A One Quick Whim of Thought: Weather’s Disorder

What’s with the weather now? Temperature is supposed to be not frigid as ice. The year is approaching the summer season and air should be with warmth  but here am I and as you tilt your head around most people are thick with garments – triple wrap with jacket, blanket and scarf as if winter season did not came to pass.

I’m wondering now when would hot summer takes place. Would it be December of this year, which should be winter? People are confuse. Government is confuse. And, even the weather is ridiculously confuse. Almost nothing remains in order now. Summer becomes winter. Winter becomes summer. Is it God’s direction to nature? Or man’s manipulation that’s utterly leads to confusion?

They said with proof that Haiyan was conjured by an apparatus that manipulated the wind elements that almost erased a previously affluent piece of urban land, now a desolate ghost town. Who made it? Man made it in their pursuit of owning even the climate and eventually cast it as a weapon of mass annihilation.

I now realized that the game I’ve enjoyed in my youth was a preview of what would it be in the future from that day. It’s a game that you are a general. You are the chief – in command. You command tanks, deploy troops, build war factory, barracks, research lab and intelligence infrastructure to attack another empire or country and defend your own. And the most horrifying thing of all is you could give orders to fire a super weapon to vanquish mass of your enemy. Whether it is nuclear firepower, ion cannon and even thunderstorm and lightning. Thunderstorm and lightning? A super weapon? How it becomes an artillery against an adversary when it’s nature in command for it?

Base on my petty belief nobody could anticipate when it will strike and where it will hit. But now… it will be maneuvered to charge and kill.


Morning Dew

Sun beacons again

Illuminate darkness

Activate things in hibernation

Energizes discharges

Push creature back to work

This is what morning introduces us

If there’s no rain these many days

Dew is an alternate

It moist the ground

It quench the thirst

It rejuvenates aura

It perks up spirit

World with life harbouring on it

Is like mechanism with gears.

One gear move together with other gear

When one cease, others desist

Things, beings and every earthlings in trouble

The Almighty shadows

The Almighty empowers

The Almighty replenishes

The Almighty creates

The Almighty is Jesus

The Almighty, a friend to lean on.

When your heart is sere

Your gear is broken

No more chi to expose with

He may be a Jew

Yet, He is everybody’s dew

Zero to Hero – It’s Never Too Late to Start!

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One-third of the way into January, Zero to Hero participants have already published multiple posts, customized their themes, made connections with other bloggers, and started racking up likes, comments, and followers — and we couldn’t be more excited.

If you’ve just joined WordPress.com or just learned about Zero to Hero, it’s never too late to get started!

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Why I’m Here In Blogosphere?

I’m a guy who’s just beginning to embrace art as another person of my ordinary me. I’m already fond of playing music with my guitar in any genre that sounds not irritating to my ears. Along with it, I wanted to find myself in literary arts and becomes one who writes life events, food review and shares my own insights in life I’m with. I studied the field of hospitality industry that involves hotel operation, customer services, tourism and a bit of culinary arts. I’m now working as a dental insurance consultant who answers inquiry from a client located on the other part of the earth. Yet, I’m still looking for opportunity to study another field at school, whether it be business or arts.

I wanted to hone my blogability for me to make the chemical reaction on my brain – known as idea – to materialize in text. Of course I know that I could just write it on a journal as a diary instead of blogging it. But its more fun that people can put their opinion on it, notwithstanding, the location they are at. A little spur of thought of becoming a writer might grow into passion through blogging.

I consider the world of sumptuous cuisine to become my niche of writing while eating every fibers of it. I would love to give feedback on how it was prepared, where it was originated, who cook it and what ingredients it is compose with.

I would also blog about my everyday blog events, ordinary phenomenon happening within my circumference whether common, tragic and hilarious events. My other consideration for blogging would be insights on some serious matters as well.

I’m calling out food enthusiasts who have a discontented appetite and crave for unusual food trips to share their experiences and let us tastes it.

If this becomes my passion, i would look forward to contribute my own voice in writing to any websites and magazines.

Working Graveyard

Sun where are you?

You’re supposed to light us

When we’re active for a living

Is it your fault?

Or we just chose this to?

We are below the bright light

That replaces you

But nutritious heat from you is missing.

Our skin is dry as cold desert

Moist clogs beneath our skin.

Stagnant like ice which makes me shiver

Am I in the artic? Antarctic?

North Pole? South Pole?

I need energy from your heat now.

Not later. I’m working now.

I would hibernate later.

Pen it or Type It.

Scribble whatever your mind is telling you. Mind can tell stories which has never been told yet. It could choose to see what others fail or just refuse to see.

It could make you a geek philosopher whose eyes extract wisdom even from a morning star in your eyes to a yellow submarine in a septic ditch.

It could summon creatures which never existed in any ages ago. It could customized a species in your own preference like giant ants with human head; a lady who cries with tears of ketchup;  a man with a head of a rice cooker – creatures of fancy or hilarity.

It could trigger your emotion as if there were strings attached, either you laugh or you cry

It could hum new set of melodies which nobody have sung yet.

It can contrive stuff with human-like intelligence even from scraps of plastic and metal.

Bottomless inks for limitless thought that springs.