tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103687.post3552411518725283772..comments2023-08-23T20:46:49.563+08:00Comments on Human, All Too Human: Where Time Stands StillKanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13948473232058321828noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103687.post-78072608587396935312010-08-09T14:44:34.943+08:002010-08-09T14:44:34.943+08:00I am speechless and moved. Genuinely.I am speechless and moved. Genuinely.Shanehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06937660780169550697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103687.post-13468667288638542432010-08-05T02:15:56.673+08:002010-08-05T02:15:56.673+08:00every single one of us have our own times. if we t...every single one of us have our own times. if we try to stop our time ,people around us,our love,would also also stop.you could straightly stare into their mesmerizing eyes,feel their breasts and kiss their sweet lips.it's alright.they won't resist because they wouldn't know.but it'll be the saddest thing.better receive a fistful smack on the face than having a one-way kiss.you won't have him.even if you can stop time.i would freeze it for you when i already finished my time machine project,but you'd still feel lonely in the end.when you realized..when you felt that he's not glaring back,feeling your hands and rubbing his lips on yours.yours will feel more hunger.<br />the fuck who says love is forever?do not mistake forever and love are really intertwined with each other.they are not.even when the other died physically during love.love would still go away.prisoning oneself doesn't mean lasting love.when you go out i am sure you'd find love.. go out,K.you will find love.stop being a prisoner of someone who already found another love.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103687.post-4395402995096071692010-08-05T01:33:57.517+08:002010-08-05T01:33:57.517+08:00yung picture, i like...yung picture, i like...Boying Opawhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04993903555770889000noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103687.post-53860254756093602542010-08-04T19:06:37.626+08:002010-08-04T19:06:37.626+08:00Hey k! ang gandaaa! reading your entry in a cold, ...Hey k! ang gandaaa! reading your entry in a cold, rainy night, made me feel like time suddenly froze to a place where my heart is happiest. <br /><br />Cheers to the boy who cried love!<br />mwuahhhRCnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103687.post-83525363080054487812010-08-04T17:32:29.117+08:002010-08-04T17:32:29.117+08:00and your name then will be Maruja. :)and your name then will be Maruja. :)parteeboihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07220004690641291913noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103687.post-48528411775610841202010-08-04T09:06:25.945+08:002010-08-04T09:06:25.945+08:00I love and hate your writing, kane. Love it becaus...I love and hate your writing, kane. Love it because it's beautiful. Hate it because it's beautiful. Beautiful that all the emotions I was trying so hard to keep inside to avoid disrupting my busy work schedule suddenly become difficult to contain. Suddenly, they all want to burst out. And I hate, hate (and love) you for that. You are one of those writers "who make people want to care" (quoting from your other entry).<br /><br />Now for my comment. Perhaps the very reason why time cannot be frozen is because happiness too can be boring. As the cliche says, we need sorrow once in a while to recognize and appreciate joy. <br /><br />You ask what life is for if it ends in sorrow anyway. Well, I guess, for some people the ending is not really an issue. Whether life ends in bliss or tragedy doesn't matter. What matters is that once, twice, or thrice in their lives they experienced happiness. That alone -- a set of temporary yet happy moments -- makes life meaningful and worth living.Roguehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11201313651526154196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103687.post-64078176853720947412010-08-04T02:15:34.272+08:002010-08-04T02:15:34.272+08:00all those tiny stardust
all those fleeting rocks i...all those tiny stardust<br />all those fleeting rocks in voids of space<br />all the blood that rushes to and fro<br /><br />all of them<br /><br />will one day stop<br />and people see gore in the word stop<br /><br />yet it is the finiteness that give everything sense<br /><br />well written... Nice nice Kane.<br /><br />you make me fall in love hahahaDan Reyesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103687.post-78475870891561016602010-08-03T23:49:47.623+08:002010-08-03T23:49:47.623+08:00I love Einstein's Dreams (too). If I could rem...I love Einstein's Dreams (too). If I could remain inside any book, it'd be my first pick. Imagine: the freedom to choose other possibilities of time. How very liberating.