Arm with practice, hopefully I can achieve the perfect lined-look. Thanks to Tumblr for the photo.
Friday, October 28, 2011
eye-liner 101
Arm with practice, hopefully I can achieve the perfect lined-look. Thanks to Tumblr for the photo.
emotions
Bliss: Had a one-time-big-time semestral break bonding with my high school friends in Tagaytay and Nuvali. 'Twas a blast, and I was glad our friendship has withstood the test of time. After almost a decade of camaraderie, despite taking different routes (in university and courses ), we still find time to meet and catch up on things.
Distress: Was about to go to Book Sale for some mag-back-issue hunting, only to find out that it was 'temporarily closed', urgh! Another option was to stop by in National Bookstore and Expressions, but changed my mind, they have more school supplies than books. Boo, change your names guys. :P
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| fail jump shot! |
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| Posing in Tagaytay (me doing a planking-sort-of-thing) |
Distress: Was about to go to Book Sale for some mag-back-issue hunting, only to find out that it was 'temporarily closed', urgh! Another option was to stop by in National Bookstore and Expressions, but changed my mind, they have more school supplies than books. Boo, change your names guys. :P
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Malady
Robbery, murder, rape has been part of the daily news programs that the audience becomes apathetic towards these stories. The news about a Chinese kid, who has been brain dead after run over twice, proves the indifference and callous minds of people.
Nakaka-inis at nakaka-lungkot lang, dahil wala ng pakialam ang tao sa kapwa nila! Urgh.
This brings me back to one of my favorite poems, "Man of My Time" by Italian poet Salvatore Quasimodo.
MAN OF MY TIME (SALVATORE QUASIMODO)
You are still made of stone and sling,
man of my time. You were the cock-pit
with the malign wings, the sundial of death,
-I have seen you- in the chariot of fire, at the gallows
at the wheels of torture. I have seen you: it was you
with your exact science persuaded to extermination
without love, without Christ. Again, as always, you
have killed, as did your father kill, as did
the animals that saw you for the first time, kill
and this blood smells as on the day
one brother told the other brother: "Let us
go into the fields." And that echo, chill, tenacious,
has reached down to you, within your day.
Forget, o sons, the clouds of blood
risen from the earth, forget the fathers:
their tombs sink down ashes black birds, the wind cover their heart.
oOo
Ever since we discussed this poem in our Literature class, "Man of My Time" has become one my favorite poems. The subject deals with man's efficiency in killing his neighbors as time goes by. 'Killing' may not be taken per se, it may allude to man's detachment and indifference in life; still Quasimodo's work transcends through time, and is most applicable today.
oOo
The following are pictures taken from the Daily Mail.
Nakaka-inis at nakaka-lungkot lang, dahil wala ng pakialam ang tao sa kapwa nila! Urgh.
This brings me back to one of my favorite poems, "Man of My Time" by Italian poet Salvatore Quasimodo.
MAN OF MY TIME (SALVATORE QUASIMODO)
You are still made of stone and sling,
man of my time. You were the cock-pit
with the malign wings, the sundial of death,
-I have seen you- in the chariot of fire, at the gallows
at the wheels of torture. I have seen you: it was you
with your exact science persuaded to extermination
without love, without Christ. Again, as always, you
have killed, as did your father kill, as did
the animals that saw you for the first time, kill
and this blood smells as on the day
one brother told the other brother: "Let us
go into the fields." And that echo, chill, tenacious,
has reached down to you, within your day.
Forget, o sons, the clouds of blood
risen from the earth, forget the fathers:
their tombs sink down ashes black birds, the wind cover their heart.
oOo
Ever since we discussed this poem in our Literature class, "Man of My Time" has become one my favorite poems. The subject deals with man's efficiency in killing his neighbors as time goes by. 'Killing' may not be taken per se, it may allude to man's detachment and indifference in life; still Quasimodo's work transcends through time, and is most applicable today.
oOo
The following are pictures taken from the Daily Mail.
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| Apathetic man walking past the poor child. |
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| Dead malice |
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| Finally, after 20 passers by, a compassionate lady! |
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