tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-114794722011-12-05T04:45:41.183-08:00Mr. Helmethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15290674625526481635noreply@blogger.comBlogger171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479472.post-87136826664723913462011-12-05T04:20:00.000-08:002011-12-05T04:45:41.200-08:00"If the potential gain is good and the potential loss is acceptable, try out new ideas..."<br /><br />~Eric Jensen<br /><br />The brain is able to have the following characteristics:<br />1) Adaptability - It changes constantly<br />2) Integration - Structures compete and cooperate<br />3) Sophistication - It is highly complex<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479472-8713682666472391346?l=archangelofhillandearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mr. Helmethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15290674625526481635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479472.post-74738575679930652962011-06-21T19:40:00.000-07:002011-06-21T19:47:20.792-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lVdlN3xtvoE/TgFXi1C5x9I/AAAAAAAAABU/rqqdIxwkZFM/s1600/Photo0001.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lVdlN3xtvoE/TgFXi1C5x9I/AAAAAAAAABU/rqqdIxwkZFM/s320/Photo0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620870065801512914" border="0" /></a><br />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.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479472-7473857567993065296?l=archangelofhillandearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mr. Helmethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15290674625526481635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479472.post-18126874938938001662010-12-12T05:40:00.000-08:002010-12-12T05:55:27.853-08:00Apathy is my accidental bedfellow<br />My motionless frame at pause,<br /><br />But waves flow, my beating pulse.<br />with beaming passion, this fire burns.<br /><br />What a tragedy it is to love from afar.<br />When the context is your villain<br /><br />When these walls stop me...<br />from being part of your moment<br /><br />I grit my teeth, shake my fist,<br />and long for my chains to be free.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479472-1812687493893800166?l=archangelofhillandearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mr. Helmethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15290674625526481635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479472.post-76158617259443197702010-03-18T06:36:00.000-07:002010-03-18T07:24:26.201-07:00In the wink of an eye<br />I became an instant amateur.<br />I got high on auto - pilot,<br />got drunk in my own routine.<br />The speck was seen as a boulder,<br />though the ripple I made seem to bore.<br /><br />What I thought was a phase<br />evolved into norm<br />as I weaved my last days<br />into a pattern that crumbled.<br />The cracks are the scars<br />of a broken experience.<br /><br />How can the blind lead the blind?<br />Or the deaf lead the paralyzed?<br />What kind of existence should I live<br />to make the impact I need?<br />How will I fare in the big<br />When I falter in the small?<br /><br />What faith do they have in me<br />that I should subscribe to this dilemma?<br /><br />Only the heavens can tell<br />of the thorns of the path to be tread upon<br /><br />Heaven help us...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479472-7615861725944319770?l=archangelofhillandearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mr. Helmethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15290674625526481635noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479472.post-10107820190270616282009-07-09T01:00:00.014-07:002009-07-09T01:29:30.599-07:00sometimes, what seems like a series becomes an ad...<br />Flashes...Entertains, and then its gone...<br />life is such a breeze. Hahaha...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479472-1010782019027061628?l=archangelofhillandearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mr. Helmethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15290674625526481635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479472.post-47240109351770733772009-04-14T04:47:00.000-07:002009-04-14T05:14:16.011-07:00The soundtrack has looped thrice<br />as gentle shades pass swiftly<br />beside my mahogany frame.<br />My thoughts a mere canvas...<br /><br />A young lad plays salesman<br />with his ideas on sale.<br />His friends play along<br />as if having a snow ball fight.<br /><br />A woman exchange monologues<br />with a brood of stallions.<br />As the service crew exchange jokes<br />about their customers.<br /><br />The star laden blanket<br />has covered the cloudy bed.<br />The wheel has run its common course<br />of drizzle, storm, drizzle, and calm.<br /> <br />With the bottom of my bowl surfacing,<br />And my caffeine tank is running on empty<br />I awake from my stony phase...<br />knowing everything is gone.