Wait Forever

Peter Pan

noreply@blogger.com (Aron) — Wed, 12 Jun 2013 20:03:00 +0000

No not that Peter Pan.
EXO, a korean band that came out recently with Wolf actually surprised me with this song.
I remember liking Big Bang's Koe Wo Kikasete.
Rare is a love song rich in lyrics and creative in melody that in unison just blows me away.
EXO's Peter Pan is that good. Almost boy band good. (Hey I'm a boy band kid)
At first you'd just overhear your little sister playing random music.
Next you'd hear the lyrics and go "What the fvck? Peter pan what?"
Then you'd ask for the lyrics.
Suddenly, freaking feels.

That cheesy feeling.
That almost in-love feeling.
Yeah, the one I'm avoiding.

Hits you suddenly right in the face.
Twice.
Inelastic collision.

Still, it is a welcomed feeling. Something I haven't felt for a long time.
A longing. And I am happy.

Nevertheless, just google a youtube link and sing along with the lyrics here.

Peter Pan - EXO

Nalgeun ilgijang meonjireul teoreonae mundeuk pyeolchin got geu sogen haemarkge
Nega isseo ajik neon geudaero yeogi namaisseo
Itgo jinaetdeon geurimi tteoolla jageun tteollimi nae mome saemsosa
Jom seogeulpeugin hae geuttaero doragal su eomneun ge

Neol chajaganda chueogi bonaen tingkeobel ttaranaseotdeon neverland
Geu gose naega neowa barabomyeo utgo isseo
Nan yeongwonhan neoui piteopaen. Geu sigane meomchun ne namja
Seotuljiman neomu saranghaetdeon naui neoege danyeoga

Neol manhi goerophyeotdeon jitgujeun akdang modu mullichyeojun gieogi saengsaenghae
Geu sunganbuteo neoui mameul eotgo nanun kiseukkaji
Nae mameun hangsang gureum tago naratji
Neoneun wendi sinderellaboda yeppeotji
Gaseum ttwige mandeun dan han saram neol neukkinikka du nuni bitna

Neol chajaganda chueogi bonaen tingkeobel ttaranaseotdeon neverland
Geu gose naega neowa barabomyeo utgo isseo
Nan yeongwonhan neoui piteopaen. Geu sigane meomchun ne namja
Seotuljiman neomu saranghaetdeon naui neoege danyeoga

(Hamkkehaetjiman japgo sipjiman son naemiljiman oh!
Neon meoreojyeo ga tteonaji ma geuttae naega itjanha yeogi oh! Eodi isseulkka)

Bunhongbit gamdoneun eolgul gureum wireul geotneun gibun baby boo! Nae gaseumi dugeungeoryeotdeon geurim gatdeon you!
Geuttae neoui nuneun salmyeosi useojwotdeon geotcheoreom jigeumdo nae maeumui han kyeone yeollin changmune nega narawajundamyeon

Nae donghwa sok dama non neol yeojeonhi maemdoneun sweety girl!
Ajikdo tteollyeo gaseum hankyeon neo eomneun igoseun oeroun seom
Nae gieok sok jeogeo non neol jiwojiji annneun pretty girl!
Ajikdo seolleyeo gaseum hankyeon neo eomneun igoseun

Sigyeui taeyeop doneun sai eolmana dallajyeosseulkka
Neol sseonaeryeogan majimak han jangeul neomgyeotjiman deo
Ilgeonael yonggiga anna seulpeun geureun jiwonael geoya
Uri yaegin kkeuchi anil geoya.
Dasi mannabol tenikka

Translated:

I brush off my worn out diary and suddenly, in the opened pages
You clearly are there, you still remain there just the same
I remember the pictures that I forgot all this time, small tremblings gush out of my body
It’s a bit sad that I can’t go back to those times

* I’ll go looking for you to Neverland by following Tinkerbell, who was sent by the memories
At that place, you and I are looking at each other, smiling
I’m am your eternal Peter Pan, your man who has stopped in time
I may be clumsy but I loved you so much and I will run to you

I clearly remember beating away all the villains who bothered you
From that moment, I had your heart and even shared a kiss
My heart rode the clouds and flew
You were prettier than Wendy or Cinderella
The one person who made my heart pound
As soon as I felt you, my eyes shone

* Repeat

(We were together, I wanted to hold onto you, I held out my hand but
You grew distant, don’t leave me, the me of the past is right here, where are you)

Pink faces, the feeling of walking on clouds, baby boo, the picturesque you makes my heart pound
Just like how you softly smiled with your eyes back then
If only you can fly into the opened window of my heart

You are in my fairy tale, you still linger around, sweety girl
I still get nervous – the corner of my heart without you is like a lonely island
I wrote you down in my memories, you can’t be erased, pretty girl
My heart still rushes – the corner of my heart without you is…

How much did you change while the clock’s springs were turning
I turned the last page that is written about you
But I have no courage to read it, I will erase the sad words
Our story is not be over

Because we will meet again

Your eternal Peter Pan.

