'TNT' COME ELECTION FEVER

COUNTING THE DAYS down close to the depths of the senatorial race, which is the talk of the town, seems to speed up the public awareness in the stimulating performance of candidates come election period. This electoral hiatus gives the public a chance to choose for the right candidates by the blessings of their rational cognizance. Voters feel like children waiting for the yuletide season. But in the sultry campaigns held at the Convention Center, San Fernado Pampanga- all gleamed and reawakened not by the wordly glamor, but by the performanmce the public is expecting from them. Whether the finest words on the rostrum are not enough to satisfy change and ignite the bone of contention. Whether there are two parties, independent candidates, the call for the 'right' decision must be inflicted to our political mind-set, socio-cultural charisma, and our religious yet empowering talisman engraved in the kernel of our soul. Whether the right to suffrage is an overkill, an exaggeration for the candidates to use media for political agenda- yes its a cult of personality and I beg to disagree. There are still many ways, not to mention Montano's case.


In the steamy sunny afternoon, manifold batallions of Kapampangans carried by heavy trucks were appointed (by their buying conscience) to witness the proclamation rally of TEAM UNITY. If you were there brushing shoulders, you might get cracked like an egg and fried to perfection for a juicy sandwich in the midst of a motley crowd galloping under the blistering sun. As spicy hot speeches pricked the soft-spongy microphone, I was hearing some old school music from the banks of their vocal cords; distorted sound, broken promises. Though the crowd was jampacked like you were watching on a premier night for a blockbuster film, I coudn't help but notice to sit and look up the confetti wishing it wouln't rain for a bogus celebration, nope, whilst others were standing tall smelling the fame and victory of their bets- dunno if their there to cast their eyes on their favorite celebrities as well as former politicians who became instant celebrities, or by the food and proposed plans straight from the horses' mouths.


But then, the rally, however, ran with flying color until the finishing touch of the hour. Next to the marathon was the moment of truth, the judgment come election day, who's in and who's out? Its up to you! Don't be mesmerized by the full-blown media. There's a kind of rush. Live up to your beliefs. Remember this new explosive TNT on the block that I planted alone on the functioning celebellum of my head. Think now before time tells.

'TNT' COME ELECTION FEVER

COUNTING THE DAYS down close to the depths of the senatorial race, which is the talk of the town, seems to speed up the public awareness in the stimulating performance of candidates come election period. This electoral hiatus gives the public a chance to choose for the right candidates by the blessings of their rational cognizance. Voters feel like children waiting for the yuletide season. But in the sultry campaigns held at the Convention Center, San Fernado Pampanga- all gleamed and reawakened not by the wordly glamor, but by the performanmce the public is expecting from them. Whether the finest words on the rostrum are not enough to satisfy change and ignite the bone of contention. Whether there are two parties, independent candidates, the call for the 'right' decision must be inflicted to our political mind-set, socio-cultural charisma, and our religious yet empowering talisman engraved in the kernel of our soul. Whether the right to suffrage is an overkill, an exaggeration for the candidates to use media for political agenda- yes its a cult of personality and I beg to disagree. There are still many ways, not to mention Montano's case.


In the steamy sunny afternoon, manifold batallions of Kapampangans carried by heavy trucks were appointed (by their buying conscience) to witness the proclamation rally of TEAM UNITY. If you were there brushing shoulders, you might get cracked like an egg and fried to perfection for a juicy sandwich in the midst of a motley crowd galloping under the blistering sun. As spicy hot speeches pricked the soft-spongy microphone, I was hearing some old school music from the banks of their vocal cords; distorted sound, broken promises. Though the crowd was jampacked like you were watching on a premier night for a blockbuster film, I coudn't help but notice to sit and look up the confetti wishing it wouln't rain for a bogus celebration, nope, whilst others were standing tall smelling the fame and victory of their bets- dunno if their there to cast their eyes on their favorite celebrities as well as former politicians who became instant celebrities, or by the food and proposed plans straight from the horses' mouths.


But then, the rally, however, ran with flying color until the finishing touch of the hour. Next to the marathon was the moment of truth, the judgment come election day, who's in and who's out? Its up to you! Don't be mesmerized by the full-blown media. There's a kind of rush. Live up to your beliefs. Remember this new explosive TNT on the block that I planted alone on the functioning celebellum of my head. Think now before time tells.

