tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459483312193722290Sun, 29 Jan 2012 02:48:25 +0000★★★Short StoriesPinoyTechnologySensesPhenomenaAnimalsPhotosJutesPop CultureOrganizationsCharactersPoliticsRecreational AreasDavaoVideosEssays★★★★★GamesTravelListFoodPoetryCostumeHistoryWritingEventsFictionAnimationWebsitesHealth★ImagesMusicFilmsStalkingLettersComicsEntertainmentPhotographyStatuesArt★★★★ObjectsBloggingPeopleFood and DrinksJiprenessLiteratureTelevisionSportsBlogrollDanceAcademics★★Current AffairsMediaBooksif it does, All is weehttp://gelatinsilverworld.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (jeff)Blogger252125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459483312193722290.post-399866096529836648Sun, 29 Jan 2012 02:48:00 +00002012-01-29T10:48:25.084+08:00★★★★★Films Source Code Source Code is one unexpected film. I never really liked thriller films because I know I will only expect bombs, cheap thrill score, and virility that, as a gay man, I find revolting.  Let me trace how I end up watching Source Code at four-something in a school morning. I have been downloading movies and whatnot for the days now, any movie I can think of. Then someone http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/GelatinSilverWorld/~3/M9IeTDJ_nkU/source-code.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (jeff)0 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/n8_aggVsvhrz_TW2q5x-jk9tSio/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/n8_aggVsvhrz_TW2q5x-jk9tSio/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/n8_aggVsvhrz_TW2q5x-jk9tSio/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/n8_aggVsvhrz_TW2q5x-jk9tSio/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://gelatinsilverworld.blogspot.com/2012/01/source-code.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459483312193722290.post-1931836379588247626Thu, 26 Jan 2012 18:18:00 +00002012-01-27T02:18:28.008+08:00★★★★★FictionPoetry Of Beloved and Medusa Finished reading the book two nights ago. Had a hard time. The execution is painful, probably in writing, but surely in reading. Also, the subject is clearly painful. *** Hemingway, the editor of Dagmay emailed me that my poem would be published on Sunday, Jan 22. The poem did not appear on the paper, but it is now on the site. Check it out. http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/GelatinSilverWorld/~3/yJKpM9EpsQI/of-beloved-and-medusa.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (jeff)0 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/12KmJ_j_aaDQh2PWagptEUo1b6k/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/12KmJ_j_aaDQh2PWagptEUo1b6k/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/12KmJ_j_aaDQh2PWagptEUo1b6k/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/12KmJ_j_aaDQh2PWagptEUo1b6k/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://gelatinsilverworld.blogspot.com/2012/01/of-beloved-and-medusa.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459483312193722290.post-2040248323023198446Sat, 21 Jan 2012 17:41:00 +00002012-01-22T04:24:36.617+08:00 John Updike, Arthur Rimbaud, Carlos Angeles If you had been my classmate in Fiction 2 in UP Mindanao back in the 2nd Semester of 2007-2008, then you have remembered the thick John Updike book Sir Tim Montes owned and considered his personal bible. Sir Tim has only three favorite authors: they are under the glass on his table in his office as  caricatures: Mavis Gallant, Alice Munro, and http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/GelatinSilverWorld/~3/F-hsDudvtas/john-updike-arthur-rimbaud-carlos.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (jeff)4 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Swj2b38Q232gsgAMQbG3IEGpEYs/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Swj2b38Q232gsgAMQbG3IEGpEYs/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Swj2b38Q232gsgAMQbG3IEGpEYs/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Swj2b38Q232gsgAMQbG3IEGpEYs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://gelatinsilverworld.blogspot.com/2012/01/john-updike-arthur-rimbaud-carlos.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459483312193722290.post-3295783619891458957Wed, 18 Jan 2012 22:19:00 +00002012-01-19T06:21:05.173+08:00Current AffairsWebsitesPop CulturePoliticsMedia █████ █████ █████ ███ ████ █████ █████ █████ ███ ████, ████████████ ██████████ ████, ███ ████ ███████ ████ ███████ █████████ ██ ███████ ██████ █████ ███████ ████ ████████. ██ ████ ████ ██ █████ ██████, ████ ███████ ██████ ██████ ███████████ ████████ ████████ ████ ██ ███████ ██ ██ ███████ █████████. ████ █████ ███ ███ ██████ █████ ██ █████████ ██ █████████ █████ ████ ████████ █████████, ███ █http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/GelatinSilverWorld/~3/lzC11uMkcrI/blog-post.