-Aron

Moonlight

noreply@blogger.com (Aron) — Wed, 30 Jan 2013 16:54:00 +0000

There was a time a certain person was always there.
Always with me.
Always the reason that I smiled.
Always the reason that I fight.
It never occurred that I'd lose her.
That we would change.
That the circumstances will drag us away from each other.

I can't change anymore. Yet I know I musn't hold on.
After what has happened, I finally realized how important she is.
And how I can never have her in my life again.
I can't blame her yet she will always be the missing piece.

I guess this is how the tragedy goes.
At the moment you've realized a person's worth is when they are gone.
And you're already powerless to take them back.

You were the other half of the broken moon.

-Aron

Pride

noreply@blogger.com (Aron) — Thu, 24 Jan 2013 03:14:00 +0000

It is not one to throw away.
Having it is not keeping it.
And using it against someone is utterly wrong.
To deny it's existence is to live a lie.

But you can only teach someone by challenging theirs.
Is there no other way?
There probably isn't any other way.
Back then I was foolish enough to think there was.
I was never more wrong.
It's a part of our nature.
You can see it everywhere.
Fashion. Wealth. Looks. Religion. Sports. Technology. Architecture. Poetry. Design.
It's like people attach a soul of themselves unto something.
And for as long as that notion or "thing" exists, we can cling on endlessly.
It's what pushes us forward. It's why things such as competition exists.
To create and destroy pride.
To change the balance. Realizing this makes me abhor the way our society exists.
We live happily without knowing what will befall us sooner or later.
We forget how to defend ourselves instinctively and learn just how to offend.

It's what I am trying to understand now.
It's what I am trying to show the world that cannot see.
The offender and the offended.
The defender and the defended.
The learned and the ignorant.
Once the offender learns his mistakes, he will be the kindest person that he will ever be.
It was my mistake once.
And my promise to never make again.

Pride is a sword we must polish but never brandish against fellowmen.
Skilled enough that we may defend ourselves.
Restrained enough that we may not use it against someone else.

-Aron

Changed

noreply@blogger.com (Aron) — Tue, 01 Jan 2013 03:14:00 +0000

There was a time when all I did was for myself and myself alone.
Even when I was doing things for others, I would always consider how they would value me.
Generous in my acts yet selfish in my goals.

But after growing up.
After seeing people younger, more vulnerable children.
I can see why older people become kind.
There is truly strength in kindness.
As kids, we only see ourselves and the people in front of us.
As I am now, I see more that what meets the eye.
Hear more than what is said.

I do not break them.
In fact, I encourage them.
Teach them.

A helping hand.

-Aron

Question

noreply@blogger.com (Aron) — Wed, 05 Dec 2012 15:48:00 +0000

Everyday I answer a question only to welcome another.
Is the world of man made as such?
We find an answer specifically to a question when what we search is one that would provide us everything.
Is God enough?
Is reasoning enough?
Is philosophy enough?
They were for those that believe.
Then is believing enough?
In what?
Why do they believe in so different when the difference is only so much?
Faith.
Simply that.
I guess in this world, nothing is ever truly definite.
We do not have the power to change the past and only enough to fuel our future.
On one hand, someone encourages to move on our own.
On the other, saying to be in guiding hands.
I seek guidance yet no one freely gives it.
I seek my own yet our laws prohibits it.
What am I to do?
What can I do?
Nothing but wait.

Wait forever.

-Aron

Bleach 514 - Born in Darkness

noreply@blogger.com (Aron) — Wed, 31 Oct 2012 22:14:00 +0000

Holy cr@pcakes.

Ichigo Kurosaki, a shinigami, a stundent, a vaizard, a human.
Then comes 514 - a revelation of a quincy.

Is Juha Bach Ichigo's father?

Juha Bach, a doubtful "quincy", reveals that Ichigo's powers are not obtained - they are being recalled. Was it sealed? Recalling Ishida Uryuu's predicament, he was shot near his heart in order to regain his power. Similarly, a shinigami houses Saketsu and Hakusui. Ichigo most likely experienced the same with quincies through exposure (similar to the Hell Arc) that affected his Hakusui.
Juha Bach may not be Ichigo's father but he might be a descendant through her mother's lineage. Hints tell us that her mother may have actually seen King Fisher, hinting that she was no ordinary human also.
Zangetsu bears a tremendous resemblance to Juha Bach. Why? In Flame of Recca, Recca's 8th and strongest dragon was actually his father. Kubo used it as an insipration perhaps? Also a representation that a father's power is passed on through his son.

