Tuesday, March 30, 2010

my love.

This chunk of brass
sound that resonates from within
cold and unfeeling it starts off
staring at me with such ferocity in its eyes
till we sit down
and have some time together
and over time we get to understand
each other
and over time we get to appreciate
one another

But. when you go, you leave a void within me
and yet it's good to be back with you
though i wonder for how long.

my love.

i've lost my muse

has anybody seen my muse
it's missing, so i deduce
it vanished over time
without no reason, without no rhyme

Wednesday, March 03, 2010

Short Story Part 1

Smoothing his coat, he strode into the concert hall, exuding elegance and poise. To the public eye, he appeared well-mannered and full of grace. Those in his inner circle, only on condition of anonymity, speak of his haughtiness and narcissistic pride.

With a swift nod to the usher, he made his way to his seat, sat down and observed those seated near him. While he appeared calm and composed, his mind reeled at the total lack of adhering to dress codes for art performances.

"These young kids in their shirts and berms and flip-flops! Do they think they're going to the beach?", he scorned inwardly. "And that male in his early twenties seated in the corner! Surely it doesn't take a lot of effort to style his hair or at the very least comb it to a certain degree. And that girl seated three seats on the left! That plunging neckline coupled with that skirt way above the knee. Was that what she wore a couple of years back, or perhaps a hand-me-down!", he muttered to himself.

"Such a disgrace to society and utterly disrespectful to the artistes. Don't they know how to dress better? Perhaps the arts management should educate the youths on the social etiquette. After all," he thought to himself, "it was only through his donation of a million dollars that this concert hall still remained standing!"

The bell chimed thrice, the lights dimmed, and the audience quickly settled down; loud chatter dwindling to hushed whispers and then to pure blissful silence save for the occasional stifled cough or clearing of the throat.

Tuesday, March 02, 2010

Digital Notepad / Graphics Tablet

You're diligently jotting down notes for your math class using your tablet / laptop / ipad when the teacher draws out a sphere on the whiteboard. Oh no! Panic! Quick! Start up Photoshop to draw it out. Or maybe I should just use custom shape in Microsoft Word. Or maybe just use Paint. Oh no! The teacher erased the object and all surrounding formulas already!

With the Cyberpad by Adesso, you don't need to worry about that anymore. It's a digital notepad and graphics tablet, and handwritten notes or diagrams can be synced to your computer.

So, those cartoons you drew out of boredom in class can be quickly uploaded to your blog in the blink of an eye instead of the usual scan-and-upload method.

It'll cost you around $200. Deduct the time shaved from scanning and uploading or those frenzied moments, and it becomes priceless!


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