Love, for one, is a thing that causes great joy and, in equal amount, sadness. A sadness of loosing someone or something, which like everything in this world, will eventually cease to exist.
Maybe the water, that all of us shed from how we keep watch the ones we love, is to replace the lost; a symbol of life in replacement for the missing. The water we try to turn in for the wine spilled.
Turtles lounge around on top of an artificial tree bark, put by the University’s landscaper. They can do this for hours. Unmoving. What purpose do these lethargic creatures serve, swimming lazily and occasionaly diving deeper to munch on the pool’s bottom. In Austin, they remember the victims of a sick person with a sniper riffle. People lounge around on top of an artificial tree bark…unmoving
Once again, took the needed blog break…so I play some Bee Gees and start writing, nothing too serious this time, as usual, just some updates on my life that you most likely have no interest about.
I’m 25 now, without much effect. The celebration was modest and quiet, with Gaby doing most of the stuff. Hey I’m not complaining…I got a cupcake! Also found myself a new passion… cooking 
Check out steamykitchen.com and rasamalaysia.com. I’m also using evernote to do my recipe book.
Today, I finally finished my master’s report and submitted it. Done with school now, so ends another chapter of my life. Still fully assured that I will go for Jesuit Volunteer opportunity next year, although the decision tends to raise eyebrows for people, especially after hearing about the girlfriend.
Ingrid Michaelson’s twitter is terribly amusing, to say the least.
Someone turned up the knob that control’s Texas’ temperature. You know this when you’d rather be looking out of a window to find poetic inpirations instead of standing near the turtle pond watching those lazy bastards swim and lounge around.
Up next: Turtles and the meaning of life
Just lost my job…packing up right at this moment. I’m officially jobless as of today. In a positive light, now, I’ll have all the time I need to work on my Master’s Thesis.
Anyone know an opening for a code monkey?
In good time the day ends
and tucks into deep night
my soul tires, my eyes burdened
and I see you, remembered
At times I tremble fearing
our fragile loving hearts
tugging each other’s string
cracking bits and pieces
Good bye, good night
may we touch each other when
the dawn breaks and
good night, good bye
In the light of some particular girl expressing that she can not imagine that she’d be mentioned in my blog, I’m writing this entry (with plenty of her being mentioned. I hope you, the rest of my readers, do not mind)
In Deus Caritas Est, Pope Benedict XVI points out that God’s love is both Eros and Agape. I never have a good grasp of Eros, and I think much of this world is as dumbfounded as me. The western modern culture has twisted “romantic” love so much that it is hard to reconcile God and Eros. Even the word erotic, which is derived from eros has become very negative. God and Eros…that’s crazy talk right there.
If you’ve been stalking me on facebook, or found yourself confused with the mention of an actual girl’s name in my recent post, you’d be aware that Ive started a relationship with this wonderful girl named Gabriella (which right at this moment would find herself blushing reading that I attached the adjective “wonderful” to her). It is two weeks in now in our relationship, and I’m beginning to see Eros in a way that I can only imagine before. Where Agape is only to give, Eros gives and takes. It is this mutual loving and having faith that your other half loves you as much as you love her. To see God as only Agape would be very shortsighted as God calls each one of us for us to reach back out to Him. Well, if you’re God, then there’s a good reason that you want your loved ones to reach back at you…since you’re the source of all that is good. With humans, eros is a little bt more complicated, since the reciprocality of love does not always necessarily result in goodness. Eros is good, yet dangerous.
But is Eros more dangerous than Agape? Is eros more fraught with sin compared to Agape? I believe the sin that twists Eros and Agape is different. When you love someone without asking for anything in return, what drives you? Is it true love for the human or pride for yourself, giving yourself a pat in the back for being such a good person? For Eros, the wanting for returning love can either be because your self-fullfillment, instant gratification of affection or a natural human fondness of being loved. Human was built to love and be loved. It is not unnatural or sinful for humans to be “happy” when they found themselves loved….both by other humans or God (some even enjoy the lesser love coming from pets).
So, I’m learning about Eros…good stuff.
I got this book for free from the Mini Book Expo, in exchange for a review. Hence the following 
“The Stone Skippers” by Ian Burgham is a collection of love poems. The poems themselves were written with very little regard to traditional structures. The poems can be read as a minimalistic approach to impressionistic short stories. The poems draw broad strokes of stories while letting the reader fill in the details. The poem forms range from the traditional forms to some which are borderline short proses.
The poems invoke many different emotion with most of them seemingly gray but dashed with a bright yellow of hope. I can’t help but think of foggy days while reading it, illustrated beautifully on the cover of the book. This book definitely goes into my to-reread list of books when I am trying to get a sense of romantic love.
I’d give this book a 4.5/5 locilocisu subjective score, as you all know, enjoying poetry is far from exact science.
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