You had me at Halu

Today I feel happy, tremendously. And all you can see painted on my face is a great smile. My princess, as what she had promised, had emailed me this morning. I wasn't surprise because i ,kind of, know her somehow, she always keep her promises, what makes me feel great is the thought of sending me an email right after she had her email account. Honestly, a single message from her is enough to light my whole day. And she started her message with a 'Halu..'. Oh man, what a great day. She had me at 'Halu'.

Leavin on a jet plane...

It was a gloomy day. All I can say when I woke up this morning is a simple, "bye bye princess". Today the princess of my hidden kingdom had flown abroad for her business trip. She will probably be back on the 27th of February.And I think I will be going to Tokyo next month for two years. I will only have a very short chance of seeing her again. She promised, though, to email me, and I promised to keep in touch with her. I will surely miss her but I hope I wont be missing her that bad. She is a good friend, one that you would find hard to let go. Today, I will be attending a Prerelease Tournament for MTG, but surely, I will be thinking of her.

No matter what, princess, part of me will always be with you, till you bring it back for me when we meet again. Be fine.
- pollenpen

Good and Bad

It has come to my terms to tackle the idea of what is good, and what is bad. What is good? Basically, it is something acceptable by the society, it is the norms of the people surrounding you. What is good in one group could be bad in the other group. With these bases, it could be easier to say that the word 'bad' is just a term to measure something that isn't good? That there is no such thing as bad thing. Only something that is not good. The term bad is just a term of a measurement of standard wherein you bypass the standard below the 'good' scale. The scale or the unit of measurement is good. Bad is a virtual thing and Good is the real thing. The same is true with darkness and light. How will you know if a room is dimly lighted, or brightly lighted? If a closed room has not a single light enters it, there is no possibility that you can increase the intensity of its darkness, but of course, you can increase the intensity of light in a room. Which means darkness is somewhat a term used to describe the absence of light. A room maybe dim, dark, or brightly lighted based upon the measurement of light or the intensity of light that fills it. Just like in temperature, it is virtually impossible to go beyond 450 picokelvin (the lowest recorded manmade temperature) because that is the farthest man can do to remove heat (kinetic energy of a molecule) from a single matter. Which, in parallel, agrees with the fact that there is no such thing as cold but mainly a term used to describe the absence of a specific amount of heat. Now, it’s your turn to propose this kind of argument between Good and Evil.

Divinity Less

Some of my friends told me that I could become a poet. I strongly oppose to that idea and told them that being a poet is not easy, its not a potential, its a gift. You need to be able to live in a certain divine state of mind somewhere in the eye of a typhoon of words. Yet in that state you will be able to pick a single word out of it and form a delicate word, as delicate as a blooming rose. Which means being a poet is difficult and im far from it (",). Yet I met people who openly declare themselves as poets, and looking at their works, their not even close to it. Sadly, I wrote this piece for them to convey the idea that being a poet is not that easy, its like being a hermit, you should have a way to detach yourself from reality and view the world in a way so unique, in a language so familiar yet different. A poet is more divine than a Greek god.

Divinity Less

why do i choose to be obscure or oblique
to gods n geniuses i only seek to speak
why does imagination could uplift me
when in reality, i sink and lay weak

why do i build emblems with my words
when iron or fire is of the mightiest lords
why can i draw Zeus' potency with my pen
and Ares' rage, with feathers of birds

with a wish, i could make the universe reborn
and mold riddles from the simplest morn
out of the dark and desolate reality, i rise
to my unreal dominion unfathomed, unworn

i could watch the storm in a perfect velvet
or feast with a painting's thousand-word banquet
what divinity do i bear in this realm
to be more like a god but less than a poet

-pollenpen

Life's Fireworks

Its a new year! A new page, a new sky, new days, new evenings, new challenges for a new me. I have seen wonderful fireworks in Japan's Hanabi Celebreation. It lasted for hours, hours of unending bloom of breathtaking fireworks, so it seems. After one bursted and faded, an excitement follows of what would comes next. 2005 had just bursted and faded, and only stays in our memories, and now we are filled with excitement of what would this year would offer us. Every day would be revealing, every night in waiting, every month a new hope for this year's blessings. Whatever this year has to offer, surely, we deserved it.