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479472-4724010935177073377?l=archangelofhillandearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mr. Helmethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15290674625526481635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479472.post-24067375176918648652009-04-14T02:42:00.000-07:002009-04-19T07:20:26.240-07:00Picking milk over coffee youngster?<br />You prefer the blink against the leaping lights<br />Choose to sleep when they have fun<br />Just another son of a gun!<br /><br />Are you denying your pardon<br />For a well disguised resolve?<br />For all that you've chosen<br />has been offered, lay-away<br /><br />How bad was it, Old man?<br />When you chose to kill than to save?<br />Did it split you in two?<br />Did you have to close your eyes?<br />Was melancholy your drink?<br />Did you loose yourself?<br />How bad was it wise one?<br /><br />To prefer the sun from the drizzle,<br />buying ferns for your flower garden,<br />Find work to do for free,<br />Deny what you want to see<br /><br />Are you denying your pardon<br />For a well disguised resolve?<br />For all that you've chosen<br />has been offered, and sold<br /><br />How bad was it, Old man?<br />When you chose to lose than gain?<br />Did it split you in two?<br />Did you have to close your eyes?<br />Was melancholy your drink?<br />Did you have to sell your pulse?<br />How bad was it weary soul?<br /><br />Did you feel surprised?<br />Or did you know all along?<br />Was "played" written in your nameplate?<br />Or is "relief" more suited?<br />Cheers for your storybook ending...<br />cheers...<br /><br />How bad was it, Old man?<br />When you chose to be a slave?<br />Letting orders take you over.<br />Are those streamlines of tears?<br />Was pride your choice of drink?<br />How heavy was each step?<br />Did you have any doubt at all?<br /><br />For regret was never your pillow...<br /><br />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.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479472-2406737517691864865?l=archangelofhillandearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mr. Helmethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15290674625526481635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479472.post-78555240970535417552009-03-30T03:25:00.000-07:002009-03-30T05:32:50.613-07:00You have always been there...<br />right beside me...in front of me...everywhere...<br />At sleepless nights or hours of fasting,<br />You have never failed to get my attention...<br />at times I have been weak and failed you immensely...<br />I've ignored your letters, refusing to budge.<br />I've mistreated you, abusing your weakness.<br />Saw your decline, but i failed to take action.<br />you tried to catch my eye, making mountains of signs<br />but I totally ignored your plea.<br />And when the time came that I ended up down and out,<br />you still remained there, beside me...without saying a word...<br />So here I am, right back where I started...<br />Trying to stay afloat...surviving...desperate...<br />To save you from utter ruin...<br />To show you my gratitude, my new found fidelity...<br />Setting my sails your way, towards your safe harbor.<br />Through high times, failures and deadlines...<br />I'd be here ready to chase the limelight with you...<br /><br />Thank you for always being there for me.<br /><br />---To my work, the only thing willing to be vulnerable to me...hahaha! Stress is fun:P<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479472-7855524097053541755?l=archangelofhillandearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mr. Helmethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15290674625526481635noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479472.post-79892549118783680672009-03-19T05:31:00.000-07:002009-03-19T06:08:42.123-07:00There are moments when "stressed" is a severe understatement to your status. This is one of those moments. Its been a while since i wrote on a blog (I really like to keep my thoughts private most of the time) but i guess this is just one of those days where online blots keep you in tune with what's important. Life will always be that darn vitamin you had to take in the morning. Oh well, here's to another summer. It looks like its bound for a lot of different things...things which i don't actually see as important, but pretty much needed for this rat race. But something is better than nothing right? So let the climb begin...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479472-7989254911878368067?l=archangelofhillandearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mr. Helmethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15290674625526481635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479472.post-14837053375074369812009-03-08T07:27:00.000-07:002009-03-10T08:27:43.477-07:00Its just so hard to control this candystore stare.<br /><br />When force of habit takes over...<br />When restraint becomes your bitter friend...<br />As it integrated with every pace...<br />and tangles like gum in hair...<br />I really loathe this candystore stare...<br /><br />When that accursed gleam blinds you<br />Or the expected view becomes hazy<br />you get cobwebs in a second<br />and start pacing like a baby<br />This candystore stare drives you crazy<br /><br />"Sticky" would be thrown with its brother mush<br />With words being muffled down to a hush<br />When cloud nine is equated to a blank hall...