This clues are truly convincing yet we are made to believe that there may be something more in store.

As Ichigo discovers about his powers, he discovers more about his past.

Note:

Since Ichigo is finally considered a Quincy, I bet he'd be in good terms with Ishida now. :lol:

Like a blade swung from the heavens.

-Aron

Prometheus

noreply@blogger.com (Aron) — Fri, 14 Sep 2012 15:04:00 +0000

Ah yes. This movie. Before it was even out, I was already frantic about it.

At first you'll notice superficial things. Magneto (Michael Fassbender) is there. Snow White's mother (Charlize Theron) too. Soon you'll ogle on the ship design, planets, gadgets and space.

But I digress. While, watching this movie you'd think to yourself "Where's the alien?" or "Where's the scary part?". Then slowly the plot thickens. Clues are focused on. Everything goes like clockwork.

Then you ask "Why?".

Then the movie ends.

At the ending you see a familiar figure. It looks like an alien from Alien. Then it hit me. "Is this movie actually connected to the Alien franchise?". Well what the fuck. It actually was. I remembered watching Alien and it was one of damn most gruesome sci-fi I've watched. Fascinatingly, it did urge me to rediscover what Alien was about.

Prometheus is a prequel to Alien dictating events that would start the entire Alien series. Yet one question remains, what happened to David and Dr. Shaw? Did they reach the Engineers? Why were the two ships that feature the Engineers different? There better be a sequel so I can get this goddamned closure.

Beyond life and death.

-Aron

Clairvoyance

noreply@blogger.com (Aron) — Tue, 21 Aug 2012 15:57:00 +0000

So I had a talk with my brother about gaming.
I mean when I started playing Dota, everything was just instinctive.
Basic skill combos, what items to buy, who to kill, etc.
Yes, I guess everyone starts out like that - even as a child.

Listing it out as steps, we get:
1. Do anything instinctively.
2. Understand what you are actually doing. (compare, mimic, read, etc)
3. Do a conscious action.

Makes sense right?
So... does it work with everything?
Maybe. I mean everything is like that, however it seems like it proves that we are slaves to destiny.
Step 1 requires simply one thing: causality. What happens happens.
Step 2 requires validation: Is it right? Is it wrong?
Step 3 requires conscious thought.

Similary,
1. Kid
2. Teens
3. Adolescence

Well, I can speculate all I want but all in all I know I can prove nothing... but who knows?
Maybe one day, when we know more than we should, we can one day predict what comes because we evaluated it through the things that affect it we knew instinctively.

"If destiny are gears,
And we are sand that are crush in between them.
There is nothing left to do but be powerless.
I just want power.
If I cannot protect by extending my hand,
I want a blade to reach [it].
I want the power the crush destiny,
Like a blade swung down from the heavens."

-Aron

True Hero

noreply@blogger.com (Aron) — Tue, 14 Aug 2012 12:32:00 +0000

A true hero is not someone who fought the best.
It is someone who fights even if no one barely notices.

-Aron

Fight

noreply@blogger.com (Aron) — Fri, 29 Jun 2012 20:07:00 +0000

There is no other way.
We call it crab mentality, bullying or some other shit.
But there is no other way.
For someone to win, someone must lose.
Nothing is true, everything is permitted.
Dogmas that are different but all the same.
Fight. Win. Conquer.
History is dictated by the winners.

I want to fight but most of all I want to win.
Ogres/Qunari in lore are depicted this way.
They only seek glory in battles.
But fictional as they maybe, their situations are not as alien as they seem.
We encounter them everyday, shrouded in complex definitions.
Yet clearly defined in its causality.
In games, in life, in friendship, in competitions, in war, in evolution.
It is evident. It is the ultimate rule of survival.

I... I have truly become something that I once hated.
I guess growing old does not necessarily need to be liked or not.
For it will still happen nonetheless.

"If you lose, there is no consolation.
If you win, there is no reprimand."

~

-Aron

In Nothingess

noreply@blogger.com (Aron) — Tue, 26 Jun 2012 15:46:00 +0000

Pray for certainty.

When nothing makes sense.

-Aron

Creed

noreply@blogger.com (Aron) — Sat, 26 May 2012 18:44:00 +0000

Twenty three.

