Father Time always arrests me
Incarcerating my deepest thoughts, my focus
It always strikes me at my dullest hour
When thoughts aren't continuous
"Procrastination is hard, I guess," said Father Time. But,
Opening the leaves
Perusing this four-sided thing
How lucky the man who stood in my place
Being shared a part of thy expenses
For the bite of the Apple, God gave me more
For there may be anything
substance over form
Monday, July 1, 2013
Saturday, April 13, 2013
Metanoia
While walking into the twilight’s path
I saw the Tree waving its branches
Declaring the anger it holds, its wrath
As if it can tear and reach me in inches
I came by another road
So bright, I cannot see
“Maybe a challenge?” someone called
Suddenly, I tumbled and flee
Thus I found another road
A direction that will lead me to a promise
“Welcome, my child” the night told
This maybe a good way, I premised
But walking through the darkness’s way
A calm whisper called my ears
“Come, my child, go back and sway”
Then, I came back, like it’s for years
Standing again at a forked direction
Helpless in deciding which to take
But whatever come result of my decision
The one, who whispered, may help me for my sake
Sunday, April 7, 2013
Checkboxes
Upon watching Glee, I realized that there are somethings in these life I didn't achieve or yet to achieve. I don't know why I feel this envy thing. I envy them because they do have the chance to expose themselves in the spotlight and have the chance to sing it aloud. I envy them because they did what I haven't, to take a lead to renovate myself and expose what I can do. I failed my inner dream to be a singer.
Let me tell you something, online journal. I sing for the most of my life. At the bathroom and even outside the bathroom. It's like I DON'T care how our neighbors feel about my voice drilling down their eardrums or waking up their sleeping non-energy carrying souls. I care about the thought that our home is like a stage, a place where I am safe to sing. No one will scold at you because of those flats and sharps. No one will have to tell you "Stop singing, you're not good at it". The thought that my family supports me relieves me and makes me continue this journey. This journey of a forked way of not misleading directions, but paths of checkboxes where I don't have to choose one but to have them one at a time until the time comes I have them all, NO REGRETS.
Online journal, my life is very complex. Even when I started going to school, everything was always at chaos. I don't know how to handle my talents (I think the right word). Actually my parents discover my talent for singing when I was still a toddler. I sung Nandito Ako by none other than Ogie Alcasid. And the rest gave me the opportunity to further enhance my talent. I always sing at flag ceremonies, Cabuyao Hymn, where I am always the one to sing that part. I always have that microphone at hand, the sun facing me as if a spotlight (no kidding, our school's stage faces the east and that's 6:30 am). My voice's a little higher then. I always reach the high B. Bravo! Later that 6 year journey, during grade 6, my teacher offered me a chance to join my first inter school competition. I remember my piece is "if we hold on together", which I have on hand a cassette tape on hand originally bought by mother. I was about to take that challenge when suddenly I have to choose whether I will take our classes or I will join it. Coupled with the fear of losing and low confidence in myself, I gave the opportunity to Princess, a 5th grader that time.
From that moment on, my star slightly grow dimmer.
However, the star shone bright again when I was in high school. My teacher in English told me to sing The Journey in front of the class. It was our elementary graduation song and it feels like the odds brought me into this chances again. Later that day, she told me to Audition (with a capital A) for the School's choir. I saw this AGAIN as an opportunity so I grab it. My audition piece was a simple Amen song (since our choir group sings every Saturday for our school's anticipated masses). That simple song must not be thought of as a nothing because it shows off every little note, like a vocalization technique. From a lower to a higher pitch. I even said to myself it would get even better if I sing it with a backup to handle the second voices. However, everything went fine and I became part of the school choir labeled Tenors. That was not the first time I heard of that word.
Every Saturday was a concert for me. I miss my co-choirs. Always. Everytime we sing together and serve God, it feels like I am an angel sent by God from above.
Then high school's over. The singing again is over. With a single winning intra school Campus Duets as champions for the piece If I Ain't Got you with Petit, my co-duet, the ball rolled over again to turn me into an ordinary me again. The lights, again, turned off. When I stepped college, I became a geek again. Actually, I told to myself that if I would not become someone that will never be me someday, I will compensate into studying, studying and studying. For two years, that is my life. Review here and there even tougher during major exams. I missed the FEU Theater Guild and FEU Chorale auditions. I even envy Yza, my classmate, because she did have the guts to audition at the chorale and luckily she became part. But she told me the rehearsals are harder each day. They even pack up as late as 9 pm.