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (jeff)0 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hRy-hxd6Tk8xEZZ90QXkbaI8kpo/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hRy-hxd6Tk8xEZZ90QXkbaI8kpo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hRy-hxd6Tk8xEZZ90QXkbaI8kpo/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hRy-hxd6Tk8xEZZ90QXkbaI8kpo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://gelatinsilverworld.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459483312193722290.post-8708990214491122751Thu, 12 Jan 2012 10:41:00 +00002012-01-12T18:41:07.275+08:00★★★★★★★★★AcademicsFiction★★★ Philippine Literature in English 2 Part 1 Reviewing the more interesting events of last year, my 2011 can be summarized in three topics—thesis, Silliman, and academic life—all I now realize as actually boring and unexciting. In line with that dullness, I might have as well pushed the threshold of boredom. Now, I’ve decided to share the short reviews I did for the readings in CL151 (http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/GelatinSilverWorld/~3/dAnVhXEnDTw/philippine-literature-in-english-2-part.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (jeff)0 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FY6I3hxGHvGtadXADGb_Y_Nqka4/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FY6I3hxGHvGtadXADGb_Y_Nqka4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FY6I3hxGHvGtadXADGb_Y_Nqka4/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FY6I3hxGHvGtadXADGb_Y_Nqka4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://gelatinsilverworld.blogspot.com/2012/01/philippine-literature-in-english-2-part.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459483312193722290.post-5679660896965795309Wed, 11 Jan 2012 04:21:00 +00002012-01-11T12:22:57.942+08:00Music Playlist I am currently organizing my school files for a little project. While I work to see the project finished, here is the contents of my playlist, albums and discography of artists, playing in loop in the background. For Emma, Forever (2008) Ago by Bon Iver  Bon Iver, Bon Iver (2011) by Bon Iver Horn of Plenty (2004) by Grizzly Bear Yellow House (2006) by Grizzly Bear http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/GelatinSilverWorld/~3/9r8RE3a7AWg/playlist.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (jeff)0 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ixHyVdPtY0AZLgfw_EtbTM6mW4Q/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ixHyVdPtY0AZLgfw_EtbTM6mW4Q/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ixHyVdPtY0AZLgfw_EtbTM6mW4Q/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ixHyVdPtY0AZLgfw_EtbTM6mW4Q/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://gelatinsilverworld.blogspot.com/2012/01/playlist.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459483312193722290.post-3019788423568218299Sat, 07 Jan 2012 18:31:00 +00002012-01-08T02:31:36.154+08:00PeopleImages Skeletons It is because of this gem of a photo that the bones rattle once again within the closet (Francisco Lahowski and Rick Genest) And one by one, they stir upward from the cobwebs forming the frame of the man they once inhabited And more than one man, they create an army of the dusty dead marching, smashing floorboards unhinging locks and bolts “Unscrew the locks from the http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/GelatinSilverWorld/~3/An4S9UMw6jo/skeletons.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (jeff)0 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_AGP8i0O5jHQQMD2AxAp9Ym7VIM/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_AGP8i0O5jHQQMD2AxAp9Ym7VIM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_AGP8i0O5jHQQMD2AxAp9Ym7VIM/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_AGP8i0O5jHQQMD2AxAp9Ym7VIM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://gelatinsilverworld.blogspot.com/2012/01/skeletons.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459483312193722290.post-1025482957295997067Wed, 04 Jan 2012 00:12:00 +00002012-01-04T08:12:28.657+08:00Poetry Long Long I Lay in the Sands by Lawrence Ferlinghetti Sounds of trains in the surf in subways of the sea And an even greater undersound of a vast confusion in the universe a rumbling and a roaring as of some enormous creature turning under sea and earth a billion sotto voices murmuring a vast muttering a swelling stuttering in ocean’s speakers world’s voice-box heard with ear to http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/GelatinSilverWorld/~3/fCKgIqxJyPA/long-long-i-lay-in-sands.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (jeff)0 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7FgmMfJmjXLEZ9TuAKWoCeQyGbY/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7FgmMfJmjXLEZ9TuAKWoCeQyGbY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7FgmMfJmjXLEZ9TuAKWoCeQyGbY/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7FgmMfJmjXLEZ9TuAKWoCeQyGbY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://gelatinsilverworld.blogspot.com/2012/01/long-long-i-lay-in-sands.