<br /><br />Though, on second thought, maybe I don't really need to have it any other way. The irrevocability of time makes living more sacred, loving all the more immediate and necessary.<br /><br />Lovely, lovely post.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16092825044082633184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103687.post-90329663469589176452010-08-03T22:00:40.143+08:002010-08-03T22:00:40.143+08:00that little boy will be you in due time... for lov...that little boy will be you in due time... for love is love when it persist to exist, changing yet enduring=)czarhttp://www.facebook.com/czardgreat.garcia)noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103687.post-43051349995059562522010-08-03T16:36:12.739+08:002010-08-03T16:36:12.739+08:00The first part reminds me of Wong Kar Wai's 20...The first part reminds me of Wong Kar Wai's 2046 where (I'm sure you've seen it) people go to some magical place where nothing ever changes. There have been times when I wanted to take the same train but I know now that that would be stupid. I wouldn't be the person I am now if it weren't for time and how it often moves without me.<br /><br />"One day in the future, some other boy will fall in love. Perhaps that boy will be me."<br /><br />I join you in this wish. The boy is still there, me thinks. Just need to do a little digging.citybuoyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00750180276675423002noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103687.post-52401819059512069062010-08-03T11:07:32.371+08:002010-08-03T11:07:32.371+08:00love is fundamentally an internal phenomenon. a lo...love is fundamentally an internal phenomenon. a lover may become unfaithful but only because no human can maintain inhuman fidelity to our internal symbol of the lover.LoFhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17790755800889443785noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103687.post-68292867211625739272010-08-03T07:46:35.524+08:002010-08-03T07:46:35.524+08:00People journey to those moments in their life wher...People journey to those moments in their life where they wanted time to stand still - I do it because whenever I am going through a difficult time, it is those memories of a happier time that help me through the dark days of my life. Even in just remembering, I feel better, and can almost re-live those moments that are gone and past.<br /><br />What use is life if it ends in sorrow? Because lives are about the journey, and not the destination. ♥♥ N o v ahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06176664910703289355noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103687.post-65678743424555634052010-08-03T03:50:11.366+08:002010-08-03T03:50:11.366+08:00That was lovely piece...i guess we all have been t...That was lovely piece...i guess we all have been through a time, a moment when we felt that this is it...this is the pinnacle...this is where I always want to be...this is how I always want to be....but emotions and feelings are all transient which when they change, change the whole dynamics of our relationship with others as well as ourselves...people say this is what life is all about...this is called growing up....but sometimes i feel "what the heck....I'd rather be a moron than grow up this way... ".Rashpreethttp://rashpreetkaur.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103687.post-82269849894949342802010-08-03T00:15:12.897+08:002010-08-03T00:15:12.897+08:00I've always thought that the fact that somethi...I've always thought that the fact that something is fleeting is what gives that thing value. I wrote this a long time ago:<br /><br />The ephemeral quality of a thing is what gives it importance. To ascribe permanence to something only serves to belittle the possibility of greatness in smallness.<br /><br />Same with life I think. And love. The idea that it can be lost makes it all the more valuable.<br /><br />http://ficklecattle.blogspot.com/Fickle Cattlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10281753566416281237noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103687.post-37088687765402968232010-08-02T20:41:11.605+08:002010-08-02T20:41:11.605+08:00A push from the cosmos would help, if only it’d be...A push from the cosmos would help, if only it’d be real. It’s amusing the world is equalized as we all wait for unusual coincidences to take place.<br /><br />Stranded in time, waiting to be washed ashore.<br /><br />JonAlterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07515811683760836066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103687.post-47366250346185992702010-08-02T20:16:52.257+08:002010-08-02T20:16:52.257+08:00nasabi na nilang lahat! eto na lang. PAK NA PAK NA...nasabi na nilang lahat! eto na lang. PAK NA PAK NA PAK NA PAK NA PAK! <br /><br /><i>may macomment lang. :)</i>Nimmyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00719403352904862478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103687.post-47820091506472471952010-08-02T20:16:16.840+08:002010-08-02T20:16:16.840+08:00Wonderfully written dear K.
