Thursday, June 26, 2014

withered time

By: Precious Anne Palaganas
Why do I always wonder?
Yet I am still here
Always feeling the same
Over and over again

No right to complain
Because I am so plain
Still feeling so lame
Like I am full of shame

Not used to doing nothing
Maybe I am just not doing
Feel so wrong
In this place and this toil

Felt like I'm losing
Something or my time
I know I should be somewhere
For sure, not here.

Don't know what to do
Feel so burdened for nothing
Like there's some task
But really just wind

It keeps on blowing in my face
Like slapping me left and right
Saying, "Hey, what are you doing?"
Telling me something!

I felt like I'm wasting my time
Doing something I don't love
Staying is like dying
And I want to leave and live now. 

new leap

Eyes, nose, lips by Taeyang  -- > this song keeps on playing on my playlist and I just found out that it has 2 awesome covers from the same artist agency. I guess YG Entertainment is really one of the best entertainment agency in Korea with very talented artists! (oops, I'm biased! I know!! :p)



credits to: Akdong Musician (AKMU)'s official YT account

and my favorite!!!! Tablo's cover x Taeyang... It is said from that it was the rapper, Tablo who re-written the lyrics and his Epik High groupmate DJ Tukutz did the remix.



credits to:

Tuesday, June 10, 2014


I would like to share one of my favorite poems -- 


I remember the bed just floating there.
Apart, apart, apart, apart.
My mother taught me this trick
If you repeat something over and over again it loses its meaning
For example:
Homework, homework, homework, homework, homework, homework, homework, homework, homework
See, nothing
Our existence, she said, is the same way.
You watch the sun set too often, it just becomes 6 PM
You make the same mistake over and over; you’ll stop calling it a mistake
If you just
wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up,
one day you’ll forget why
Nothing is forever, she said
My parents left each other when I was 7 years old
Before their last argument they sent me off to the neighbor’s house,
like some astronaut jettisoned from the shuttle.
When I came back there was no gravity in our home, beds floating
I imagined it as an accident, that when I left
They whispered to each other “I love you” so many times over
that they forgot what it meant
Family, family, family, family, family, family
My mother taught me this trick
If you repeat something over and over again it loses its meaning
This became my favorite game
It made the sting of words evaporate.
Separation, separation, separation;
see, nothing
Apart, apart, apart;
see, nothing
I am an injured handyman now
I work with words all day
Shut up, I know the irony!
When I was young, I was taught that the trick to dominating language
was breaking it down
Convincing it that it was worthless
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you;
See, nothing
Soon after my parents’ divorce, I developed a stutter
Fate is a cruel and efficient tutor
There is no escape in stutter
You feel the meaning of every word drag itself up your throat
Stutter is a cage made of mirrors
Every “Are you ok?”
Every “What’d you say?”
Every “Come on kid, spit it out”
Is a glaring reflection you cannot escape
Every terrible moment skips upon its own announcement
Over and over until it just hangs there,
floating in the middle of the room
Mom, Dad,
I am not wasteful with my words anymore.
Even now after hundreds of hours of practicing away my stutter,
I still feel the claw of meaning in the bottom of my throat.
I have heard that even in space;
You can hear the scratching of a
I-I-I-I love you.

"Repetition" by Phil Kaye

credits to: Button Poetry