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459483312193722290.post-3675599823945033147Tue, 20 Dec 2011 14:00:00 +00002011-12-26T18:20:27.933+08:00Jipreness The 2011 Yearend Report (This was from the previous year and the year before that, which has now become a yearly thing for me. The original draft of this year’s Yearend Report was looong, but I opted to trim it down. As the late great Edith Tiempo wrote, “To scale all love down/ To a cupped hand’s size.”) MAJOR EVENTS: Thesis of Death! Papi having a stroke Silliman Writers Workshop Gettinghttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/GelatinSilverWorld/~3/G9JA0PcWKlE/2011-yearend-report.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (jeff)6 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1TnVTiY9wS6BLBAeMs4t7cqXSco/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1TnVTiY9wS6BLBAeMs4t7cqXSco/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1TnVTiY9wS6BLBAeMs4t7cqXSco/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1TnVTiY9wS6BLBAeMs4t7cqXSco/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://gelatinsilverworld.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011-yearend-report.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459483312193722290.post-8571421409966260341Fri, 16 Dec 2011 15:06:00 +00002011-12-16T23:07:41.468+08:00Poetry For Lew Welch In A Snowfall by Gary Snyder Snowfall in March: I sit in the white glow reading a thesis About you. Your poems, your life. The author’s my student, He even quotes me. Forty years since we joked in a kitchen in Portland Twenty since you disappeared. All those years and their moments— Crackling bacon, slamming car doors, Poems tried out on friends, Will be one more archive, http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/GelatinSilverWorld/~3/jeGHwDsNTHs/for-lew-welch-in-snowfall.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (jeff)0 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vFO_-9HOHUHUcR0-uEpO33stCV4/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vFO_-9HOHUHUcR0-uEpO33stCV4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vFO_-9HOHUHUcR0-uEpO33stCV4/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vFO_-9HOHUHUcR0-uEpO33stCV4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://gelatinsilverworld.blogspot.com/2011/12/for-lew-welch-in-snowfall.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459483312193722290.post-2156981407402761655Tue, 13 Dec 2011 22:40:00 +00002011-12-14T06:40:38.436+08:00Jipreness. Christmas Wishlist Two weeks before Christmas—I still haven’t posted a Christmas wish list yet. I’ve been doing wish lists since Friendster era; not an item is really given but it is gratifying to let it out, to let the public know that inside of this brown, pasty human there is a needy materialistic being. As David Neher would want to say, “Wish lists are one of the ways of knowing a http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/GelatinSilverWorld/~3/ZcUKruxQgfs/christmat-wishlist.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (jeff)0 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/f8E93wfVg8zydGcWxDL4637F4U8/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/f8E93wfVg8zydGcWxDL4637F4U8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/f8E93wfVg8zydGcWxDL4637F4U8/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/f8E93wfVg8zydGcWxDL4637F4U8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://gelatinsilverworld.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmat-wishlist.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459483312193722290.post-8070662313196438833Mon, 12 Dec 2011 08:38:00 +00002011-12-12T16:38:55.967+08:00Poetry When I heard the Learn’d Astronomer Walt Whitman  When I heard the learn’d astronomer; When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me; When I was shown the charts and the diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them; When I, sitting, heard the astronomer, where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room, How soon, unaccountable, I became tired and sick; Till rising http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/GelatinSilverWorld/~3/V-KkKyXpUZs/when-i-heard-learnd-astronomer.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (jeff)0 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Yp8IM2aBpvO0qZvJ64NiURzt7KQ/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Yp8IM2aBpvO0qZvJ64NiURzt7KQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Yp8IM2aBpvO0qZvJ64NiURzt7KQ/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Yp8IM2aBpvO0qZvJ64NiURzt7KQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://gelatinsilverworld.blogspot.com/2011/12/when-i-heard-learnd-astronomer.