It struck me to a dee...Wonderfully written dear K.<br /><br />It struck me to a deeper level.<br /><br />For love can supply enough power for a person to go on provided that the significant one is present.<br /><br />But alas, when one heart breaks, it won't be too long before the cycle begins again.<br /><br />Nevertheless time can be synonymous with hope, for every passing minute, who knows? Someone valiant noble and gallant enough might be sweeping you off your feet.<br /><br />Fear not.Guyronyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02313977820451815421noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103687.post-87441541485784883982010-08-02T19:58:10.882+08:002010-08-02T19:58:10.882+08:00ohh but eternal happiness might put one in a state...ohh but eternal happiness might put one in a state of delirium. <br />thought provoking indeed.<br />lovely post<br />lovelier picbienhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12945554562159442241noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103687.post-29523664868090014352010-08-02T18:46:31.642+08:002010-08-02T18:46:31.642+08:00'The best moments in reading are when you come...'The best moments in reading are when you come across something - a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things - that you'd thought special, particular to you. And here it is, set down by someone else, a person you've never met, maybe even someone long dead. And it's as if a hand has come out, and taken yours.'<br />-hector, history boys<br /><br />well, except that you are a person i have met. :D<br /><br />memory and our desire to be remembered are powerful. i think that is why we blog, create monuments, write on stones and papyrus, take thousands of photographs and record videos. remembering is something that makes our existence more sublime, much anticipative.<br /><br />this post is masterfully emotional. very human. all too human.<br /><br />there are only a handful of blog posts that would hit me home. this one brings me closer definitely to my home, to my heart.<br /><br />blog on.<br /><br />little brother,<br />Yas.Yas Jaysonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04852990049904130013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103687.post-64339673504919354892010-08-02T16:43:49.886+08:002010-08-02T16:43:49.886+08:00I am inclined to agree with Heidegger, or at least...I am inclined to agree with Heidegger, or at least what I understand of his philosophy: that time is a dimension of experience. What is it like to be forever in the rapture of a lover's embrace? I think there is no joy in it, nor hope.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12962933976271627394noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103687.post-18645419974078912832010-08-02T15:40:47.617+08:002010-08-02T15:40:47.617+08:00Tangina ang ganda!!! ano ba meron ngayon? si Mugen...Tangina ang ganda!!! ano ba meron ngayon? si Mugen, si guyrony, si soltero tapos ikaw naman! sheeett!!Ehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03121680696868257522noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103687.post-38216311119330389852010-08-02T15:08:33.326+08:002010-08-02T15:08:33.326+08:00another thought provoking post. Good one kane.
I...another thought provoking post. Good one kane. <br /><br />I haven't been around the world, but I've been to some places. And every time, I never fail to feel small when I'm confronted by tall buildings in a first world country or ancient structures from world heritage sites. <br /><br />and though the world almost always makes me feel small, I can't help but feel that my presence in this world has changed it. that my tiny speck mattered.<br /><br />My wish for you is to find that one person who will be truly grateful and happy that you are in the world even though you are just another human life in earth's long history.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103687.post-64637449910157863752010-08-02T12:49:47.917+08:002010-08-02T12:49:47.917+08:00I've often wondered about eternal happiness, K...I've often wondered about eternal happiness, Kane. Our supposed reward for living a "good" life, for following the rules, for sticking to the straight and narrow.<br /><br />But then I think: eternity is such an awfully long time.<br /><br />Beautiful, thought-provoking piece.rudeboyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11729829252617889028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103687.post-41544561271424218802010-08-02T12:14:50.896+08:002010-08-02T12:14:50.896+08:00Memories are a curious thing. In that despite the ...Memories are a curious thing. In that despite the cudgels of pain that fate throws our way, we look to our memories to remind us that it still is possible. To love, and to be loved in return. Last year it happened for you, sometime ago it happened to me.<br /><br />The beauty of time is that its passing, and by its passing we are afforded that hope that maybe, tomorrow or in the near future, it will be our time again.<br /><br />So we continue on.red the modhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12376633655401824493noreply@blogger.com