Out Of Focus.

And I wonder why between details and the display of colors which one to choose, that unseeingly disruptive nature of the lens or the innate ability of the eye to look beyond!?

O N E H U N D R E D W O R D S

O N E H U N D R E D W O R D S

S R D O W D E R D N U H E N O

O N E H U N D R E D W O R D S

S R D O W D E R D N U H E N O

O N E H U N D R E D W O R D S

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Box is 90 characters, 90 words plus this 100th phrase.

What exactly is RIGHT?!?

What exactly is right!??

Ever thought that whatever we do is actually not harmful to anyone else, can we judge from what we believe that whatever actions we do reflects the righteousness of the act and the results done was for the good of everyone and not just some fallacy of the idea made from it.

We do things, ought to be right, each action we become responsible for the results and even then the intention is only to do what is right.

Sometimes though, in order for us to have the right actions for a certain situation, the choice of doing the right thing lies on the idea that what is right should feel right and we think it is the right thing to do. Inevitably, certain circumstances does not pass that criteria, there are times that the dilemma would fall if doing what is right should be harmful and/or the action would result to the benefit of another.

Say, one has to spare the truth for one thinks that doing it is the right thing in order not to harm another—A simple and very trivial situation that we all are quite not-so illicitly guilty of but say on the same premise that the truth be kept as for a benefit then it is right that righteousness lies on what harm shan’t be done to another!?? One has to mean, if a sick person be not told that s/he is dying as not to harm him/her and make them suffer the grief. This is a one sided view of my opinion, I know it is quite crude, unrealistically presumptive of a broad idea yet I can’t help but think that what is right is not exactly as rightful as the idea that it should be presenting.

What is right doesn’t always have to feel right, neither what is right be something that does not only make no harm but also give way to what is good for whatever means nor what is right will not always be on the right situation.

So, I can suffice that being rightful, righteous, and rightfully doing what is right is not exactly an idea but a choice. A decision that ought to be right even the situation does not permit it. There can never be a right result with every decision right or not. 

Still, with this inconclusive decision, it doesn’t have the single most thought that whatever I’ve written here rightfully thought about, maybe I was having the right intention to post a blog, the right means to say the right things in my mind, almost the right idea explained but did I ever have the right results!?? So, you decide was this blog just the right blog entry I made with the all so-called right ideas I have in mind. 

Just exactly what is right, huh!?

Just Because I Love Metaphors

Questions that I ask or asking questions that I simply can’t say right.

If one is to choose between being a planet, a rock or a terrestrial body, should you choose to stay in orbit, in a planned path and whirl away for the entirety over a millennia!??

Or be that curious rock to move out, deviate or bend away and risk hitting another on its path!??

What would you be!??

So as to choose to become the moon who stood all those years, aging in all of the centuries that passed, standing still in its orbit, hit by a million rocks, meteors and extra terrestrial debris from all of the corners of the vacuum space staining it’s once pure atmosphere and what makes of now those dark sides, craters from the smallest to biggest of them all yet amidst the clamor of the oddity that it has it never waivers the beauty that it gives, the awe to those 7 billion spectators or so every night unnerved to what it has gone through all these time.

Or be that one comet, that one special material of pure rock, ice & a bolus of hardened dust, formed from another bigger one who unknowingly chose to be cut off from the rest, leaving away to wander off space, spend its life travelling and when the right time comes be seen in its most grandiose moment, streaking away the endless night with such exquisiteness to admire to those with the time to lay past and look up the sky.

To what extent would you be!??

Say, if there’d be a choice between to be an astronomer whose life revolved in the study of stars, planets and everything beyond that is the universe, to think of what possible beings live farther to the reaches of the naked eye, delving to deeper knowledge in the understanding of what makes the system where our world stands and what more discoveries should be made, explorations started and wisdom gained. All these ideas, thoughts and wonderings clumped in the safe harbor of books, instruments, technology and the wide open corners of a laboratory.

Or be that chosen astronaut, trained and specialized to withstand nature’s elements, gain experience in flight and mechanical expertise to make it to space, be on that vessel that would carry all the knowledge imparted by those astronomers and make sure that it does it’s purpose of travelling and getting valuable information in the vacuum that is the universe.

And so, choose what of the one who think or the one who does!??

These are merely questions, to ask, and do inquiry. 

The Forest Is Where I Hide.

The place I live is filled with moss,

Rocks lined the slow running stream,

And from afar a meadow of fresh grown grass embraces the ground.

Flowers of red, violet and orange hue decorate the pond it slightly hides,

Oh beauty to see this rare wonder to the eyes.

Yet not one has seen the pebbles that welcome visitors of lost,

Not one word was told that such place exist,

Or what lies beneath the darker bush that stands.

This is the place I live, a beautiful one,

Yet all to marvel seems lost...

For a place like this is never known to the world.

There is hidden land inside that green dense of barky trunks,

There is a place not one knows.

That place is where what hides, that place is where I grew up.

ILY In A Name

Many ask me why I won’t.

A question was all I can have them told.

Reality was I never wanted to get hurt.

Keeping my heart, cold as stone.

I wandered off, to only know I’ll be alone.

Leaving memories, longing not too far.

Opting to only become what I thought I’d be good.

Vigilant not to have, not to hold, nor feel.

Emotions never wanted shown, never want to exist.

Yet there came one person, amidst the rest.

Only the one who I never thought would mean best.

Untimely & unexpectedly, it was that same person this poem was made.

Monthsary Song: Stay

A quick post to update this blog, haven’t been here for awhile and I just miss writing whatever random thoughts I have in mind. I have been so busy for some time with all the school stuff going on. But this is not the subject of this hastened chance and the opportunity is quite rare that I have to grab it for me to post something.

I would like to acknowledge this blog entry for this amazing picture, 

http://katemcelweeblog.com/2011/11/18/rhode-island-engagement-session-sam-stephen/

So as to speak, it is our 3^rd month as being together with my partner, Mark. I am just as happy to have met him over some social network 2 years ago, we became good friends then and shared thoughts and experiences I never even have in mind to ever expose myself at him. It was just a simple gesture of friendship and thoughtfulness that bind us both. We met 2 years later in person and I guess it started there. I am just as happy to have him, sometimes I have to digest all the thoughts and all those memories especially how surreal and unlikely we both told ourselves that we’ll never be good enough for each other. How chances are bleak for us. How we protested against ourselves in pure disbelief that we’ll make it like this way. Those lucid times, I prefer to just smile so much, a smile even I never think ever exist inside me. He did change me, somehow… he did.

And so, I just do everything (I never even thought I’d be creative with this stuff especially in relationships) just to show him how much care, concern, love and the very feeling that he is important in my life. Never missed someone like the way I miss him. Never showed how vulnerable I am to anyone like how he sees me. I love my partner, Mark. I really do.

And just one of those things I do for him is make random songs whenever I have the chance, to sing a song that only we understand, melodies that only we can dance to and a hymn that only our hearts can beat together at the same time. I love him. I love my partner. I love you, Mark

Here's the song:

Originally composed: May 1, 2012 11:58am

Stay

By Kevin

Cause I can take it all

For the one I love the most

Speak the words untold

Keep fighting brave and strong.

And baby, I would love to be with you,

Bring the world for just us 2.

Spare the thought that we would fail,

‘Coz baby I just wish you could stay.

Now that you are mine to keep and hold,

Free those doubts that you have swore.

Listen to every beat I make,

‘Coz in my heart you will stay.