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459483312193722290.post-6138529106483921536Tue, 06 Dec 2011 11:56:00 +00002011-12-12T16:39:15.585+08:00Poetry Childhood  by Maura Stanton I used to lie on my back, imagining A reverse house on the ceiling of my house Where I could walk around in empty rooms all by myself. There was no furniture Up there, only a glass globe in the floor, And knee-high barriers at every door. The low silled windows opened on blue air. Nothing hung in the closet; even the kitchen Seemed immaculate, a place for thought. http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/GelatinSilverWorld/~3/9yBZuYrGX_c/childhood.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (jeff)0 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wyTjpgSTG4sPf-ecxZFtlHX1lzI/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wyTjpgSTG4sPf-ecxZFtlHX1lzI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wyTjpgSTG4sPf-ecxZFtlHX1lzI/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wyTjpgSTG4sPf-ecxZFtlHX1lzI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://gelatinsilverworld.blogspot.com/2011/12/childhood.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459483312193722290.post-4249767861852343755Thu, 24 Nov 2011 13:21:00 +00002011-12-12T16:39:15.580+08:00Poetry A Rainy Morning by Ted Kooser A young woman in a wheelchair, wearing a black nylon poncho spattered with rain, is pushing herself through the morning. You have seen how pianists sometimes bend forward to strike the keys, then lift their hands, draw back to rest, then lean again to strike just as the chord fades. Such is the way this woman strikes at the wheels, then lifts her long white http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/GelatinSilverWorld/~3/8dtjL-6Yby0/rainy-morning.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (jeff)0 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eYcKsSpx9lNZlvgucC17QGAqNvI/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eYcKsSpx9lNZlvgucC17QGAqNvI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eYcKsSpx9lNZlvgucC17QGAqNvI/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eYcKsSpx9lNZlvgucC17QGAqNvI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://gelatinsilverworld.blogspot.com/2011/11/rainy-morning.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459483312193722290.post-4389649916195812120Mon, 14 Nov 2011 06:14:00 +00002011-11-14T14:29:00.913+08:00JiprenessLiterature Reminders During the last semester, I took up the habit of listing down the necessary reminders I should keep. I had never considered cataloguing reminders before for it sounds like becoming one of those books entitled “One Gadzillion Things My Son Should Learn About....” The list I created is short and is addressed to no one; its primary purpose is but to me. Also, I need to post the listhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/GelatinSilverWorld/~3/VEWU3dJNMUo/reminders.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (jeff)0 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lclPvtYxyRYz9r_ra8D1ffl0N_A/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lclPvtYxyRYz9r_ra8D1ffl0N_A/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lclPvtYxyRYz9r_ra8D1ffl0N_A/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lclPvtYxyRYz9r_ra8D1ffl0N_A/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://gelatinsilverworld.blogspot.com/2011/11/reminders.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459483312193722290.post-769855820150058877Sat, 12 Nov 2011 08:00:00 +00002011-11-14T14:04:13.934+08:00Poetry The Kama Sutra of Kindness: Position Number 3 by Mary Mackey It's easy to love through a cold spring when the poles of the willows turn green pollen falls like a yellow curtain and the scent of Paper Whites clots the air but to love for a lifetime takes talent you have to mix yourself with the strange beauty of someone else wake each morning for 72,000 mornings in a row so breathed and http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/GelatinSilverWorld/~3/KYTLgdxR3nY/kama-sutra-of-kindness-position-number.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (jeff)0 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7rQWC2Ph6c77cX9IvTtDlWsnogU/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7rQWC2Ph6c77cX9IvTtDlWsnogU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7rQWC2Ph6c77cX9IvTtDlWsnogU/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7rQWC2Ph6c77cX9IvTtDlWsnogU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://gelatinsilverworld.blogspot.com/2011/11/kama-sutra-of-kindness-position-number.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459483312193722290.post-4550808412719132889Tue, 01 Nov 2011 06:12:00 +00002011-11-14T14:04:13.929+08:00Poetry I Wanted To Draw A Picture Of My Son by Greg Kosmicki sleeping on the floor on his pillow but he is so beautiful I can’t do it maybe if he were ugly I could a few warts here and there would make it easier but he is so perfect his hair his skin and the turn of his nose his perfect ear showing under his new semi-perfect haircut the barber doesn’t get an A he did pretty good with his http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/GelatinSilverWorld/~3/pw3lHFYz02I/i-wanted-to-draw-picture-of-my-son.