That's the amount of years I've lived on this earth. I've been through most things that people have undergone too. But that's not what this post is about.

This post is about a choice. A promise. An echoing feeling. A reaction. A state of mind. Whatever it maybe, I rather just type it I guess.

I've been through a lot. I've seen both sides of the coin for most cases and I cannot help but ... enjoy at times... the wrong choices. But why does every time I do it now feels like a part of me is dying? As if a part of me is being betrayed. Like something inside of me is telling me "Stop. This is wrong." We all face our devils. Some we cannot even overcome but this is one devil I want - but I cannot. It's like something so good is embedded in me. Something good inside me found its way out. Probably because I knew what it means to love again. That something reminded me of what I truly cherished. Something I truly held important. As my friend once put it, "Chivalry". It's like a part of my soul. I can't bear the cheesy drama things. It reverberates stronger once it gets in my system like it was made for me. I've been called "gay" for this but I now I realize I shouldn't have stopped. I shouldn't have wavered.

Everything and everyone will pull you down and tell you how you should see it.
They seem to forget you had your own set of eyes that sees the world with it.
So fight for what you see. Fight for what you believe in.
If your life is dictated by what you have done, what you remember, what you believe in, how you look, what you own, protect it with everything you have for it is the essence of who you are and can never be truly understood by everyone else. Everyone has something to protect with "other people" being the least at times.

So don't falter. Fight for what you believe, be it that dogs are the best, that Jesus is real, that Allah awaits, that Science is truth, that power is measure by money - whatever it is, no matter which side - fight for it. Wars are fought for both sides are just.

If you truly believe in it, fight so that it shall be your truth.
Let it be your creed.

I wanted - no, needed - to be evil.
But something found itself to me and proved to be who I truly am.

-Aron

Dark Souls

noreply@blogger.com (Aron) — Tue, 03 Apr 2012 16:36:00 +0000

A game that pushes you to think beyond your fears.
In a life where everything holds us back, we can focus all our energy to overcome ourselves.
Let's just say to do in a game is to do in life.
How we think is how we live.
So change how you think and you have changed how you live.
Now to channel that energy outside - oh I can't wait.

Fear shall not become you.

Views

noreply@blogger.com (Aron) — Tue, 03 Apr 2012 16:32:00 +0000

Our views change.
It does not matter how long, how much, or why.
It only matters that it did.

I know not which to cut.
I know only how to swing my blade.

Teachers

noreply@blogger.com (Aron) — Wed, 01 Feb 2012 15:45:00 +0000

Some are great. Some are simple. Some are cool.
Some are noisy. Some are quiet. Some are smart.
Some are dumb. Some are hip. Some are dorky.

But whatever they are, they are your guiding post.
They point you towards a path they too can't see.
And today I just realized how important a great teacher is.
Especially to a person that wants to learn.
They can either make the greatest of musicians.
Or, they can make the most twisted of tyrants.
They will, and forever be, embedded in our minds.
Subconsciously limiting our growth despite our struggles.
The quality of education is not dictated by our facilities.
It is dictated by the quality of our teachers.

A teacher tells how.

A great teacher shows why.

On Gamers and Gaming

noreply@blogger.com (Aron) — Wed, 18 Jan 2012 10:03:00 +0000

Before anything, I advise you to watch http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dE1DuBesGYM

This is a conference called TEDx where Jane McGonagal, a game developer and researcher, made a theory as to how we can harness the power of gaming.

This post, however, won't discuss that. This post discusses my personal view upon the matter.

Gamers, are those that have been presumed to have traded all social life in exchange for a training their minds as sharp as how we exemplify Japanese katana. Thanks to the magic of evolution, our minds become faster, process more signals with lesser effort, and embed them as a part of our instincts. But why (due to korean popular gaming culture) is it so that the age 23~25 is a heralding of the downhill of this so called elite gamers?

To my personal experience, I've come up with a theory. What if a gamer that plays more than 10 hours change his routine? We know that good blood circulation is the key to a healthy mind. Similarly, gaming deteriorates our organs. It's like a platform balance - when a gamer plays, his body weakens. When a gamer exercises, his mind dulls.

Then what if there was a perfect balance to increase one's brain power? There's lots of ways. Ambidexterity, games, exercise, blogging, art, music. I've decided to increase my brain power to its utmost potential. It takes dedication, time, and a heart that never gives up to do this but this is something I can consider that I am born for. I was born gifted - a constant top placer during my younger years. During my college years however, it became a downhill slide. I kept making instinctive decisions - rash and stupid in nature. But now I've found a purpose and have been reborn with a burning drive.

