Tempus Fugit

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Doing Things In Public

This is for those who suffer and enjoy the same realities and frustrations.
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I have devised a way
on how to be
with you without
being near you. I try to sleep
as long and
as much as I can.
For in those
subconscious adventures
I get the chance
to hold your hand
and kiss you in public.
I get to introduce you
to my parents
and friends.
I get to be 
with you everyday.
What I dread the
most is the threat
of waking up.
I frustrate
about reality
- about not doing
things in public,
about "us"
that can't be
public.

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*Picture from http://images.free-extras.com/pics/h/holding_hands-1419.JPG

I Feel You

When I close my eyes
and for a moment
try to be free
from your presence,
I've realized that
it can't be done.
Because even in the
dark void I see
when my eyes are closed,
I see you there- I feel you.
When I try to hold
my breath so that
for a moment 
I won't smell your scent,
I discovered that
it isn't possible.
For even in that
breathless universe,
I get a whiff 
of your muskiness
- intoxicating and intense.
I feel your breath
against my nape.
I feel you
no matter what I do.


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*Picture from http://www.independent.co.uk/multimedia/archive/00037/depressionBWbig_37548t.jpg

Saturday, June 5, 2010

Outside My Window

This is for you! You know who you are! 
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There are days when I just stop
what I'm doing and
stare out the window.
Searching for you along
that busy street.
Hoping that it'll be you
who'll walk up next.
With your bouncy stride
and your happy gait.
But I'm not
counting on it much.
Not as much as 
I want to- I guess.
Sometimes I feel joy
seeing a part of yourself
with other people who walk by.
Some have your hair,
your eyes, your favorite 
shirt- but not the totality of you.
I continue staring and dreaming.
I close my eyes 
and remember what's
about you that I fell in love with.
And not for long
they are all so real- you are so real!
Then, I decided to continue
what I'm doing before I stared
out the window- thinking of you.
After a while I know
I'll look for you again
among the faces of the people
who walk by outside my window. 

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Friday, June 4, 2010

Saying Goodbye But Not Letting Go

Sometimes when people who really matter to you go to a different continent, to start a new life, to meet strangers, to find new people who'll make them smile or cry, to go shopping with new found friends, to bitch out about the weather or the bad service in a restaurant, to trade books with new faces, to familiarize herself with a strange park, to wear Ugg boots, to see kangaroos and koala bears -and blond surfers- alive and breathing on a strange land and you aren't there to witness it all. You feel yourself tear up and get emotional. Not because you've been with this person for a very long time, but for the sole reason that you've just found one of the missing pieces of yourself and yet destiny has a different plan for everyone. With tears on your eyes, with the bittersweet emotion you deal with, you feel that you just have to give her your blessing, not because she needs it or  she's asking it from you. You give her your blessing because you are the one who needs it. To reassure yourself that everything will be okay. That you will not be forgotten across a different timezone. Because for a fact you know that a part and important chunk of yourself goes with her to that strange land that's going to be her new home. That no matter if the seasons are different there the special bond you shared with one another will not melt like snow  or wilt like a leaf in Fall. That you're connection will always be in a state of Spring-blooming,fresh,and full of life.

I will miss you Ate Ria!

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Copying Soulmate

Hi guys and gals! When I have attended last year's Philippine Blog Awards a blog title instantly caught my attention: “Finding Your Soul Mate: A Statistical Analysis”.

People are generally drawn to the idea that all of us have our very own soul mate. Books are written about it. Songs full of longing and hope are made. Poems are created with lavish expressions about that special "one".

I'll definitely write my own stuff about it soon! But for now please take time to read this interesting article. Enjoy!!!

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Finding Your Soul Mate: A Statistical Analysis 

27 Jan 2009


  • I’ve been thinking recently about soul mates and the chances of finding that soul mate. Why have I been thinking about this? Because I drink too much every night and wake up every morning with a dry throat and a dull headache, and thus cannot bring myself to start working until after several hours of staring blankly into space. But I digress. This piece is an attempt at quantifying the odds of finding that special somone, and contains some thoughts regarding how to increase those odds further.
    Now, the first step is of course believing that your soul mate exists. I know a lot of people don’t believe that everyone has a soul mate, but for the purposes of this article, let’s just ignore them.
    The tricky thing about this whole discussion is that the cosmos never bothered to lay down any ground rules regarding soul mates, so we’re unfortunately stuck making a bunch of assumptions. Here are the ones that I’m basing my calculations on:

    1. Your soul mate exists, and is currently alive somewhere in the world. I’m not going to waste time calculating the odds of meeting a soul mate who was alive B.C., or will be born around the time the flying car goes mainstream. We’re going to assume that the cosmos was considerate enough to give you a fighting chance after all.