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (jeff)0 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0RLnYnNBoSt5aGPZDV_BHGzovt0/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0RLnYnNBoSt5aGPZDV_BHGzovt0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0RLnYnNBoSt5aGPZDV_BHGzovt0/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0RLnYnNBoSt5aGPZDV_BHGzovt0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://gelatinsilverworld.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-wanted-to-draw-picture-of-my-son.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459483312193722290.post-6621780045858573856Fri, 14 Oct 2011 08:16:00 +00002011-11-14T14:04:26.813+08:00Poetry Spaces by Arkaye Kierulf 1. In this room I was born. And I knew I was in the wrong place: the world. I knew pain was to come. I knew it by the persistence of the blade that cut me out. I knew it as every baby born to the world knows it: I came here to die. 2. Somewhere a beautiful woman in a story I do not understand is crying. If I strain hard enough I will hear a song in the http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/GelatinSilverWorld/~3/HNYUHQ_e_6k/spaces-by-arkaye-kierulf.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (jeff)0 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/P9E9rXcv4l8i7NBY2582MLt7QXM/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/P9E9rXcv4l8i7NBY2582MLt7QXM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/P9E9rXcv4l8i7NBY2582MLt7QXM/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/P9E9rXcv4l8i7NBY2582MLt7QXM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://gelatinsilverworld.blogspot.com/2011/10/spaces-by-arkaye-kierulf.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459483312193722290.post-2073296790702188899Mon, 10 Oct 2011 04:42:00 +00002011-11-14T14:05:28.718+08:00MusicPhotos How Sadness Works A practice in post: a random image and a major LSS: look how attractive the two go together. Dagdagan lang ng pa-deep title, yan, at may blog post na ako. Hahaha. :D Never mind I'll find someone like youI wish nothing but the best for you Ang arte lang ni Ate Adele. (Image and music not mine.)http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/GelatinSilverWorld/~3/vPUCl08eisI/how-sadness-works.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (jeff)0 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/A8aB8ZAIokyQvduUCySB0KlnTSI/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/A8aB8ZAIokyQvduUCySB0KlnTSI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/A8aB8ZAIokyQvduUCySB0KlnTSI/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/A8aB8ZAIokyQvduUCySB0KlnTSI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://gelatinsilverworld.blogspot.com/2011/10/how-sadness-works.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459483312193722290.post-5976270679474274911Fri, 07 Oct 2011 05:55:00 +00002011-11-14T14:04:42.498+08:00WritingAcademics Japanese Diaries NOTE: There is nothing educational, academic or special about the contents of this paper. What is interesting is that this is the work that caused me to earn my first 1.00 from Ricardo de Ungria. 1.00 or Uno is the highest grade you can get from University of the Philippines, while 5.00 or Singko is the lowest. I wrote this paper, like any other paper that I wrote, in a cram.http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/GelatinSilverWorld/~3/xGoTRsK1Q7Q/japanese-diaries.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (jeff)0 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_NmAoXsROfwda3ykBXJc77GlVWM/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_NmAoXsROfwda3ykBXJc77GlVWM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_NmAoXsROfwda3ykBXJc77GlVWM/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_NmAoXsROfwda3ykBXJc77GlVWM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://gelatinsilverworld.blogspot.com/2011/10/japanese-diaries.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459483312193722290.post-1133666676265428557Wed, 28 Sep 2011 03:06:00 +00002011-09-28T11:20:15.558+08:00BlogrollLetters AN OPEN LETTER TO MY FUTURE BOYFRIEND This is by my friend Roselle. AN OPEN LETTER TO MY FUTURE BOYFRIEND Before everything gets really crazy between us, please: scratch my back when I tug your sleeves don’t talk about your exes and your exes’ exes  give me a plant which I can water everyday and don’t get angry when it dies watch the movies I tell you to watch listen to me, or pretend http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/GelatinSilverWorld/~3/mh0Ky6EZV54/open-letter-to-my-future-boyfriend.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (jeff)0 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/a4mgvMtszu_MfV3FBJyy3Ofmqug/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/a4mgvMtszu_MfV3FBJyy3Ofmqug/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/a4mgvMtszu_MfV3FBJyy3Ofmqug/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/a4mgvMtszu_MfV3FBJyy3Ofmqug/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://gelatinsilverworld.blogspot.com/2011/09/open-letter-to-my-future-boyfriend.