The door, AGAIN, opened up for me. The try-outs for the Talentpool of JPIA became a key for me to expose my singing skills. The General Assembly was the time when I have the chance to sing it aloud. With the piece What Makes you Beautiful/ Call me Maybe Mashup by One Directions and Carly Rae Jepsen, our Talentpool team made an uproar. It was the first time I performed inside the FEU Auditorium, an old-theater-like ambiance which only a little smaller compared to others abroad. The second time I performed was when I joined the Singing competition of IABF. Though I didn't win that contest, It was an experience for me to get better the next time.
I think I'm a Gleek. Downloading the 2nd season because I'm through with the first. I'm trying to relate myself into it. Reflecting the "failure direction" I didn't took. Looking at the path that's webby, dusty and old. Only waiting to be unraveled again by no one but me. My singing career still waiting for me to revisit the thought that after college, I still may have the chance to polish my talent and make known to the world that there has been a miniature part of the Earth named Charles Anson Renz A. Cambaling who moved it and told to hiimself that he did have the guts to take even for the best of both worlds.
-carac I will always believe in the beauty of my dreams
Let me tell you something, online journal. I sing for the most of my life. At the bathroom and even outside the bathroom. It's like I DON'T care how our neighbors feel about my voice drilling down their eardrums or waking up their sleeping non-energy carrying souls. I care about the thought that our home is like a stage, a place where I am safe to sing. No one will scold at you because of those flats and sharps. No one will have to tell you "Stop singing, you're not good at it". The thought that my family supports me relieves me and makes me continue this journey. This journey of a forked way of not misleading directions, but paths of checkboxes where I don't have to choose one but to have them one at a time until the time comes I have them all, NO REGRETS.
Online journal, my life is very complex. Even when I started going to school, everything was always at chaos. I don't know how to handle my talents (I think the right word). Actually my parents discover my talent for singing when I was still a toddler. I sung Nandito Ako by none other than Ogie Alcasid. And the rest gave me the opportunity to further enhance my talent. I always sing at flag ceremonies, Cabuyao Hymn, where I am always the one to sing that part. I always have that microphone at hand, the sun facing me as if a spotlight (no kidding, our school's stage faces the east and that's 6:30 am). My voice's a little higher then. I always reach the high B. Bravo! Later that 6 year journey, during grade 6, my teacher offered me a chance to join my first inter school competition. I remember my piece is "if we hold on together", which I have on hand a cassette tape on hand originally bought by mother. I was about to take that challenge when suddenly I have to choose whether I will take our classes or I will join it. Coupled with the fear of losing and low confidence in myself, I gave the opportunity to Princess, a 5th grader that time.
From that moment on, my star slightly grow dimmer.
However, the star shone bright again when I was in high school. My teacher in English told me to sing The Journey in front of the class. It was our elementary graduation song and it feels like the odds brought me into this chances again. Later that day, she told me to Audition (with a capital A) for the School's choir. I saw this AGAIN as an opportunity so I grab it. My audition piece was a simple Amen song (since our choir group sings every Saturday for our school's anticipated masses). That simple song must not be thought of as a nothing because it shows off every little note, like a vocalization technique. From a lower to a higher pitch. I even said to myself it would get even better if I sing it with a backup to handle the second voices. However, everything went fine and I became part of the school choir labeled Tenors. That was not the first time I heard of that word.
Every Saturday was a concert for me. I miss my co-choirs. Always. Everytime we sing together and serve God, it feels like I am an angel sent by God from above.
Then high school's over. The singing again is over. With a single winning intra school Campus Duets as champions for the piece If I Ain't Got you with Petit, my co-duet, the ball rolled over again to turn me into an ordinary me again. The lights, again, turned off. When I stepped college, I became a geek again. Actually, I told to myself that if I would not become someone that will never be me someday, I will compensate into studying, studying and studying. For two years, that is my life. Review here and there even tougher during major exams. I missed the FEU Theater Guild and FEU Chorale auditions. I even envy Yza, my classmate, because she did have the guts to audition at the chorale and luckily she became part. But she told me the rehearsals are harder each day. They even pack up as late as 9 pm.
The door, AGAIN, opened up for me. The try-outs for the Talentpool of JPIA became a key for me to expose my singing skills. The General Assembly was the time when I have the chance to sing it aloud. With the piece What Makes you Beautiful/ Call me Maybe Mashup by One Directions and Carly Rae Jepsen, our Talentpool team made an uproar. It was the first time I performed inside the FEU Auditorium, an old-theater-like ambiance which only a little smaller compared to others abroad. The second time I performed was when I joined the Singing competition of IABF. Though I didn't win that contest, It was an experience for me to get better the next time.
