Paper Bug

Blogger is a portal for writers to publish their works online and for readers to see what's going on with other people. Through this, writers can express their feelings without making a draft on a piece of paper. With the boom of the blogging industry, blogger is one of the pioneering websites. This can also be a source of income for freelance writers. in reference to: Blogger: Dashboard ( view on Google Sidewiki )

In The Dot and the Line: The Romance in Lower Mathematics, Norton Juster narrates a fictitious yet enthusing story of love between two geometric symbols, the line and the dot. At first, the line courts the dot, but she only had eyes for squiggle, who seems to be wild and unkempt. She and the squiggle are everywhere together, singing, dancing, and having much fun. She often compares both of them, and the squiggle always arrives triumphant. The line begs for chances, but it gives no effect ‘til his worried friends try to cheer him up. They tell him to love someone else; but in his eyes, she’s perfect, and that, she really is the one. And so, he spends his time dreaming of her and imagining himself as someone she is sure to admire. He is really that determined to fight for love.  Soon, he grows tired of self-deception, and inquires the squiggly line of the answers he’s looking for. Result? He always ends up the same way. He continues trying and fails and tries again, discovering later

In Greek mythology, twelve major gods, or Olympians, stand out among the others. But there are those whom we call lesser gods. One of which, is the goddess of grain and harvest, Demeter, daughter of Cronus and Rhea. Her legend centers on her daughter Persephone, who is stolen by Hades and taken to live in the underworld. Being distressed by Persephone’s disappearance, she loses interest in the harvest, and as a result, there is widespread famine. Dismayed at this situation, Zeus, the ruler of the universe, demands that his brother Hades return Persephone to her mother. Hades agrees, but before he releases the girl, he makes her eat some pomegranate seeds that would force her to return to him for four months each year. When Apollo travels on the Earth, he sees Persephone in the underworld. Each year when her daughter returns, Demeter makes the Earth bloom (miracle of spring).  After Persephone’s return to Hades in the fall, winter arrives. Another one is the god of wine, Dionysu

Pearl Sydenstricker Buck became famous throughout the world for her second novel, The Good Earth, which basically tackles about the struggles of a peasant farmer in China, 100 to 200 years ago. The said novel narrates how Wang Lung (the main character) and his family rise from poverty to unimaginable wealth. It has many key morals. However, the most important is that money can’t buy happiness. Wang Lung and his family had a good sense of values. They were down-to-earth kind of people, and loved each other and their land. On the other hand, when a Chinese palace was raided, and Wang Lung stumbles across a large amount of gold, the table starts to turn. It all begins with additions to their room, a three-room house rather. Then he starts buying more land and before long, he owns hundreds of acres of land, has hundreds of servants, and lives in a palace. Soon, the wealth spreads discord among the family members. Wang Lung’s children (now grown-ups) start fighting for money and inheritanc

--> Jonathan Kramer, also known as Jigsaw, is a building engineer and toy designer at Standard Engineering Ltd. He lives a monotonous life out of laziness and contentment. Diagnosed of a fatal frontal lobe cancer, he embarks into a suicidal attempt and later, devotes himself to teaching the importance of life through acts of violence. A scientist, and not an actual serial killer, he initiates survival instincts by concealing his “subjects” into life-and-death situations. Upset of his wife Jill’s miscarriage, his passion to help people change burns up. His main objective is to instill realizations on people regarding life’s worth, by putting them on situations that involve self-mutilation and psychological torture. He exposes his subjects on conditions that enliven the notion of survival. Image Courtesy: Lions Gate Entertainment, Twisted Pictures Jigsaw sets up deadly traps that figuratively mean the flaws in a person’s life. For instance, when Jigsaw seizes the pe

