially the romantic ones which were, in my opinion utterly dreary and quite the un-moving and unattractive type, as compared with movies about war and brotherly love combined. Those, and several other insanely awesome sci-fi movies, that I still enjoy and love to this day, to me were worth more than most drama films. With utter nonchalance I dared not disturb them other than to laugh or become annoyed at such a disturbingly silly display of affection towards a simplistic concept that rarely even varied.

I was a regular guy, who was more into fighting, action, sports films and what-nots. I’d never really felt anything for anyone during those early days. With the exception of my first love, Sarah, from my life I would have been the most utterly passive towards drama movies. Luckily, my life did have her, and by the time she had to move away to another country, my expectations and shunning of drama movies had stooped to a negative low. I was beguiled by drama, music, art, culture, dance, paintings, drawings, books, comics, movies, videos, plays. I had joined the glee club back in school (No relation to the Glee Series whatsoever). The moment that I saw her last, reminded me of a movie scene, somewhere in my vast memory of all the movies I’ve watched, in which case I do not recall the title. I was astounded as how real the movies could become if one were to portray it in their everyday lives. If one were to simply walk, talk, and view like the movies, then one would be living a movie everyday without paying a single penny/centavo. It is worth it, if you think about it. You may be caste-d out as weird or odd, but it will make life a bit more vibrant. Some of you would say that this is impossible and that movies are a fictitious shadow of real life, a reflection as some may say, where left is right and right is left. I say however, there is an extent to the fragmented truth that exists within movies, and it is rather large, and more or less appealing to many people, from shallow to deep thinkers alike.

Going back to the movie, I just re-watched it not an hour ago, and I am completely honest about this when I say I cried. A lot, and it always reminded me of a spark which I had carried all throughout my life. When I’d met Sarah, I was an average guy, very strong about things and very numb towards feelings, only capable of expressing it at home or through the pen, unless it was of physical pain with which I would cry at some point of intensity. There were of course, some emotional pains that made me cry to be honest, and my skin is kinda thick. But when we were together, every movie made sense. I had gotten involved with the movies each time I’d watched them, taking the scenes seriously, whether or not they were action or drama. I’d taken things to a whole new level, learning more about life and more about art than I’d ever did. All thanks to her, I’d become creative with my speech, my voice, my music, my mind. I would often times be inspired to create fictional worlds of entertainment and story lines for my action figures when I would play with them, and I would often times act out along with them, running around in my shorts with whatever toys I had at hand. Other times I would simply walk around in a circle, thinking and practically obsessing with story concepts, validations of life, and other godforsaken agendas that older people do not wish to re-live or at some times do not wish to fully comprehend. All because of her, and her ways. I loved her, and I’d cried for months after she’d left. It was a simple case of moving to another country, where I would not see her again, and yet it felt so complex and it dampened my mind long enough to stain my works with thoughts of despair all throughout my high-shool life and up to now. Indeed I’d thought of the many times and the many things I’d done, even those I find foolish and those I regret doing. Well, I realized a lot, thanks to her. I owe her my artistry.

For those of you who are wondering, no, I am not in touch with Sarah, and why is because we had agreed not to, and even though I want to break all form of rank and file in life, and all sorts of agreements we’d made, I still can’t find her on Facebook, nor on Tumblr, nor on various websites. I guess it’s just like Jack and Rose, with the minimal time we’d spent together, it had one of the most maximized effects on my life and how I lived it from then until today. I am drowning in sorrow, bliss, and love, all together and I hope you can bear with me for one last short paragraph.

As I realize it now, I laugh at myself, from years ago, for not pondering enough on this issue and chose to rather let go of it and forget. This turning point in my life signified something great, and I simply wish to raise a glass to the Titanic, and to my dear Ex-Lover, who is out there somewhere. Let’s all raise a glass. A toast! To my dear Sarah, and to the Titanic; may our love never falter, like that of Jack and Rose, and always know, you will always be in my heart and in my works. Indeed I love the both of you dearly, and to you, my dear Sarah, I owe my works.