Kumakantang bubuyog

Hoy!
Kumanta ka!
Sumama ka!
Makisali!
Hoy!
Isubok mo!
Ihataw mo
Ang awitin!
Hoy!

Seventeen syllables, No. 73

Six feet of cotton
Plus my ten fingers equal
A string butterfly.

Prisoner of war

Right before I slept a few nights ago, a clear picture came to my head. It was of a deserted North Korean intersection, with impeccably drab edifices flanking the perpendicular rivers of asphalt. In the middle of the intersection there stood erect a female traffic guard, looking straight ahead. She was smartly dressed, the white belt crossing her sea-blue blouse gleaming white in the unforgiving Sun, the unforgiving proxy of the Dear Leader's commanding gaze.

What would it be like to kiss her?

Would that set her free?

How silly of me to think that! Of course not... it wouldn't set her free. It would imprison me.

Hey, I didn't say the picture made sense. ^_^

In other news I think I haven't decided on a hobby to spend time on this summer, but perhaps SHIFT 2 would be a good candidate. It has taken up at least half an hour of every session I spend in front of my computer. Go check it out, and once you get the gist, come back here and try this level my sister and I collaborated on:

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Anyway, before you load the code, make sure to remove the spaces.

Thanks for reading.

Song in my head: Usher, "Love in This Club".

P.S. Also, the CC is a lie.

Seventeen syllables, No. 72

The rain remembers
A song, perhaps, and taps the
Beats on my windshield.

Seventeen syllables, No. 71

The plastic wrapper
Crunches in my hand, but the
Rice cracker's long gone.

Seventeen syllables, No. 70

That is not the wind:
Wind can't make concrete walls sway
Like breeze-blown curtains.

Tamago

Yes. Now I can sleep.

Seventeen syllables, No. 69

Clicks to my thumb say
That the camera is now
Both empty and full.

That's all she wrote

Well, look at what we have here... a full set of 17-syllable verses. The work now begins on the rest of the book.

I am enjoying a spurt in creativity and productivity. I don't know why. Today in Foundations class one of my classmates presented a proof of the law of cosines, and before that the professor told us to ask one question after the presentation. After the proof was done, I asked, "OK, so I can see a squared, b squared, and c squared, but can you show me negative two a b cosine theta?" Everyone stopped, and my friend was not able to answer, and then the professor asked me if I could construct it. When I paused, they moved on to a more interesting question. I, however, continued to be intrigued, and I have been working on getting the answer to my own question until now, almost a half day later.

This inspiration could not have come at a more opportune time... there are only two weeks left in classes at Colleague, and I am once again riding the cutting edges of my grades, I am sure.

Thanks for reading.

Song in my head: Queen, "Love of My Life".

Seventeen syllables, No. 68

I smell the droplets
Threatening to rain down like
The words to new songs.