Saturday, July 25, 2009

deus ex machina

de⋅us ex ma⋅chi⋅na

noun

1. (in ancient Greek and Roman drama) a god introduced into a play to resolve the
entanglements of the plot.
2. any artificial or improbable device resolving the difficulties of a plot.

-it literally means "god from the machine"
-this is a plot device in which a person or thing appears "out of the blue" to help a character to overcome a seemingly insolvable difficulty.
-It refers to a sudden and unexpected resolution to a seemingly intractable problem in a plot-line. (source wikipedia.com)

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FOR SOME CRITICS:
They say that the use of this kind of plot device implies a lack of skill on the part of the author as it completely disregards the logical flow of the story and allows the author to direct the story to an unlikely conclusion in order for him to be able to deliver a palatable ending.
I SAY:
Isn't that how life really is?
We go on with this life thinking that we have all things figured out. We know what we want, we know what to do...everything makes sense, then suddenly *poof* and comes out the biggest surprise of our lives...

I used to like surprises. But right now... not so much.


Saturday, July 11, 2009

pilosopiya ni sarita sorsya #2

We can never cheat life.
In one way or another it'll get us.
And I swear, once it gets you...
you'll never be the same again.

we're only human

"My 'Angry Mode': it comes and it goes...
though it is a mystery
why I act so out of control
as to let my emotions get the best of me.
I can't help it; can't deny it.
There is anger; won't try to hide it.
Got to burn it; set it on fire.
Ashes blowin' in the sky and I wonder why..."

Thursday, July 2, 2009

law and i


"de minimis non curat lex"

... meaning the law does not concern itself with trifles.

and at this point in my life, ... I should not really concern myself with trivial matters. (sigh) I knew we were perfect for each other.

Now, to figure out if Jude can agree with me...haha :P



Wednesday, July 1, 2009

everyone googles




I Google you
late at night when I don't know what to do
I find photos
you've forgotten
you were in
put up by your friends

I Google you
when the day is done and everything is through
I read your journal
that you kept
that month in France
I've watched you dance

And I'm pleased your name is practically unique
it's only you and
a would-be PhD in Chesapeake
who writes papers on
the structure of the sun
I've read each one

I know that I
should let you fade
but there's that box
and there's your name
somehow it never makes the pain
grow less or fade or disappear
I think that I should save my soul and
I should crawl back in my hole
But it's too easy just to fold
and type your name again
I fear
I google you
Whenever I'm alone and feeling blue
And each scrap of information
That I gather
says you've found somebody new
And it really shouldn't matter
ought to blow up my computer
but instead….
I google you

*the lyrics is by Neil Gaiman. We all google.