Monday, February 23, 2009

Long Forgotten Password



Did i have that interview at a local TV station. Yes I did despite this blog almost forgotten. I got problem how to log in, my acount must have been expired.




Now i am ready to blog again. Successfully retrieved.


Prepare for more laid back (not anymore I am a part time instructor now and it feels like it is (really it is) a full time job. Though I miss my college life but i can't afford the "getting older" lifestyle.


but still i dont miss the chance to bond with younger kids. The alternative is still my home. (Alternative is a student publication here in my institution, where I learned more than half of what i am today, it is the place where arts discovered me (or i discovered arts).


When i was young, growing up in the mountains, and never saw a city, my population is with bugs and weird insects. And the weird i am as a kid i hide from playmates and find my niche under the roots that embrace my imaginations. Rhinoceros beetles (as i discover its name in a book later in library life) from midnight catch were my friends. Each of them i gave names and by smell can identify their moods. Well i discovered sex through them when i included the female specie in their box. Male beetles would stag and wrestle each other and the champ get the chance to fuck the female. The penis looks like a "watusi".


more than 10 years after i discovered that that scene is possible with the help of beer.


Going back, and i want to refer to people who live in the city. Have you encountered a giant praying montis? or a giant walking stick? or a giant grass hopper?


praying mantis actually can devour each other. the first nature murder i witnessed was when my giant praying montis ate the head of another mantis. a giant walking stick flipped in a book, i attempted to free the thing, only to be eaten by a hen i really hate. That hen got its feather look like bullets in fur and i didnt like its unique appearance. A grasshopper so lengthy its feet outsize my arms.


I have been admiring the soldier beetle, until now if i see one, i feel like an excited little boy. We went down a cliff where usually people living in the mountainside throw their trash (I thought back then that throwing trash in the mountain is ok because it attracts my favorite bug). banana peelings usually are full of soldier beetle. so we retrieve all banana peeling from the dumpsite and got our parents scolding at us.


At night we enter our room to sleep. I would sneak out of my room and go outside for a cold and peaceful moth view near a lamp post.

Sunday, October 28, 2007

a Night with Johnnie Walker


destiny seals prying tonight
This is the night of Johnnie Walker.
messily confesses the
liberation of warmth and union of frost.
sensing the consciousness
from faint to the strong
or from the strong to the fading
black labeled turned tornado
floating around the head with flying carpet pads
with slapping sounds
sometimes high
and sometimes low
Arms were beaded
Hands were feathered
And fingers tangled web
scaring off fear itself
away from being innocent
protrudes and bulges are
cumulous passion
and never will it fall
but floats around the soul’s corners
yield at the fragileness
of the faceless bottle
control the rhythm
of the liquor taking the fall
sway the trip lopsided
and create a beautiful nature
where earthquake is a friend
towards unwind
with the perfection dripping,
squirting faucet

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

gods amongst

Toric Minak. This I used as a pen name for some of my poems. Almost three years ago, my poems talk about compassion, honesty, and nature. For that as a computer major, I have to use another nameToric Minak. Toric is from my name Hector. Minak is from Minak Creek.


Almost 100 years ago, like a volcano’s mouth shut up by gods, lays a salivating creek in between cracks of nature. Minak Creek stays so stable until Americans found out that the creek is the perfect place to build a park. So it came to pass 100 years of mindful and mindless, some harmful, some egocentric, and some fanatic ideas put the creek into a cup. The cup filled with murky and brownish milo where artificial swans swim to and fro. Swans or swamp, whatever whichever you want to call it, some are flags, wooden flags –floating. Spirit-free people rowing.

Thanks to the genuine brilliance of Burnham x. god of the artificial.

Who would have thought that the “used to be salivating crack of nature” can turn into a man-made lake. The time when man overpowered the gods. They became gods of their ego.


Melvin Jones is one of the new god.
god of mud

The emerging god named mentos-fishball
god of lights







he decided to give light to those who want to have celphone loads and eat fishballs. But he can also decide not to give light for those who want to consume flesh. The RoseGarden is a perfect spot. A rose that blooms a lot.



Today there are lots of snakes with various length and size roaming the haven of the gods. Like hundred years ago, they are still within the definition of wilderness but with different concept –that is, according to a friend.



Tuesday, October 9, 2007

oh man-ey!



Some people don't like money

or some people like money

because some person money

rent other poor person

because they have many money

but some person borrow to rich person

so kill poor person

-from a student when i asked him to write about money

Wednesday, October 3, 2007

decide

which
choice
no choice is a choice
decide?
undecided...
decide
leave something
stay...
still decided

Tuesday, October 2, 2007

a conversation with an activist

activist: bro sali ka naman sa seminar this saturday and sunday o...
twowato: what is the topic?
activist: about global warming and political crisis.
twowato: hmmm.. (thinking) i like the global warming seminar but not the political crisis.
activist: puwede din namang sa global warming ka lang umattend.
twowato: ok tignan ko ang schedule ko. magkano ba? libre...
activist: hindi tol e..
twowato: magkano?
activist: 1,000.00 pesos.
twowato: what, amahal pare.
activist: puwede naman nating BAWASAN.
twowato: ...

Monday, September 3, 2007

Mushroom



Pizza, downhill, half, soft, umbrella, smooth, circumcise, alien, black, thunder, mine, grudge, plate, ettiquette, class, name, head, cheese, roots, soup, sudden, grenade, flat, biology, cold, grass, mold, elbow, skin, behead, part, mongolia, two, spoon, rice, wine, earth, soil, mass, you.