A candle Lit by the matchsticks of ambition. A candle which brightens up the whole quarter, too dark for someone to find a way how to get out, without exhibition of one. Mysteries of the past still remain unsolved. This candle - a speck glowing amidst vengeful solitude. Just a candle, with the luminescence of filthy cravings and of soaring dreams. Seems near, yet a bit far ahead.  I thrived for what I wanted to clasp, through my own weakness. My deprivation - with the will of skepticism for things too hard to explain by practicality, rational thinking & technical illusions.  I longed to par for human intimacy, with acceptance of imperfection, urging for the limits of my existence...  a an existence like that of a lit candle, with the fierce roar for profound truth & deliberate reasoning, and the indisputable quench for experience. I hold one, with the flames of opportunity.  Clumped together with everybody else, this candle burns in seeking my fate; i

Arrested sat I in a forbidden chair By which death portrayed last hour of breath Swayed did I in an entangled, shocking pulse? A memoir of the idle times ago plugged me loose A silhouette of a gorgeous dale, pricked by the moon's ambient light Paraded in my eradicated, terrified mind A chimaera flared me with dark, begotten love And visionary rolls of yesterday winced up Sweet, melancholic love retreated back to me A dreadful illusion when trapped in the jungles of tragic infatuation Mercilessly pushed me to wreck havoc Love with reason, care with no decision at all I placed my heart for the benefit of one But not as expected of what I am to receive The hunch for nothing to wait evaded my instincts And that classical fear molested my views, Of one thing which I call, a depressed facade Wished did I possess the ability to lose memories? As for what an amnesiac’s destiny seems to be And of crying, I commanded myself to charge some cannons and fight with it Just like embarking into p

News all over the world commonly point out the irresistible rise of threats to the international security of the mainland States and its allies. However, the question is that would they be united enough to counter such a terror attack or would they rattle and one-by-one disintegrate due to the name each state carries with her assuming her being part of the whole in the past? In my opinion, I guess not. Each state, now in battle with world terrorism while trying to succumb its role as an active member, will not break away from the region the fact that, just like in building the foundation of a skyscraper, taking out one column would make the whole thing unstable and prone to disaster unless carefully planned by a sophisticated engineer. A state's decision would more likely be inclined to guaranteeing itself and the whole of the States the security she has to maintain being an obligation that could never be disregarded even from the start of its membership, unless she disowns it an

napapagod ako di dahil pinaghihintay mo ako ang masakit lang sa paghihintay sayo wala ka palang planong bumalik dun ako napagod! kalokohan! ikaw kaya paghintayin ko? di ko alam kung bakit kailangan ko pang magpigil na ibuhos ang sama ng loob at ihayag pa sa insektong ito ang galit ko! bakit kailangan ko pang maghintay?! kung wala namang darating... di ko na tuloy alam kung ano'ng gagawin ko... ginawa mo akong tanga! (habang naghihintay ng masasakyang Ikot jeep sa may University Theater) [Paper Bug]

Ohh Ohh Ohhh Oohhh Ohh Ohh Ohhh Yeah (Verse 1) Listen I'd be a liar if I told you That I didn´t see it comin' I'd be more of a liar if I said: Hey, I didn't want it to be something. You deserve much better For the love that you have shared I know u won't believe it But girl I swear (Hook) That I got love for you, Big love for you, Even when I'm trippin', The fact remains that you Will always be my baby, my baby But dig the truth, Baby dig the truth I can't hide my feelings Especially when the whole world can see (Chrous) That my heart Is in two different places: I got you in my life And I wanna do right But it´s hard to let it go When my love has two different faces And I can't break ties 'cause they both look right. Someone tell me What's a man to do When he's loving two. And he don´t wanna lie But he can´t tell the truth What's a man to do When he's loving two. But he can´t keep hi