<br />You know you've got it bad...<br />A candystore stare would be the worst to any lad<br /><br />When "content" goes head to head with "contend"<br />When "reason" goes against "impulse"<br />When removing your hard hat becomes a site to behold<br />And a lame dance routine becomes the new mold<br />Each candystore stare will make you fold<br /><br />When the itch to step forward becomes unbearable<br />the cup overflows with the very same recipe<br />That you've been avoiding all this time...<br />then working for peanuts becomes your favorite line<br />that candystore stare has poisoned your mind<br /><br />As the proverbial carrot dangles at the end...<br />When the pattern comes to fruition, leaving a bend<br />"exit" becomes the viable option<br />"detour" becomes the safest resolve<br />The candystore stare becomes a problem to solve<br /><br />* a follow up to the line, "a picture paints a thousand words"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479472-1483705337507436981?l=archangelofhillandearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mr. Helmethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15290674625526481635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479472.post-82835509498714270842009-03-08T06:28:00.001-07:002009-03-08T07:27:08.066-07:00As you delicately hold that firm handle...<br />...tug with mild force<br />As you snatch the apple of your eye...<br />...caress its moist skin<br />As anticipation builds...<br />...be cautious<br />As you gently lift...<br />...guide its gentle motion<br />As you fulfill your burning desire...<br />...be thankful and glad<br />For to proceed with reckless abandon...<br />...leaves for an accident waiting to happen...<br /><br /><br />* Thank God for water :p<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479472-8283550949871427084?l=archangelofhillandearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mr. Helmethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15290674625526481635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479472.post-14167468461534343692009-02-18T17:51:00.001-08:002009-02-18T17:52:22.854-08:00tread on forward my jolly friend<br />forget what makes you shiver<br />and keep walking ahead<br /><br />don't mind the road signs<br />they're for the gullible kind<br />press on, charge on, leave nothing behind<br /><br />Salutations away, pin my badge of honor<br />for its all I'll ever get in this story of plunder<br />give me rave reviews...<br />announce how tough my core<br />but it won't make a difference<br />for I'm the bastard you abhor<br /><br />feel free in this tangled web<br />under the shady night sky<br />standing, waiting, aiming...<br /><br />"don't you give up young soldier"<br />said my muzzled pulse as it embers<br />this porous existence leaks away...<br /><br />"Salutations to you, hall of famer"<br />for its all I'll ever get in this story of blunder<br />you gave me rave reviews...<br />then announced that I'm a bore<br />it never made a difference...<br />to the bastard you just tore...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479472-1416746846153434369?l=archangelofhillandearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mr. Helmethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15290674625526481635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479472.post-27611506765990650382009-01-27T04:38:00.000-08:002009-01-27T05:42:22.231-08:00over, under and pull<br />tightly suspended on both ways<br />wash, rinse, repeat as always<br />the build up is in progress<br />with twists, turns, and stress<br /><br />such a pity being entangled<br />when free will is shackled<br />by a weakened beat<br />and a helpless link<br />the chink in anyone's armor<br /><br />each strand intertwined<br />trapping willing hands<br />how pitiful...a hopeless bravado<br />how ruthless...a false projection<br />how ironic...an expected outcome...<br /><br />***just when you thought things were about to get better<br /> It's still the same complicated but simple matter<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479472-2761150676599065038?l=archangelofhillandearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mr. Helmethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15290674625526481635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479472.post-1139584165645475282006-02-10T06:44:00.000-08:002006-02-10T07:09:25.656-08:00stepping away from staccato...