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459483312193722290.post-607730098481981350Wed, 31 Aug 2011 06:08:00 +00002011-08-31T14:17:36.803+08:00PeopleLiteraturePoetry “GURU PUJA: THE OFFERING” I had been circulating the news of Mom Edith’s passing long after everyone knew the detail of how it happened in the afternoon of August 21, 2011. Her old and frail heart couldn’t handle it anymore, so she folded and flew. A small part of sending the news was about me half-bragging of how I got the honor of meeting her the previous summer. The bigger part was http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/GelatinSilverWorld/~3/8BvK49kj0dM/guru-puja-offering.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (jeff)1 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/duPmIiMOO9MmpzAyQjKrpVrx--Q/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/duPmIiMOO9MmpzAyQjKrpVrx--Q/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/duPmIiMOO9MmpzAyQjKrpVrx--Q/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/duPmIiMOO9MmpzAyQjKrpVrx--Q/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://gelatinsilverworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/guru-puja-offering.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459483312193722290.post-2577456121230669792Fri, 12 Aug 2011 04:02:00 +00002011-08-12T12:02:54.917+08:00Writing. Terror I am taking Asian Literature under Sir Ricky this semester. So far, Lu Chi’s Wen Fu or The Art of Writing is the most beautiful reading. Not because of formalist criteria but because it talks about the writing experience. Relateability weighs heavier than other theories. Here’s a part that I really like: I always fear that my work is earthenware, dust-muffled and jarring, coarsely http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/GelatinSilverWorld/~3/0Azo1xaW_ew/terror.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (jeff)2 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Hi5UIUZgvxnorZnNzXiGO0Or9YQ/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Hi5UIUZgvxnorZnNzXiGO0Or9YQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Hi5UIUZgvxnorZnNzXiGO0Or9YQ/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Hi5UIUZgvxnorZnNzXiGO0Or9YQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://gelatinsilverworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/terror.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459483312193722290.post-679318899343134181Fri, 22 Jul 2011 22:52:00 +00002011-07-23T06:55:05.402+08:00ListLiteratureBest of Fives: Harry Potter Part 1 parang Deathly Hallows lang: in parts. Hemingway, these are the lists of my top five favorite random things from the Harry Potter book series. And yes, because I am a fan. 5 FAVORITE CREATURES Pigwidgeon. because he is stupid and cute Buckbeak. because he is feral, regal and badass Threstals. because they are invisible, docile and badass Dementors. ah. http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/GelatinSilverWorld/~3/3astNwNoQ2U/best-of-fives-harry-potter-part-1.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (jeff)0 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9eNKrnGJEjqqA0WxgGUDcLiNpIg/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9eNKrnGJEjqqA0WxgGUDcLiNpIg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9eNKrnGJEjqqA0WxgGUDcLiNpIg/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9eNKrnGJEjqqA0WxgGUDcLiNpIg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://gelatinsilverworld.blogspot.com/2011/07/best-of-fives-harry-potter-part-1.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459483312193722290.post-5137821563519652972Fri, 22 Jul 2011 01:49:00 +00002011-07-23T06:27:35.495+08:00★★★★★BooksLiterature. Stones from the River TITLE: Stones from the River AUTHOR: Ursula Hegi DATE PUBLISHED: 1994 SETTING: Burgdorf, Germany, 1915—1952 Amazingly, throughout the book, whenever the name of the town appeared in the narrative, I only glanced at it and did not dwell on it long enough for its letters to settle in proper order. Much more, I cannot even pronounce it. It is only in writing this post http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/GelatinSilverWorld/~3/OsTASr_i3LI/stones-from-river.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (jeff)0 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/N12Q6RbnJuovaG3rExj-_z290yo/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/N12Q6RbnJuovaG3rExj-_z290yo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/N12Q6RbnJuovaG3rExj-_z290yo/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/N12Q6RbnJuovaG3rExj-_z290yo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>http://gelatinsilverworld.blogspot.com/2011/07/stones-from-river.html