Di ko aakalain na magagawa ko yung bagay na yun, the fact na di ko talaga alam kung ano ang gagawin because I wasn't able to prepare much for that situation. It was as if minutes were running out every time I hear the fast-paced pounding of the terrified heart; I was, at that moment, in the brink of breaking down. I didn't know what to do. I will be next to speak in front of the class bringing with me just a few of the things I researched online. I actually didn't engage into information hunting regarding the subject. It was time. I had to stand up, and report. I felt my cold hand shaking, but then narealize ko ginagawa ko to para sa Kanya, at nagawa ko na to dati; all I need to do is to connect with the viewers in order to catch their attention and prevent them from inducing that notion, that I have nothing to say about the topic. It's time for impromptu speech. I started talking, and minded on interviewing my fellow classmates kung ano yung masasabi nila tungkol sa

true as it may seem i will always be the imperfect person i used to be and my weakness becomes evident everyday i think my imperfection seems to be of perfect misfortune its imminence makes me think  that i'm not worthy of the happiness some have already attained in this world i'm just  saddened of the fact that whatever i do to please you, i will always be wrong, i will always find your critique suffocating, i guess i have never done something right for you, or anyone let me include myself i must be villainous enough and worse, pitiful i don't have the mask I used to carry with me all day long to hide my sentiments 'cause i know sharing it would lead me nowhere, i wish to aggressively tell someone how "damn you!" you are or maybe "i love you" , this is true  i'm tired of letting silence pass me by so from now on, i'll make myself passible of all the hurt and love i miss myself, the firm, jolly one. The healing struggles, and st

nakakainis ka. masyado mo akong pinahihirapan eh. di ko alam kung bakit kailangan ko pang titigan ka, para malaman mong gusto kita. tapos titingin ka lang, tatawa. ewan ko sayo. nahihirapan na ako. pero gusto kong sabihin sayo, mahal na yata kita? hindi ko alam kung bakit, basta ang alam ko manhid ka lang. napapangiti ako pag kasama kita, gumagaan mga problema ko, kaya kahit mahirap ang gawain, tinutulungan kita, oks lang, masaya naman ako pagkatapos. ulol. nakakainis ka, masyado na ngang halata, ipinamumukha mo pang wala kang nakikita. ang masama pa dito, maya-maya, malalaman ko na lang, masyado palang mataas, para umasang bagay tayo. mahirap kang abutin, napaisip ako. ang gusto mo, yung alams na, ayoko nang banggitin, basta yung may mukhang maihaharap sa pamilya mo. wala ata akong ganun. minus points. lugi ako. pero hahabol ako para sayo. hintayin mong maging katulad niya lang ako. napaka-idealistic mo kasi. oo, di ko lang talaga mameet requirements mo, napapatahimik

Your responses seen by most. Words kept tacked, hindered to prevent destructive overflow. You know there's a limit, Eyes watching, glaring over your every move, Deeds aired by vigilant mouths, All set and done, all known to man, No one unaware of chaos haunting your past. Your spirit stuck inside your weakness, Strength buried in suffocating cement, Overpowered by fear, Treachery comes to spook you often, Still, you try to hide in sarcasm, Perceived as clean trash. Reinvent. [PaperBug]

Sitting amidst the praising crowd, I felt amazed on how these people cherish the life they live. Putting my sight towards a live picture where moving subjects portray the semiotics of an important unit of life, a family, I smiled with my heart overwhelmed. Filipinos always make happy days better. One motion which struck my heart I saw in SM North Edsa - an image of a mother and her son whose stains of poverty seen by everyone did not stop them from achieving simple happiness, substituting any extravagant purchase of commercial drinks. That extraordinary mirth is the same one I saw in the faces of a 3-packed barkada, indulging themselves in baby-pranking. Even with the imminence of misfortune, happiness here was defined without material wealth being attached to its meaning. The daily motions we see in our lives prove that no one can buy someone's happiness. [PaperBug]

I live in a world where every action I do needs revision, cuts and editing. I thought I could stay as long I want, but no I erred, the beginning I thought might just be nearing its end. What typical hospitality I earned, turned upside down and betrayed my trust. Running within my veins is the feeling of loneliness, of desolation. Barren. Cropped out of the big picture. Restricted of the happiness I deserve. I could have grabbed it from my sight. I almost on my way to it. Friendship was all I craved for, but still I was unfortunate enough. I just don't fit in this world everyone's trying to own. [PaperBug]