<br /><br />untimely spewing of blunt reflections<br />awkward stares at the struggling singer<br />spontaneous roadtrips<br />fortune cookies<br />monotonous grief<br />odd acceptance<br />tears of joy<br />imaginary decoy<br />undeserved compassion<br />untimely pau......se<br />critical negligence<br />sweet silence<br />a frightening embrace<br />a gentle stare<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479472-113958416564547528?l=archangelofhillandearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mr. Helmethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15290674625526481635noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479472.post-1122745202971084612005-07-30T10:16:00.000-07:002005-07-30T10:40:02.976-07:00I'm sort of a gray person...honestly I'm very much a friendly person but I also have an antisocial side...and I'm typing simply to express my thankfulness...life has been good....God has been gracious and good to me and to those I dearly love...I'm facing a lot of challenges these days though I may seem to be doing nothing due to my light academic load...but its not as it seems...I have challenges regarding my academics, with those i love (of course, nobody's perfect), and I have challenges within myself...which is the hardest of all...but i did see three very comforting things so far in my entire life: One, there is a God...he cares and he the most patient being that I've ever met. Second, when I make mistakes, i know I can rebound from it...which does not imply a license to be brash with your actions but simply an undeserved gift for all of us which we simply have to accept by accepting that we are what we are-human. And third, that the little things show us what is truly important in life-a hug, a kiss, a hard earned gift, sharing a snack or a meal, accompanying someone somewhere, eating with your loved ones, and even typing a paper for someone (that he or she composed himself/herself). To anyone who may be reading this, maybe you've forgotten how important these things are. In this fast paced times that we have where profit and fame fight for supremacy, its actually the things we don't see that puts the worth in living...keep living everyone:) God bless:)<br /><br />P.S.<br /><br />I miss my airen...she would probably say "uuuuuuyyyyy! ang babaw eh kanina lang kasama kita eh" But maybe it's just that side of me...that hopeless romantic that gets out in certain occasions...anyways...Also, CM Punk an indy wrestler who's gimmick has caught my curiosity is in the WWE already, I don't know how he'll be there but I bid him the best of wishes, its just too bad that he's quite cynical about of the world (though I'm basing it on what I read about him). I just hope he sees things clearer as the rest of his years follow...Oh! I hope my friends from sonshine are doing well...keep on daring and taking those leaps of faith...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479472-112274520297108461?l=archangelofhillandearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mr. Helmethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15290674625526481635noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479472.post-1114007853799654192005-04-20T07:05:00.000-07:002005-04-20T07:37:33.800-07:00Lots of stressful things occur for certain reasons...we may fail on the job, fall down a flight of stairs, seem dumbfounded regarding what to do on a report, and even loose a loved one we cared for so dearly. We can only stop and stare at the damage done and say, "what the heck happened?" We pause and stare if we are deeply awed by an occurence of this category or simply continue on if for some reason things aren't getting through to our troubled minds. Today I stared...<br /><br />at a smiling young boy...<br /><br />A lady missing her guy...<br /><br />A cute little child bringing a glass of coke for the 3rd time...<br /><br />A group of men tending to a lady who fell...<br /><br />Hordes of people humbled to silence after a cry of despair...<br /><br />Airen smiling even if I know she's quite tired from the things done through the day...:)<br /><br />The unexpected helps keep us on our toes for the simple reason that we should be. Not to an extent of paranoia but simply an awareness and an appreciation for the things that we are blessed with. And such an event of staring into emptiness can tweak a vein in us to realize how much oppotunity life has vented in our individual ways. Knowing such a feeling only shows your still loving, hoping, fighting, existing...living<br /><br /> - for the anyone's eye who'd dare to<br /> move like it never happened<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479472-111400785379965419?l=archangelofhillandearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mr. Helmethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15290674625526481635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11479472.post-1111427977533806962005-03-21T09:51:00.000-08:002005-03-21T09:59:37.536-08:00Spin<br /><br />I'm the enigma everyone knows<br />A continious trail of rubble,<br />The prototype of every beat,<br />An Illusion of stillness,<br />A metaphor for quickness,<br />Never breaking stride,<br />Neither slowing pace,<br />Glimpses of a sharp smile,<br />A roof-like frown,<br />A momentary erection<br />Other people tend to hold me,<br />Then drop me at the least instant<br />A craft to master,<br />To hold by your harness<br />That can make the world yours.<br /><br /><br />--- nuthin much...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11479472-111142797753380696?l=archangelofhillandearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mr. Helmethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15290674625526481635noreply@blogger.com1