{MIND TRAVELS}

{prologue}

Name: Danix
Age: A number
Location: Muntinlupa, Phils.
Hobbies: reading, writing, sleeping, eating, walking, dreaming.
Loves: music, books, poetry, sleep, food, rain, dogs.
Hates: lizards, bad manners, stress, noise, closed-mindedness.
Quotable Quote: Second star to the right... and straight on til morning.

{wishlist}

money
travel to europe
the most complete library in the world
world peace
happy college life

{fellows}

{articulate}

{prequel}

[Sei] "Waste of time" movie

[Cinque] Favorite Film -- Moulin Rouge

[Quattro] Farewell Letter

[Tre] Questions

Hum Hum!

[Due] HOMEwork

The Truth of Slumber

Hello

Tribute

Reader's Digest

{bygone}

June 2006[x] July 2006[x] September 2006[x] October 2006[x] February 2007[x]

{credits}

Afianne
Blogskins.com
Darkwaif
Moargh.de
Funeral Monster
Elizabeth the painter
Juvenile Casualty

Foto Decadent
Imageshack

{ Hum Hum! }

Strange. My results from the "full test" are different. Oh well! I can see I kinda am a Type 6 and a Type 5 Personality :P They were of 'equal' rating.

free enneagram test

free enneagram test

Thanks to Mon and her tita for this XD

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I sent my mom an email with the interview questions. This is because my parents are usually very tired when they get home from work. And well, I have a feeling I'll forget to interview them. Hehe.

So, here's my mom's response to my email :)

Hi Mom, Dad,
This is a homework for my composition class. Can you please answer them and email it back to me? :)

Thank you!

danix

1. What was the funniest thing I did when I was a baby?
2. What was my first word?
3. What was my first food/favorite food?
4. What was the craziest thing you did when you were a student?
5. How did you and dad/mom meet? (if it's too awkward to ask, you're excused)
6. If you could do anything other than what you are doing now, what would it be?
7. Tell me a secret you kept from your parents.
8. Tell me something about you that I still don't know.

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RE: [Italicized are my commentaries, yes ;)]

Dearest Danix:
Sorry I only got my computer back working today. Hope this is not too late for your homework. Why did you not ask me when I came in last night? Anyway, here goes:

1. Funniest thing you did when you were a baby:
You would cry but the moment you heard popular music on the radio, you would stop and start dancing.
[ACTUALLY, there's another (funnier) story... it's embarrassing for me, but I guess it's pretty funny for others. I won't tell you voluntarily though... ;)]

2. First word:
'Da da' referring to Daddy.

3. First favorite food:
Vanilla Ice Cream; Chicken Nuggets from McDo with barbecue sauce.
[I have always been unhealthy, I guess. Haha.]

4. Craziest thing you did as a student :
You sent home your tutor and told her never to come back again (Teacher Grace).
[That tutor never taught me anything good. Instead of doing homework, she would teach me how to weave things using coconut leaves...]

5. Where Dad and Mom met:
In a funeral parlor in Cebu at a wake of a relative and I was asked by your dad how many children I already had.
[I'm sure my dad has a totally different story ;)]

6. What I could be right now:
I would have wanted to be a doctor since I love prescribing medicines to anyone who would care to listen.
[Yes, she always prescribes things! The only thing that stopped her from taking Med was when my lola warned her that it would take very looong to finish.]

7. A secret of mine:
I wrote to my favorite movie actor and asked him to visit the Philippines if he went this way. Turned out to be gay pala.
[Hahahahahaha!!! IDOL!]

8. Something you do not know about me:
When I was four or five, I wanted to be the angel they hoisted down from above for the 'salubong' during the Holy Week. I also am a frustrated ballet dancer.
[And she won a 'Healthy Baby' Award--she was in Seventh Grade...]

There you go.

Mom

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{ The Truth of Slumber }

The Truth of Slumber

i watch them, leaning against leathered red,
breathing slow and eyelids fluttering.
oh what great ones, what great souls,
hidden behind the closed eyes, glassy intellect,
strong will capable of another's death.
hearts beating in precise rhythms
may be black and scorched, stony or soft,
yet what difference does it make,
when the passive state has its way?
the fingers still and the arms heavy,
no guarded expression carves the once perfect
and unwavering.
there is peace that shelters the turbulent mind,
the violent emotion,
all seemingly pacified if for one moment
of restful recline.
unimaginable it is,
the price of consciousness of the secret spectators' bliss,
the pleasure of sighting the absence of defense
in one whose every waking hour is spent on non-recompense.
unimaginable the consequence, the beautiful effect
of facades falling and becoming derelict.
blame the natural cause, blame the uncontrollable instinct,
blame the human defect
oh, blame the notion of rest!
for revealing the ertswhile ill truth
and glorious reality:
all are equal in the grasp of dreams!