'TNT' COME ELECTION FEVER

COUNTING THE DAYS down close to the depths of the senatorial race, which is the talk of the town, seems to speed up the public awareness in the stimulating performance of candidates come election period. This electoral hiatus gives the public a chance to choose for the right candidates by the blessings of their rational cognizance. Voters feel like children waiting for the yuletide season. But in the sultry campaigns held at the Convention Center, San Fernado Pampanga- all gleamed and reawakened not by the wordly glamor, but by the performanmce the public is expecting from them. Whether the finest words on the rostrum are not enough to satisfy change and ignite the bone of contention. Whether there are two parties, independent candidates, the call for the 'right' decision must be inflicted to our political mind-set, socio-cultural charisma, and our religious yet empowering talisman engraved in the kernel of our soul. Whether the right to suffrage is an overkill, an exaggeration for the candidates to use media for political agenda- yes its a cult of personality and I beg to disagree. There are still many ways, not to mention Montano's case.


In the steamy sunny afternoon, manifold batallions of Kapampangans carried by heavy trucks were appointed (by their buying donscience) to witness the proclamation rally of TEAM UNITY. If you were there brushing shoulders, you might get cracked like an egg and fried to perfection for a juicy sandwich in the midst of a motley crowd galloping under the blistering sun. As spicy hot speeches pricked the soft-spongy micrpphone, I was hearing some old school music from the banks of their vocal cords; distorted sound, broken promises. Though the crowd was jampacked like you were watching on a premier night for a blockbusted film, I coudn't help but notice to sit and look up the confetti wishing it wouln't rain for a bogus celebration, nope, whilst others were standing tall smelling the fame and victory of their bets- dunno if their there to cast their eyes on their favorite celebrities as well as former politicians who became instant celebrities, or by the food and proposed plans straight from the horses' mouths.


But then, the rally, however, ran with flying color until the finishing touch of the hour. Next to the marathon was the moment of truth, the judgment come election day, who's in and who's out? Its up to you! Don't be mesmerized by the full-blown media. There's a kind of rush. Live up to your beliefs. Remember this new explosive TNT on the block that I planted alone on the functioning celebellum of my head. Think now before time tells.

SWEET AND SOUR VALENTINES

HOW many lonely hearts crave for love? How many lucky hearts stay the same? We don't know how sweet and sour love can be. Just asking questions- answer me. On the 14th day of February, let's be merry as a cricket even if we're such lone wolves in the hood. It is not a perfect day to have a romantic date with your partner or be back once again to your old flame's arms. It is the hey-day of sharing sentiments in silence as it speaks louder than spoken words. Remember the song 'When you say nothing at all,' it is sweet because love moves in mysterious ways but sometimes sourness prevails when cold and numb is the heart for communication.

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Distance is the measure, however, of how far love digs relationships in its true colors. It is a helter-skelter move to be romantic at all times and its an insignia that love don't experience war. Love is war on the leeway to a sweet victory. Sweetness shapes the foundation of a jocund relationship, but sourness challenges that relationship to step up to the plate of time.

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There are sweet and sour valentines served to different customers in different weather condition. But I still wanna know how many lonely hearts crave for love?... how many lucky hearts stay the same? We don't know how sweet and sour love can be. Just asking questions- answer me.

TWILIGHT CINNAMON

TRUE that the 'stream-of-consciousness' style of writing as introduced by James Joyce, initially coined by psychologist William James, is an effective weapon to let the flow of thoughts river on your pen and disperse fragments of words into a lucky sheet. Blessed are the writers who have the redolent ideas ignoring any kind of errors in order to consummate free writing in full Monty. I am aware of this breakthrough in literature because it explores the paradise of the subconscious to come into reality. Oftentimes I try this without pouring much attention on grammatical errors, a terror in the city of the figurative language of this method. However it is like a meditative prayer picturing sundry ideas at the back of your head. Back to your bedside stories. Then back to reality. And like a brewing liquor there is an overflow of ideas over twilight cinnamon.

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Stream-of-consciousness is a phrase used to describe the procession of thoughts passing through the mind. But fictionist James Joyce unravels this method as a kind of selective omniscient point of view of the author. Not arranged in a logical fashion, but an array of sense impression and a bust preserved as a liberation of the human psyche.

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This method is very effective in exploring the metaphysical world and enriching the imaginative perception of things as beings over cloud cuckoo land. Sink your eyes deep into the rivers of the unreal, then on the banks there is reality you can find.