I think I'm a Gleek. Downloading the 2nd season because I'm through with the first. I'm trying to relate myself into it. Reflecting the "failure direction" I didn't took. Looking at the path that's webby, dusty and old. Only waiting to be unraveled again by no one but me. My singing career still waiting for me to revisit the thought that after college, I still may have the chance to polish my talent and make known to the world that there has been a miniature part of the Earth named Charles Anson Renz A. Cambaling who moved it and told to hiimself that he did have the guts to take even for the best of both worlds.
-carac I will always believe in the beauty of my dreams
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Why?
I realized the catastrophe brought to me by "wool-gathering". To those who don't know about this word, it just simply means you read without understanding because you are thinking of other things other than the one your are doing. IT is nonsense reading in layman terms, but nearly not nonsense in another scholastic way since you are reading what you should.
Nevermind the word plays, the real deal is that many of us sometimes experienced this. Many of us realized the fact that reading is more of a challenge rather than listening. Except you have the courage to get the ball rolling once you have started it.
I've read an article that the average time a person can read on FOCUS is 20 minutes. Pretty short, although for an accountancy student like, I really have to take the guts to read whole day. Imagine the stress it will bring you if you read without understanding.
Stressing it out, I found solutions to this antagonizing skeptics. READING through a good comprehensive READING book helped me a lot to pass through those READING stuff.
RULE #1.
READING requires IMAGINATION.
Surveying through a book is the initial step towards success. Looking at pictures may help but honestly book's authors don't mind this, paying good illustrators to make their books look like fan art usually when things aren't needed at all. Instead of paying illustrators the artistic fee, they mind making their books as thick as the thickest dictionary you may find in your damn school library. Well, I guess , in my humble opinion, IMAGINATION (sparkle, sparkle) will help you absorb the lessons you are about to dive into (more than a pool, huh?). Try thinking of things, like a concept map. Instead of getting into the complexities, why not make a mental image of all the things you are about to review, visualize all concepts by linking it through each possible dots until you make a perfect and artistic mental art, that worth more than a Picasso or Da Vinci masterpiece.
RULE #2
WHY?
To get through a book, A QUESTIONABLE MIND will help you sort out chaotic things. After you imagined the topics, try to formulate questions that will help you understand fully. Like what is always told during your school years," those who asks more are clever" rather than just reading the book and imagining what it's like, try to be questionable, why this? why that. etc. etc.
RULE #3
GET the LENS and THE MIND, focused on the TARGET
You know, reading is not only just about imagining, or questioning what's IN THERE, it requires maintaining you view. Imagine looking through the lens of a camera and suddenly someone pushes you, do you think you can get back to where you are focusing, obviously not. It is not always easy to recover where you have just ended. Your focus is very essential. Even a tiny concept away from your mental map may ruin the whole picture, not unless you have a very good BACKUP and you can get together lost mental images of you topics.
Well, there are things that is outside the scope of this three rules, but all through my studying, they have been become my sine qua non. No more no less, that guarantees me of reading luck and expertise. I always try to perfect this three rules so that all through my life, books will always be just below my dominion.
-credits to reading comprehension guide prentice hall, composition and grammar volume 1 -4
Nevermind the word plays, the real deal is that many of us sometimes experienced this. Many of us realized the fact that reading is more of a challenge rather than listening. Except you have the courage to get the ball rolling once you have started it.
I've read an article that the average time a person can read on FOCUS is 20 minutes. Pretty short, although for an accountancy student like, I really have to take the guts to read whole day. Imagine the stress it will bring you if you read without understanding.
Stressing it out, I found solutions to this antagonizing skeptics. READING through a good comprehensive READING book helped me a lot to pass through those READING stuff.
RULE #1.
READING requires IMAGINATION.
Surveying through a book is the initial step towards success. Looking at pictures may help but honestly book's authors don't mind this, paying good illustrators to make their books look like fan art usually when things aren't needed at all. Instead of paying illustrators the artistic fee, they mind making their books as thick as the thickest dictionary you may find in your damn school library. Well, I guess , in my humble opinion, IMAGINATION (sparkle, sparkle) will help you absorb the lessons you are about to dive into (more than a pool, huh?). Try thinking of things, like a concept map. Instead of getting into the complexities, why not make a mental image of all the things you are about to review, visualize all concepts by linking it through each possible dots until you make a perfect and artistic mental art, that worth more than a Picasso or Da Vinci masterpiece.
RULE #2
WHY?
