Sunday, January 30, 2011

Clandestine Movement which should be Renowned...



            So, when we think about Rosa Parks, William Wilberforce, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., and many abolitionists and their prodigious achievements, we find ourselves in awe and also in humility. The determination and their discernment of what is right overwhelmed their environments which told otherwise. But those moments of glorifying their improvements in humanity are short-lived. I am pretty darn sure such heroes of their contemporaries did not overcome the twisted norms of their societies, just to have ephemeral effects on their posterity. It is like a marathon where their baton has been handed over to us, yet the worse part of our ignorance is that we simply clap and find ourselves in awe as if we are the audiences. Some where along the race, consumerism has deceived us into thinking that all is well and the race discontinued. The race is not over and more shockingly as it may sound to our generation, we are the next runners of this race to end slavery. Yes, you, your families, friends, and neighbors do not have shackles around the ankles, and you are comfortably oblivious to this specific evil, slavery. But how about this? There are more than 27 million slaves in today's world. How many people are you fortunate enough to know that are not in slavery? 100, 1,000, 10,000? Well, if 27 million does not allow you to even reconsider about the world you live in, then maybe it will take even greater number to get you interested (until it breaches your comfortable social networks and relationships). Nonetheless, there are people who are already involved to make even the slightest impact. I, too, am grateful for their involvement, simultaneously ashamed of my ignorance. So how do we abolish slavery? How do we become an abolitionist? Despite the solemn connotation the word "abolitionist" holds, it's simple, thanks to some great minds with heart, you can simply visit Free2Work and get englightened.

             So this site lets you know with letter grades which conglomerates promote and demote slavery upon production of their products. They say if one out of five consumers are aware of their choices in consumption, it can bring down a company, or resurrect one. Thanks to the founders, you and I can become part of the movement simply by purchasing with values.

By the way, it's my birthday. Hahaha. Nice~! Bravo Isaac~!

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Just a thought...

            So the minds of the brittle will sway as the wind leads the dance; barely keeping its composure, it will sustain its figure.


Endlessly searching for something solid, they will continue this dance. About the only thing they know how to do, they will surely be enraptured by the moment, sometimes willingly and sometimes hesitantly (the more the dance, the more it becomes the latter).


What dries their spirit is the fact that their pursuit of solidity is endless, yet each dance reinvigorates them as they spark up the last hope in that brief moment every time their steps stroll.


Becoming more and more formless, graceless, and shapeless, the dance is no longer of any aesthetic art expression. It becomes more pathetic, commensurate to their dimming expectation of hope.


The once exuberant, childlike smiles are long gone, but it still has traces of nostalgia.


These were the days of our lost lives.
These are the days of our losing lives.
These will be the days of our brittle minds.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Chapter I

Chapter 1

            Beep. Beep. Beep. It has been the dullest past month for Sean. All the technical support to sustain his life could not sustain his exuberant character as he was once. The only anticipation of his existence no longer dwelled on his future prospects, but rather when would that annoying, consistent “beep” would skip or stop. It did not matter whether he had his eyes closed or opened, because either way he would find himself in oblivion, and helpless.

            The hopital cell where he was placed in was of extravagance because he would have the whole room by himself. Usually, a patient ranging from low middle-class to average burgeosie would have to share with five others; shared-rooms were located in the lower floors. Many people probably can afford a solitary hospital care room such as this, but his sentence was indefinite and because of such condition most people would just share it.  It was not that his parents were financially better off, rather his parents took a great deal in caring and loving him. 
             
             Sean would always get more than what he would ask for from his parents. It was typical of his parents to get him a whole set menu when Sean would only ask for an entrĂ©e. He did not have the courage to reject the offer thinking that he would just passover any potential conflicts. Then everything would be trashed, besides what he had requested in the first place; he was stubborn in his own way. 

            The hospital was located at the highest altitude in Seoul, his room being at the top of twenty-floor building. Although the city was infamous for crowded and busy life style, his room seemed to have been placed in different dimension because the window faced towards the empty mountain. At night, there would be nothing but dimming stars in the sky. In the morning he had the privilege of bathing before anyone in the warm sun of the day. Privilege, most visitors would compliment about Sean’s room because there was nothing else to say to soothe his predicament. Curse for Sean, because he no longer saw any hope in those bright lights.

Instead he would feel even more condemned by the awakening of new day. He knew that people of his age would get ready for the day to embrace the opportunities and adventures that lie ahead of them. Either way, it is funny how couple months ago, he was an opportunist and adventurist like anyone who he now envies but never felt grateful at the time. Now that he is confined in his hospital room, he feels even more ungrateful to the fact that he actually never took any opportunities given to him nor found anything exciting in his busy, yet monotous schedule. 

His only consolation was that it did not matter to be confined in bed or in the busy streets. Only difference was that he had too much time to reassure of his confinement than being preoccupied to even cogitate upon it. Once, when he was healthy, he would wonder how wonderful it would be to live life as his dog, Roonie. Roonie would be fed twice everyday around the appropriate time of the day. He would excrete without having to worry how dirty his environment would get. He could sleep anytime of the day. Sean feels otherwise nowadays and more sympathetic towards all the dogs in the world. He would chuckle at the thought, and wonder being human is not so great after all because he has conscious to even feel sympathy for Roonie.

