I want it so badly.

Dreams vs. Goals

I am forgetting, I am neglecting to think hard(er?).

Dreams are different from goals. They may pertain to the same things, but they in themselves are two distinct concepts.

Dreams may or may not be achievable. But when you set goals, they should always be bound in the realm of reality.

Dreams may happen while you are sleeping. You can dream too, while you're awake. But as for goals, they are only achievable in our conscious hours.

Dreams can suddenly become real. You may sometimes not expect them to happen, and they surprise you when they do. But goals are consciously set and attained. Goals require someone to be driven and proactive.

Nobody says that they are dream-oriented. There is something commendable about being goal-oriented. When dreams become real, you have to thank someone/something for making it possible. You do not brag about deserving dreams which turn into reality. But when goals are achieved, you have yourself to thank for, and God for endowing you the capacity to achieve those goals.

Then it hits me, I am dreaming too much.

I know dreams too well. Dreams are built of nimble hopes and expectations, continually wavering.

We are all taught to dream. We are often asked what we dream about. But are they really worth the time? Do dreams not change depending on circumstance?

Rare have good friends talked about goals. For dreams are lofty and make souls wander, thus making them a fancy conversation piece. That's what friends do. They get you to places you have never set foot on.

But goals make the experience of being human, real and tangible. They sometimes are frustrating. They are sometimes victorious.

I can no longer count how many dreams I have let go of. But I can name the goals I achieved.

Dreams are like cascading clouds that dissipate and leave things as they were.

But goals, whether they be met or be failed in reaching, weathers the man and changes him.

Dreams are invisible jackets that warm the soul. But they are not worth anything. Goals turn themselves into something real. Goals are what becomes of the man.

2011 and beyond are built of goals, and less of dreams.

Somewhere in this village, I have full-grown men as neighbors getting themselves drunk so bad and listening to Natasha Beddingfield's soulmate.

Cloud Seeding

Could it be possible that time is relative to size - that the smaller you are, the longer time seems?

Wait, first up, if I were to subscribe to the idea of scientific inquiry, I would not believe that time exists as something observable - only symptoms or associations of it are within the grasp of the human mind. If you refute otherwise, then tell me how time per se, physically manifests itself - has it odor, color, weight, length, size, dimension? Time, for me, rather, is a term which we delegate to link countless isolated events, thereby creating instead, a continuum. Time exists in the universe, but the universe does not exist in time. Time is an abstracted idea, no different from love or integrity, by which we have created a standard to measure.

But anyway, here I go....

This year feels it has passed me by. It feels too soon. I remember when I was younger, the waiting for Christmas tested my patience. Anticipation for it, and the gifts that I would receive, was painful. But here I go now, surprised that Christmas is again, just around the corner...and wond'ring where all the time went.

Is it not confusing how something constant in its lapse, be evaluated differently? Why does time feel shorter as one gets older?

I will stop believing in karma, and begin to believe in forgiveness. Karma is bitter and passive. Forgiveness is benign indifference.

Sheena's Birthday Blowout

With Karen, Tin, Dugie, Bianca, Jane, Joey and Drew.

...and two dozen bottles.

I Wish We Got Lost

You had this intent look on me
And I could read your eyes
As you were trying to figure out
Why I had that stapled smile

I spoke no words
You asked no questions
And instead, you gave me
A curled eye brow concealed with a smile

We just walked on
While both our silence kept
Our minds talking about everything at the same time
But said nothing sure, and nothing in particular

Until we parted ways
The road was long enough
I told you nothing
For I thought it wasn't worth saying

But if it's any worth for you to know
The smile I wore was all because
You holding my hand, and swaying it
Is dancing to the music of the crackling leaves

And if it's any worth for you to know
That autumn, I wished
That more leaves would fall
And the road be longer

But it ends here.


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Okay, so this place is empty. And imaginary ladies and gentlemen, that poem above, is fiction, which I didn't proof-read at all, and which I made up as we go along.

Multiply's so quiet. It used to be flooding here, of posts. :/ I wonder what people can do to revive this.