Short 3 Words Summary:
1. Dedication.
2. Control.
3. Rest.

I will do this until the day of my death.
I swear this on my grave.

We are the universe's greatest product.
Born to mold ourselves through chance and understanding.

-Aron

Freedom

noreply@blogger.com (Aron) — Mon, 05 Dec 2011 19:14:00 +0000

It resounds within me.
I echo back.
I believe it with all honesty.

It's not how much you use His words.
It's only how much you are willing to protect it.

For when that time truly comes, can you?

It's not that I don't believe in what you say.
It's only that I believe what He gave to me.

-Aron

Thinking

noreply@blogger.com (Aron) — Sat, 03 Dec 2011 21:32:00 +0000

Ah crap.
I'm gonna sleep in the morning again. -___-
Tonikaku, I just watched Hoshi o Ou Kodomo and gawd it's amazing.
To me, there is definitely something about the Japanese culture that manifests within their songs, literature, etc.
It emantes from their "art" and for a reason I can feel it.
Weird, I know. -___-
Still, I think it's how I was born to be. To understand such things.
Btw, Makoto Shinkai (creator of the latter title) also created 5 Centimeter Per Second.
This one is heavy on the melancholy as it involves love and life at a much ... let's say "higher concetration".

Anyway, I've realized a lot recently.
One of them is the need to sleep earlier.

The journey to forever and back.

-Aron

Board Exam 2011 October

noreply@blogger.com (Aron) — Fri, 04 Nov 2011 15:53:00 +0000

A hurdle.
A hurdle that seemed close enough that I almost saw victory.

I'm ashamed.

Just like before.

Why I ran away.

Love and Other Drugs

noreply@blogger.com (Aron) — Fri, 30 Sep 2011 15:42:00 +0000

A movie starring Anne Hathaway and Jake Gyllenhaal.
Definitely an 18+.

Anyway, Jake's character named Jamie Randall met Anne's character Maggie Murdock.
Jamie being himself sets eyes upon Maggie - a 26 year-old woman diagnosed with stage 1 Parkinson's Disease. Just google if things get all tied-up.

Skipping all those foreplay and action, there were definitely specific scenes I felt Jamie's character.
One was when Jamie got ... very nervous, hands all sweaty, tense and overly-emotional.
Maggie said "Ok. Talk to me.". Out of all Jamie's effort, there was one that struck me head on.
He said "I love you." to Maggie. "That's feels better." ...

LOL.
It was like seeing myself.
Whenever I feel like that I just say that too so it would go away.

Made me cry and think about the girl I love right now.
I'm not trying to be sappy but just like Jamie, we've been doing shit all these years.
Although I haven't been screwing with girls with my... uhh... manhood.
We've been struggling only to find the right person.
That out of all the shit in this world, we can say and feel those things to this unique person.

And yes, I miss you.
And I'm not trying to be sappy.

I love you too.
More than how much I miss you.

-Aron

How are you?

noreply@blogger.com (Aron) — Mon, 12 Sep 2011 16:36:00 +0000

It's been... days.

How are you?

I... just wanted to know what that letter meant to you.
I have put in it every corner of my hear, with all the courage that I could muster
The very least I could ask from is a reaction.

Well you did react...
...
...
... oh ok. I guess I need to answer that huh?

And I realized it was my turn.

-Aron

Too Emo

noreply@blogger.com (Aron) — Wed, 07 Sep 2011 17:53:00 +0000

Reread some of my posts since 2005.
I was really... too emotional.

I guess I am too emotional.
It's like clockwork when I fall in love.

I recently confessed to someone.
Hastily I told her I love her.
It is true but for what purpose?
To tell it? Simply tell it?
I know that she cried for a reason - a reason I hope she shall tell soon.
But for now I think I understand it a bit more.

Yes, I was too emotional.

-Aron

Test

noreply@blogger.com (Aron) — Tue, 06 Sep 2011 16:36:00 +0000

You always said that you want a person that would fight for you.

Are you testing me?

Why do we doubt?

-Aron

Decided

noreply@blogger.com (Aron) — Tue, 06 Sep 2011 15:56:00 +0000

Sorry.
Just like you who wasn't prepared for this.
I wasn't prepared for someone like you.
At the very least let me...

Oh my God...
...I'm losing the will the express.

Not because you can't hear me.
But because I don't know what to say.

-Aron

Procrastination

noreply@blogger.com (Aron) — Wed, 31 Aug 2011 14:46:00 +0000

Posting here actually is one variety of it.

I'll save my words for later.

-Aron