    2. Your soul mate is of the preferred sexual orientation. This whole discussion would be pointless otherwise.

    3. Your soul mate speaks at least one of the languages that you do. Again, it would be otherwise impossible to connect with your soul mate if you can’t speak a common language.
    (Nota Bene: If you disagree with any of the items above, tough luck. I’m not doing your math for you.)
    Given those three assumptions, you can compute the maximum number of potential soul mate candidates simply by multiplying the population of your chosen language by the percentage of your preferred sexual orientation. Let’s call this your Personal Soul Mate Index.

    For example, my chosen language is English (1.5 billion native and non-native speakers) and my preferred sexual orientation is straight female. The global gender ratio is about 51:49 in favor of men, so I multiply 1.5 billion by 0.49, which would be roughly 735,000,000. I would then reduce that number further by 2% to get my PSMI (which is the alleged gay ratio), leaving me with 720,300,000 straight English-speaking females. If you were a gay male, you would multiply 1.5 billion by 0.51 and then again by 0.02, giving you a much smaller PSMI, at only 15.3 million.

    (Note that you could also choose to totally ignore the language part of the equation and simply multiply your sexual orientation by the total global population, which is at 6.7 billion at the time of this writing.)
    I’ll give you a moment to compute your own PSMIs.

    All good? Great, let’s move on to the fun stuff.

    So, the likelihood of me meeting my soulmate is roughly 1 in 720,000,000, and what we’re going to do over the next few paragraphs is work out just how “likely” that is. I’m a 27-year-old Filipino, and have a life expectancy of 71 years. That means I’ve got a potential for 44 more years of searching for that darned soul mate of mine. Let’s be more granular, and calculate how many days that is:

    (365 days * 33 common years) + (366 days * 11 leap years) = 16,071 days to go

    Let’s tack on the past 9 years of my life as well, or since I turned 18, i.e., legally capable of having sex with my soul mate should I meet her. (And if that sounds a little crass, I apologize. I’m sure you would simply lose yourself in your soul mate’s eyes forever.)

    16071 + ((365 * 7) + (366 * 2)) = 19,358 days in total

    We can express all of this very simply by saying that if I want to meet my soul mate and I am unlucky enough to have had to meet every single person in my entire PSMI before I finally meet her, I would have to see 720,300,000 people over 19,358 days starting when I turned 18. (37,209 people per day, or about half of the people who went to the Eraserheads concert last year.)

    Does that sound discouraging? Let’s do some quick math to work out the problem.

    I’m sitting at a Starbucks as I write this, and there are easily 30 other people in and around this place with me. I’ll walk back to the office and there are another 60 people there. Later tonight I’ll have dinner at the Fort, and will come into indirect contact with about 100 or so different people. If I were commuting, I’d get on to a train car with 50 other people all mashed up against each other.
    Depending on how much you move around, you come in to indirect contact with about 150-200 unique people every day. Possibly even more than that if you really pound the pavement. That means that without drastically changing my lifestyle, I will see about 3,871,600 people over the course of my life or about 0.5% of my PSMI. Expressed in more practical terms, my chances of finding my soul mate at any point in my post-18 life is about 1 in 200. If you play Texas Hold ‘Em, this is roughly the same odds as being dealt pocket aces (220:1). (Interestingly enough, I’ve been dealt pocket aces about half a dozen times at Hold ‘Em that I can remember.)

    Is that depressing? Yeah, a little bit. 20 years ago, that would be pretty much all she wrote too. But these days we’re fortunate enough to have a way to connect with thousands more at any given moment, i.e., the internets. I’ve got about 670 people following me on Twitter, about 250 friends on Facebook and have built a handful of little web toys that thousands of people use every day. Your own numbers will be drastically different of course, but the point is that we’re able to cheat the odds by making ourselves really visible online. In fact, if I assume that my soul mate is a straight female who speaks English and has Internet access, my PSMI is reduced even further. There are 1.4 billion people on the Internet, 430.8 million of which speak English, and 206.8 million of which are probably straight females. Now my chances are about 58:1, which in Hold ‘Em terms is roughly the odds that you would get a pair of aces, kings, queens or jacks in your pocket (54.3:1). If all that sounds a little fanciful, it’s really not. I mean seriously, what kind of cosmos would give me a soul mate that didn’t use the Internet? That would just be cruel. (Or for that matter, didn’t subscribe to poker hand probabilities.)