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{ Hello }

Since I honestly have nothing to write about, I just decided that maybe I can post a poem.. or something. I'm just scared that this blog will die =S I usually write sad or dark poetry, but I guess I have a couple of (relatively) lighter ones :)

This one is a bit old and strange.

The Philosopher

The child's game of Cops and Robbers
turned to that of Fiends and Lovers.
Hurry, smite me with a stone that will crack my skull,
find in all my rarity that the mind is dull.
I placed a hand over my head,
consenting to be condemned.
Behold the new Parthenon of the modern age,
come worship the gods of fallen days,
I preached and earned no reward,
I spoke the truth that sparked up wars
between the right and the rightful.
Does the naked reality scare you?
Am I a force to be destroyed?
I know truths and I know lies,
why beat the grass for turning dry
when it is the sun all scorched up high?
is it that the heavens are too far?
that you drop down on your knees and strike the ground
that you can reach?
I am a mere puppet for the concepts that entangle me
within their web of fascination and mystery.
Do not hunger for my death, I beg you.
Do not wish to make me bleed unto my hands,
my Fate is not with thee.
A timeless spell in this growing world,
where what is sacred is fast forgotten,
what is ancient is fast ignored,
I bear the knowledge of Life and its heroism,
Life and its inconsistencies,
come bear the weight with me,
strike me down and your freedom will not come,
for all this, all that we live for, all that we fear,
all that we do not know,
is far greater than you and me.

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{ Tribute }

I was looking through my school files (now that sounds geeky.) and I came across this. It's something I had written for trying out for the position of Literary Editor in the yearbook. We were assigned to write about someone. I had chosen to write about a very dear friend of mine. And I thought I should share. I'm very proud of it--not in the way you may think, but I am proud of it because of who it talks about.

Carla Alessandra Ana Garcia Dario. Or better yet, Carlie; as most of her friends call her. It is almost unfair to be given only a few sentences to perfectly capture such a wonderful personality, but I will try my best.

Let me start by saying that having Carlie as a friend, classmate or schoolmate is a grand privilege--it guarantees fun talks, sound advice and constant support. With that unquenchable thirst for adventure and that ever-present smile, who can deny any chance of a relationship with her? Indeed, she's become a friend to us all. Based on my experiences, I will tell you that she is one of those people who will give her all in friendships; she aces all standards of being a "friend" and because of this, I consider myself lucky. Her bubbly personality always manages to make even the most serious or down-trodden crack a smile. Because of this, she has all the reasons to be admired and emulated. I am one of many who wish to learn from her and in some way become Carlie-istic--yes, she deserves her own adjective. As one of the youngest people in the batch, she has displayed maturity and level-headedness that both younger and older students find admirable.

Not only does she excel in relations and friendships, she has also achieved much academically because of her ability to emerge from school hurdles certainly not unscathed, but indeed experienced and more determined than the last. She constantly proves herself to her peers and teachers through her dedication to schoolwork and responsibilities. Her ability to juggle family life, school life and social life is one of her strongest points. She also is also blessed with many enviable talents. She is musically-inclined; having a voice that can make hearts swoon. She is artistically-inclined; usually fond of drawing odd (but cute) characters, making new (and even cuter) names for them--displaying a boundless sense of imagination and creativity. She is athletically-inclined; she has won many awards in fencing competitions, as a result of continuous training and dedication. This shows that she is well-rounded and grounded, indeed an achiever in all aspects.

So much can be said, and so much is left to say about Carlie. She's the one with the bright smile and the kind words. She’s the one who manages to face all that Life throws at her and in the end say, 'Touche.'

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I was so happy when I found out my dad had subscribed to Reader's Digest. I was looking for something to read just a while ago. I had already sniffed out every Time, The Economist and Fortune magazine in the house. Of course, I had the large amount of In Style magazines my sister owned, but I just wasn't in the mood for that.

So, I had gone into the room and found a May 2006 copy of RD. I finished reading it and something hit me: I have missed this publication so much. I remember my lola had given me a subscription to RD and National Geographic. Yet after she had passed away, naturally, the subscriptions ended as well. I went to my dad and asked if he could start subscribing, and he smiled at me and said, "I already did." So I dashed back into the master's bedroom and found that indeed, he had, and there were many copies in the magazine rack--they had been buried and was concealed from sight, given their size. I gathered all of them up and piled them on my bed. I'm so happy. Now I have something to read. The Word Power section is one of my favorites. Reading nice publications such as these makes me dream about becoming a magazine editor or anything that is connected with mass media, concerning specifically printed press.

And that's my little adventure for the day.

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