In high school, he was the center of attention, envy, admiration, and everything amongst his peers and teachers. He was probably one of the brightest student in the school’s history. He was very athletic for he joined varsity football, basketball, and baseball team during his freshmen year. He was the quarterback, point guard, and pitcher in respective sports. Of course, it seems surreal, but evidence shows that his coaches had to fight with one another to get him to their practices more often. Although his humility would not claim its truth, he did lead his school from division three to one in those sports. His positions which his athletic capabilities enabled to suit him was also reflectory in social skills as well. He was just a natural born leader. He knew the business of celebrity as many would follow him mentally and physically. He did not isolate himself in any set clique; he was like a brother to any of the core members in high school clique, the jocks, the nerds, the emos, the bands, the outlaws, the addicts, the majority, etc. It was as if he was the clique in whichever clique you might have belonged to, and every freshmen in the new year would learn of his character before the principal’s name. 

When he was fully grown he was five feet and eleven inches tall. He had smooth curls in his long hair which was unusual for typical Korean-American. He had slim, yet muscular physical appearance. He never stopped anyone from approaching him whether it was with kindness or challenge. Also, he never stopped anyone from leaving him, but this was not usual. Probably less people left him than the total number of days of snow in Los Angelels during the winter season.  However, just like any leader would have his own comfort zone and confidants, he had his own selection of members. His group of intimate friends were dynamic: the rich, the hungry, the addict, the mischievous, and him, the leader.

Maybe because he began to despise the sun light, he would be most awake during the darkest hours of the day. As if he did not felt lonely enough, there was certain calmness of the night that attracted Sean. He also wanted to be left alone, if possible throughout the whole week. He would actually break out of the norm and request to his families to leave him alone. Partly, he realized others’ emotions were secondary and his primary. However, being soft and kind as he naturally is, he was only half successful and compromised two or three times a week so that they would visit him. 

 In many starry nights, there was a brief moment in his sickness that would give him the slightest reason to live longer. It was the moment when he would recall even younger youth with his friends. There were always five of them. Five seemed like the perfect number because of his friends and Sean. It has been so long; it has been seven years already since their last reunion. Everyone is on their different tracks in life since seven years ago. A lot has happened come to think of it, from the last days together until now. Sean knew that due to his sickness his parents have cried the most, but if his last days are having its significant counts on him, he would have the most laugh with his four friends. It would be very soon for the five to reunite because Sean’s news have been dispersed. 

‘I wonder what they are up to at this moment, are they admiring the same immense sky with so many stars tonight? How will they react when they see me? How did they react when they first heard that I have been diagnosed with cancer?’ Sean wondered as he stared through the window displaying pure darkness except the countless stars. 

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Starry Night. Vincent Van Gogh 1889

2011 AFC Semi-Final: S.Korea vs. Japan

    
       So apparently, Japan was dominant in the first half. Their passes were clear and direct. It also seemed like OT against Iran had its full toll on South Korea. Either way, the game was intense not because the plays were immaculate, rather because they are their true nemesis. Any victory from sports competition between these two nations is commensurable to their patriotism. In truth, Japan displayed superior skills in every aspects. But the Korean mentality persisted and they led, trailed, and caught up with Japan, a very dramatic tie during the injury time in second overtime. To my disappointment, however, Chungyong Lee did not play up to his expectation. To my expectation, captain Park was truly an EPL player. Nonetheless, penalty shoot-out was very disappointing and I personally shifted responsibility to the head coach Cho. Why would he list young, less-experienced players to shoot first? It beats me, and it did all night during my sleeping hours. Well, I am not a hater and I congratulate Japan for their advancement. If anything, I wish that they take the AFC. Football (or soccer) is indeed an awesome sports and I hope that the jinx of S. Korea's performance in AFC will soon end. How does a semi-finalist in World Cup not win one AFC?

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

So I got two more followers...

Yes, it is quiet burdensome to write new blog posts. All my writing files are in my laptop so I can't post my original intentions, but to my fellow followers I would like to encourage you that it will come in very soon. I got two followers in last 2 days and I am proud of myself; even though, my followers had to make a gmail account right there and then with bit of coercion. Blessed are their souls. Anyways, not really in the habit of blogging, but it is slowly catching up on me, and just the thought of having my own blog excites me because of all the potentials I seek from it. Well, enough for today. By the way, the workout was really good today, getting bigger chests, bi- and triceps, and shoulders.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

After an inspiration by John Chae~!

So, it is apparent that I started this blog thing soon after I saw it on John's page. Well, the notion of writing as hobby, stress reliever, and maintenance of sanity cannot be distinguished as to who had it first, but yes, the mode of expression and "publication" of my thoughts and random writings are "inspired" through John's. It is only fair to admit and warn to those who read my posts that I am not a professional, thereof, I do not feed upon readers' expectations, although sincere feedbacks to improve my expressions are genuinely accepted, and I am bound to no limitations. I do not know how often and persistent I will be with my journey of writing, yet consider this as generous disclosure of my thoughts--my reflections, opinions, goals, emotions, expressions, and etc--so that those who are willing to spend some time of their precious lives can equate and evaluate their thoughts reflected through my choice of words. In sum, I just want to share my piece of mind so that I can obtain peace of mind.