Set your sails...

"If the potential gain is good and the potential loss is acceptable, try out new ideas..."

~Eric Jensen

The brain is able to have the following characteristics:
1) Adaptability - It changes constantly
2) Integration - Structures compete and cooperate
3) Sophistication - It is highly complex

The brain as Jensen would say is "highly complex" and what seems to be very simple activities in our everyday experiences are actually a culmination of processes inside the "blob between our ears." In a sense, as these complexities emphasize our individual differences, one must wonder how this might be addressed. Or better yet, what practices can be adapted to have a better chance of addressing these differences.

However, before jumping to pedagogy, I guess it is necessary to get more information and insight. Hopefully these first strides would lead to make meaningful discoveries...

educational experiment

Levine would say that encoding in any manner (i.e. writing, using a computer) is a form of memory enhancer. Well let us put this to the test...Will be publishing my comments and notes on things i have read here in my blog...I guess I'm reviving this site in some way as well. Hopefully things work out...that's it pansit.

Apathy is my accidental bedfellow
My motionless frame at pause,

But waves flow, my beating pulse.
with beaming passion, this fire burns.

What a tragedy it is to love from afar.
When the context is your villain

When these walls stop me...
from being part of your moment

I grit my teeth, shake my fist,
and long for my chains to be free.

instant amateur

In the wink of an eye
I became an instant amateur.
I got high on auto - pilot,
got drunk in my own routine.
The speck was seen as a boulder,
though the ripple I made seem to bore.

What I thought was a phase
evolved into norm
as I weaved my last days
into a pattern that crumbled.
The cracks are the scars
of a broken experience.

How can the blind lead the blind?
Or the deaf lead the paralyzed?
What kind of existence should I live
to make the impact I need?
How will I fare in the big
When I falter in the small?

What faith do they have in me
that I should subscribe to this dilemma?

Only the heavens can tell
of the thorns of the path to be tread upon

Heaven help us...

flop

sometimes, what seems like a series becomes an ad...
Flashes...Entertains, and then its gone...
life is such a breeze. Hahaha...

life on pause...

The soundtrack has looped thrice
as gentle shades pass swiftly
beside my mahogany frame.
My thoughts a mere canvas...

A young lad plays salesman
with his ideas on sale.
His friends play along
as if having a snow ball fight.

A woman exchange monologues
with a brood of stallions.
As the service crew exchange jokes
about their customers.

The star laden blanket
has covered the cloudy bed.
The wheel has run its common course
of drizzle, storm, drizzle, and calm.

With the bottom of my bowl surfacing,
And my caffeine tank is running on empty
I awake from my stony phase...
knowing everything is gone.

questions to a man from yesterday

Picking milk over coffee youngster?
You prefer the blink against the leaping lights
Choose to sleep when they have fun
Just another son of a gun!

Are you denying your pardon
For a well disguised resolve?
For all that you've chosen
has been offered, lay-away

How bad was it, Old man?
When you chose to kill than to save?
Did it split you in two?
Did you have to close your eyes?
Was melancholy your drink?
Did you loose yourself?
How bad was it wise one?

To prefer the sun from the drizzle,
buying ferns for your flower garden,
Find work to do for free,
Deny what you want to see

Are you denying your pardon
For a well disguised resolve?
For all that you've chosen
has been offered, and sold

How bad was it, Old man?
When you chose to lose than gain?
Did it split you in two?
Did you have to close your eyes?
Was melancholy your drink?
Did you have to sell your pulse?
How bad was it weary soul?

Did you feel surprised?
Or did you know all along?
Was "played" written in your nameplate?
Or is "relief" more suited?
Cheers for your storybook ending...
cheers...

How bad was it, Old man?
When you chose to be a slave?
Letting orders take you over.
Are those streamlines of tears?
Was pride your choice of drink?
How heavy was each step?
Did you have any doubt at all?

For regret was never your pillow...

There are times where the right thing will always be something that you won't like. It may make you feeling like yesterday's untouched lunch, but you'd make great fertilizer for sure.

for all love struck people out there...

You have always been there...
right beside me...in front of me...everywhere...
At sleepless nights or hours of fasting,
You have never failed to get my attention...
at times I have been weak and failed you immensely...
I've ignored your letters, refusing to budge.
I've mistreated you, abusing your weakness.
Saw your decline, but i failed to take action.
you tried to catch my eye, making mountains of signs
but I totally ignored your plea.
And when the time came that I ended up down and out,
you still remained there, beside me...without saying a word...
So here I am, right back where I started...
Trying to stay afloat...surviving...desperate...
To save you from utter ruin...
To show you my gratitude, my new found fidelity...
Setting my sails your way, towards your safe harbor.
Through high times, failures and deadlines...
I'd be here ready to chase the limelight with you...

Thank you for always being there for me.

---To my work, the only thing willing to be vulnerable to me...hahaha! Stress is fun:P