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Name: Faiyazudin
Location: Manila, Philippines
Birthday: 3/15/1988
Gender: Male
Interests: -Anime
-Music
-Comics
-Toys
-Eating
-Spending money(I'm addicted to this)
-Writing
-Traveling
Expertise: -Being clumsy
-Sleeping
-Being "torpe"
Occupation: Student
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Member Since:
3/26/2005
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| The night is loney Small electric buzz from my air Confusion, a spelling check My eyes feel like swelling Dropping off and leaving whatever footprints they can make Jack Kerouac called it a pure thought Must have pure thoughts Must have pure thoughts Stop. | | |
| I miss everyone. A bold statement, yes. Blame it on the lack of sleep or that grande Starbucks caffe latte something I just had. Blame it on me. Its just that I've been having too much time staring up at the skyline wishing that I'd have the means to stop everything and enjoy that moment a thought pops inside my head. You know, that exquisite feeling you get when you're alone and you seem to see the lines that connect each and everyone of us together. The time when you notice the lines that lead away from you arching over those tall buildings, outrunning that train you're riding and disappearing over that distant horizon. you just know that every line leads to someone. Someone you can't see. I do miss everyone. From those who've played major roles in this life of mine to those who make cameo appearances every now and then. Its a wonder how much of ourselves we give away to our acquaintances. That little piece of us we secretly tuck inside their sleeves. Secretly. Silently. Do we miss the person or that piece of ourselves we hid inside of them? If its true that birds of the same feather really do flock together then isn't there a possibility that we're just making friends with ourselves over and over again? Right now I just can't help but ask this question ( a light night question?). It's just that I fear that when I miss someone I'm really missing the person I am when they're around me. Whats the use of our friends when we only miss them because we want that 'support' we get when they're around? Arriving home late after our first official reunion as alumni officers of our school's CAT core of cadets feels kind of wierd. There I was sitting beside people I've considered brothers, people that I've shared the earliest of mornings and the leatest nights with and I keep on wondering if its really them that I miss or the Spikey that takes center stage with them. Shit. That little blinking line is taunting me as I stare into the laptop's monitor. My own brand of lullaby plays the ambient music to this little late night piece of mine. A late night piece wherein, I wonder and I guess. Under this concrete sky and the neon sun of the night I wonder. Again I imagine the lines leading out to me and to my unseen acquaintances. I wonder if they wonder as I do. I just wonder. --- You should try and listen to: Northstar - The Pornographer's Daughter, David Gray - This Year's Love, The Arcade Fire- Rebellion (Lies), Robbers on High Street - Love Underground, Death Cab for Cutie - Photobooth and their cool cover of the Smith's song This Charming Man. Goodnight. P.S. The title of this post/piece of mine comes from a Planes Mistaken for Stars song. Standing Still Fast. Stay safe everyone. | | |
| On the Road....
Do you know one of those moments that you know you've just done, read, said or whatever, something
that you just knew that you'd always go back to it? Like nursing a secret in the back of your head and everyone's asking "Why are you smiling?" and force yourself to answer only with a smile. About a year ago I was reading a newsletter from a shop I frequent and there was this one article that caught my attention, a quote on the article to be exact. It read :
"...the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous roman candles....."
This is one of the most endearing lines that I have ever read. In one fell swoop the unrest, the ambition, the music, the love and the life (the L-I-F-E!) was caught and compressed in those words. Images of chaos and distinct beauty race across the faculties of my imagination, dancing to the non-existent rhyme of that statement. I just had to find out who said such profound ideas and put them into writing.
Jack Kerouac did.
Turns out it was from a book by Jack. On the Road. Written 49 years ago the book still managed to speak to me in our own quaint language. Jack Kerouac took me on the road across America, through Mexico, past alleys, poet’s basements, swamps, whorehouses, spent cigarettes and smoke and finally through the vast and uncharted (hopefully one day charted by our future psychologists *ehem and philosopher’s), the self. The “journey” wasn’t exactly hand-in-hand more like storyteller and listener where the listener is taken aback with the parallelisms of the “story” and himself. This is a pretty forward statement but I find myself in almost every character in the book. I found the bored Spikey in Sal. Bored, bored, bored. Bored of mass-produced shit. We are a mss-produced nation, we settle for what we can imitate. Our brands sell conformity masked in so-called individuality. Music has taken the backseat and face value reigns. Everything is showbiz. We elevate false individuals to idols. Like Sal I am lucky to have come across ( or was it they who came across me?) people who exemplify individuality. Outcasts and at the same time a group. Boxed and at the same time outside of it. I am my own Dean Moriarty, I dig life or at least try, I ponder and I understand. The criminal gentleman, lost in complexities of my own design yet people take time to get lost into. I am Kerouac’s hitchhiking bums of whom he wrote “…had nowhere left to go but everywhere..”.
Kerouc and On the Road has given me a new appreciation in life, in motion or the lack of it. We might all disagree on what he really meant for us to take away from his book be it individuality, love of life, mysticism or maybe just a good read. On the Road was my mirror, blurred at spots yet showing a distinct figure. Yet I am not truly myself. The fact that I am an echo of Kerouac’s characters and lifestyles/adventures (who apparently were based on actual acquaintances on escapades of his) says that to me. I am still a work in progress. Like Kerouac and Sal Paradise I am the writter, my notebook is my memory and in contrast to Jack Kerouac’s “the roll”…..my life.
A salute to Jack Kerouac! To roads traveled, to those being built and to the distinct uniqueness of the scenery that we will all disagree about. Kiss.
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| After
Have you ever thought what's going to happen to you when you die? No, not the heaven, hell, limbo, purgatory aspect but the physical aspect. The literal "you". Your body.
Being Christian, I've been taught that our body is only a vessel for our soul. And that after we die our soul finally goes to our final destination.But let's not go into that side of the story. Think. Wouldn't be nice to give our body something back when we die, something good. Look at it this way all throughout our lives we push our bodies to it's limits. We sleep late. We drink too much. We run too far. Just like a machine our body sometimes breaks down, but unlike any other machine our body doesn't have any spare parts. Everything's a one shot deal. Shouldn't everyone be thankful to make it to the end with their body intact? And doesn't our body deserve more than the usual cosmetics come death?
Okay, let's look at some of the options come death. There's the option to be buried six feet under, there's the "cement & drum" option (an underworld favorite...), the "chop-chop" option (again an underworld favorite...), mummification and cremation. I'm sure the are a thousand more ways or options for your remains in death out there but these are just some of the things on the top of my head. So what do I mean by giving someting back to your body? Why not be creative for you funeral?!? Go out with a bang! For the people whoi want to get buried, why not get buried in style. Imagine say someone who likes glam rock dies. Why not get buried in full glam rock attire : spandex, big hair,leather boots, jacket etc. And while your coffin is being lowered imaging something like GnR's November Rain playing. And on your tombstone why not inscribe something like "Glam 'till the end". I've even watched a mechanic on tv who said that when he dies he wants to get cremated and that his ashes be but inside a car's engine so that when the time comes his remains get scattered to the wind. And if you've watched Elizabethtown (great movie!) why not do what Orlando Bloom did for his dad in the movie, scatter the ashes around the country, be one with the land and it's people. I've even got a few good ideas for myself. I think I'd like to be cremated and my ashes be mixed into whatever it is they use to make music cds. Now that's giving yourself to the music.
Just don't use the cds that I've been mixed into for making crappy songs.
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Taking Back Sunday and Saves the Day both have new albums! Finally two great reasons to to save money! | | |
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