To get through a book, A QUESTIONABLE MIND will help you sort out chaotic things. After you imagined the topics, try to formulate questions that will help you understand fully. Like what is always told during your school years," those who asks more are clever" rather than just reading the book and imagining what it's like, try to be questionable, why this? why that. etc. etc.
RULE #3
GET the LENS and THE MIND, focused on the TARGET
You know, reading is not only just about imagining, or questioning what's IN THERE, it requires maintaining you view. Imagine looking through the lens of a camera and suddenly someone pushes you, do you think you can get back to where you are focusing, obviously not. It is not always easy to recover where you have just ended. Your focus is very essential. Even a tiny concept away from your mental map may ruin the whole picture, not unless you have a very good BACKUP and you can get together lost mental images of you topics.
Well, there are things that is outside the scope of this three rules, but all through my studying, they have been become my sine qua non. No more no less, that guarantees me of reading luck and expertise. I always try to perfect this three rules so that all through my life, books will always be just below my dominion.
-credits to reading comprehension guide prentice hall, composition and grammar volume 1 -4
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Further.
Sunday morning. Third of December. Mildly cold. Sun rose. Sleepy yet have to go. Prelims approaching. Books calling. Notes yelling. Mobile phone keep on alarming.
Accountancy.
Weekdays don't mean weekdays.
Weekends don't mean weekends.
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Quality Time Management
Recently, I have read an article about time management. It lists some of the tips a student may take in order to maximize their time but honestly this isn't the case. Proper time management isn't about how you spend your time for your homework or studies rather it talks of how quality time is achieved and what are the ways of doing so. Quality time is more of a substantive rather than quantitative aspect. It explains of how a person can get the most out of his time without being sluggish or inefficient. It merely talks of how a person can use his time to the fullest but still maintain his health and vigor is as good as possible. I'd rather talk of QUALITY TIME MANAGEMENT than time management only. Listed here are the eight ways on how to improve such time management and my corresponding comments to them: (Credits to collegelife.about.com)
1. Get and use a calendar--Honestly, I am doing this a lot of time but almost 90% don't work. If you are a determinate and stick-to-the-plan person, then go push. However, most of the students, admit it or not, are not so obedient when they plan things up. Many are into random work completion rather than that of scheduling. On the contrary, About.com stated that one of the tools of time management is using a calendar. Well, I guess it will be proved most useful to office workers and students-on-charge rather than to full-time school students.
2. Write down everything --- If you are not planning to use a planner (huh??), then try jotting down all possible work to do. Writing's counterpart is reminder and that's why it is useful. It will give a sense of urgency to finish things. In my case, sometimes it's hard to review when I'm not informed of what to begin with. The hardest part is that you are in chaos when things more important are put in the last, but it depends on your preference on what to do first or last.
3. Schedule time to relax - - a fatigue mind cannot think at all. Some people say that if you love what you are doing then you are not going to be tired of doing it. On the contrary, how about those who are not in the same situation? Well, I find relaxing a good idea. Why? Simply because relaxing guarantees a more efficient mind. In my case, relaxing gives me a break. It is better when you put relaxing stages in between your work stuff rather than after. But among all reasons, the best is that it creates a sense of urgency. Think about this, when you are working at a specific stuff for the longest hour you can, you will definitely think of other good things rather than finishing it, right? And besides having been through it doesn't guarantee your work is good. Now, the better option is to have fun first then work on it. Simple suggestion yet you will find out why.
4. Keep trying new systems --- why not reform your patterns. Choose the best way to guarantee that your time is being spent well on quality things. In studying, choose the best time you are comfortable and well productive with. Is it when you wake up early in the morning, or is it when you stay up late at night finishing all things. Is it when you are listening to music or is it when you are in a quiet place.
5. Allow for flexibility ---- Think if such system still gives you time to finish. I recommend finishing easy things rather that difficult. Simply because hard things require much time than the easy one.
6. Plan ahead --- nevertheless, planning for all things leads us to,
7. Plan for the unexpected -- - - Contingencies, this things are those you unexpectedly do just because you don't expect for it. For most, this contingencies become a major problem when they strike at a time we're most fully hectic. Allow for time for those stuff.
8. Schedule rewards in. Like what is stated above, however, in a different manner, this talks of giving yourself rewards in case you finish a thing.
That's all, it depends upon your knowing of what quality time means. Discretion still belongs to the person and not to the dictator.
(Credits to About.com)
Sneak Peaks
To HG fans out there, I know that you are seriously waiting for the sequel, but be vigilant. I know November 22, 2013 is almost a year away but that's what makes it exciting, isn't it?
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