    One way to look at the 58:1 ratio is thusly: if I had 58 times to relive my life, I would cross paths with my soul mate once. That sounds incredibly sad, so here’s another way to look at it: if you took 58 other guys with similar soul-mate indices as me, only one of us would find our soul mate. I like the sound of that a little bit more, but I’m not entirely sure it’s the right way to look at the numbers.

    Anyway.

    The trick here really is to make yourself as visible as possible online so as to reach as many people as possible. Joining social networks and generating online content is the new-school equivalent of taking yoga classes or joining photography clubs in order to meet new people, and it’s a lot more cost-effective too. The idea of course is not to stop looking. Just because the odds seem stacked against you, doesn’t mean it isn’t possible. After all, according to the Drake equation, the number of other currently-existing civilizations in our entire galaxy could be as little as 2, and yet we still train our telescopes at the sky every night, waiting.


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Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Dream Taps and Day Dreams

Have you ever felt when you are in the middle of whatever you are doing that something inside you tells you to stop? Particularly if you are in a job that is okay but isn't what you LOVE? Lately I've been feeling that. I suddenly do that faraway look when I'm supposed to finish my pending proposals. I have a very good JOB for a person my age. I'm earning quite well too. But there is still something missing, something not there, something absent- amiss.

Are situations like these reminders to us by our old hopeful, motivated, and fulfilment hungry self? Are they keeping us aware that somehow, somewhere, sometime we dreamed of doing something that makes us are hearts happy? Something that inspires us to go on? Are these said happenings show us that life is too short to spend it on doing something that doenst give you real happiness? When what you are doing does not do a great job of making you eager to go to work every single uneventful and boring day?

Not so long ago, I have craved for a career that will change someones life-a lof of people's lives-no matter how self-righteous and philantrophic I might sound. I long for those not so long ago summers when I wake up everyday with the Sun and head out to do something-to teach kids. That time, even if I do not really consider it work- I was so damn happy!!! The greatness of what I was doing back then keeps me motivated and strongwilled. Sometimes I find myself looking back and reliving those blessed summers in Sapang Palay. The summers when I decided that more than anything else what I really want to do is to change lives no matter how small or big my contribution to that change might be.

Every time I walk in Ayala, The Fort, or in Ortigas, I can't help but wish that I am  walking towards that piece of heaven near the rice fields, on a bright sunny summer day, with the birds singing a melodious syumphony- to teach kids.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Books that are Up for Grabs!!!

Since I have started my whirlwind poem contest I think this is the right time to unveil the book titles that I'll be giving away.

Here they are Bibliophiles:



FASHION BABYLON
by Imogen Edwards-Jones & Anonymous

Individuals who go gaga about Prada, Jimmy Choos, Kenneth Cole and those other imposing and snob sounding names will love this wicked novel.

Book overview

CAUTION: Reading this book will forever change the way you peruse the racks at Bergdorf's or flip through the pages of Vogue.
 Taking the reader through six months in a designer's life, Fashion Babylon follows an anonymous A-list British fashion designer looking to break out across the pond. Structured around three of the annual "must" industry events, this irresistible work of reportage goes inside the well-cut seams of the fashion world, where women are paid tens of thousands of dollars for simply getting dressed and where a wrong skirt length can cost you your career. You'll find out how a collection is put together -- from the objects of inspiration to the catwalk, into the shops and, hopefully, onto the cover of a magazine -- and learn who goes to the shows and where they sit...and whose backside they have to kiss to get there.
Witty, naughty and jam-packed with celebrity gossip, Fashion Babylon decodes the markups and the comedowns, the fabulous extremes and the shoddy shortcuts behind one of the most lucrative and secretive businesses in the world.
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Percy Jackson & The Olympians: The Battle of the Labyrinth
by Rick Riordan

Lovers of the Percy Jackson and Olympians series will surely be lost amidst the books maze. Why not pin for  Percy Jackson and Olympians series fourth installment?

For this book's preview follow the labyrinth.
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The Winner Stands Alone
by Paulo Coelho

If you want to know who are the Superclass, you definitely have to read this book by the great Paulo Coelho.

For this work of art's review walk on the red carpet.



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*Fashion Babylon's book review by Google Books.