Saturday, December 12, 2009


Labels, stereotypes, and generalization
All fit for scanning to judge us all
Grouped like items for inventory

Preset judgments to show our "worth"
As people pile them for their ignorance
Not bothering to look inside the package

Using the actions of a few for the whole
And quickly evaluating who we are
Looking over without a caring glance

Set in wha seems like a global market
As some total is rung for our exterior
Drawn from a white square with black lines

Trying to show that people are individual
Each with their own qualities and dreams
Shedding the barcode that those people gave

Friday, December 4, 2009

This post is about nothing

This poem is about nothing
Nothing is more beautiful than nothing
The serenity of silence hold life's unlocked keys
The light loose lingering feeling you get when nothing leaves

Some people think that nothing isn't anything
But there's just pessimist
Because nothing really is something
Just ask any nonconformist

Some of my favorite memories
Happen when I'm swinging on a swing on tall trees
I wish the happiness I feel in this moment would seize
The breeze puts me as ease, where would I be without friends like these?

Ever since I was little a lad
I was seldom happy, yet was  never sad
Never led a group but never followed a fad
Nothing made me satisfied, nothing made me glad

When something hard was over I felt relieved
But it was always shortlived and soon I was decieved
The system failed me, I once believed
But I know now it's takes more than dreams to succeed

I wish life's answers were written on my hands
And it's solutions on my sleeves
Like the hourglass leaking grains of sand
Happiness is sometimes left for time to achieve

Nothing irritates me more than a hypocrite
But some times I feel as if I'm the biggest creep
And nothing negates me more than my own words
We are surrounded by false pretences and fake rewards

We lived in the lime light and hid when the sun was shining
Happiness is in unfabricated truths and whats under the lining
My mind is not blind, what's the point in confining
The truth is in front of us, its realism is defining

Nothing is like stroke of genius but its more like a flast of lightening
Nothing is intelligent and brilliance is frightening
The morning sun rises the day is brightening
Yet ignorance is darkness and it's bliss is enlightening

In a world where everything is symbolic of something else
Open you eyes now, what does nothing symbolize?
Nothing is everything that ever was surmised
Lies compared, your lips eyes and thighs, the lows and the highs

But I guess to be great is to be misunderstood
So said emerson
And I'd try to explain it if i could
But maybe nothing is different in every person

And we know more time will pass
A lot more nothing will elapse
Bridges fall and walls will collapse
Maybe you too will find happiness perhaps

Some say nothing lasts forever
But nothing has no end so it'll go on forever
Or maybe it has yet to begin
But in the end it'll be the same place it started
Right in the middle of things

I changed through time, through eyes that could never bend
To the death I'd defend because around you I don't need to pretend
This happiness I can't quite comprehend
I know its right because through time it transcends
I find happiness in nothing and thats where it ends
But to me nothing is everything that's why I find happiness in my friends

Tuesday, December 1, 2009


Every once in awhile, i will fredbricate words that i think it's pretty cool or worthwhile to jot it down. Awesomemore, for instance, is one of them.

awe·some (ôsmmôr)

1) Inspiring awe that urges for more dosage of awes: An awesomemore pasta 
2) Expressing awe that urges for more expressions: Stood in awesomemore silence before mankind invented fire.

3) Slang More outstanding than outstanding; Remarkable than remarkable: An awesomemore football match that is beyond sport. 

awesomemore·ly adv.
awesomemore·ness n.
"This is so awesome that, it is awesomemore".

I shall document this under the labels of 'articulation' and 'vofredbulary'.


17 Months

17 months of inconsistent chantings and occasional remunerations, I have finally managed to resurrect this blog. I feels strange to blog again. It is like a retired astronaut going back up on space or like a domesticated iguana heading back to the wild again. 

It is rather electrifying I must say.

During this 17 months of silence in the blogosphere, I have learned to blog offline, e.g., on the wall behind my forehead, unto the synapses of my friends through aural means, through caressing my dogs or behind the chair.

And, I have learned that 'blogging' in life has its moments and you would still need to resort back to technology. It helps when you can link proper imageries, videos and resources for referencing purposes without parachuting your points along with saliva. It is also helpful that you can draft, save and re-edit your work wherein real life even if you attempt to rephrase you cant undo what was said before.

As a token for the resurrection of 'Space for Fredbrication' which is now an 'undead' blog, I have made an oath that I will trade my blood and food (for thought) for the continuity of the Fredbrication. Let's pray that I would have the determination for that.

Anyway, here's a little haiku I just spat out of my cortex.

"Can Opener"

Ripping away walls
That are obstacles to goal
Break adversity


Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Stupid questions? Smart questions?

If there are no stupid questions, then what kind of questions do stupid people ask? Do they get smart just in time to ask questions?

How does one address to a smart question? Can he reply with a stupid answer?

Some questions are meant not to be answered, then is it still a question itself?

How stupid is a stupid question, when there is only measurement for intelligence but none for stupidity? Or does it work in parellel?

Why is an alarm clock going "off" when it actually turns on?

If an ambulance is on its way to save someone, and it runs someone over, does it stop to help them?

Why do people point to their wrist when asking for the time, but people don't point to their crotch when they ask where the bathroom is?

Why does mineral water that has "trickled through mountains for centuries" go out of date next year?
Why do they call it taking a dump? Shouldn't it be leaving a dump?

How come you press harder on a remote control when you know the battery is dying?

Why oh Why?

Sunday, June 15, 2008

Rude or Be-ruded

I bet all of you have encountered this before, meeting someone who is utterly rude and at times ridiculously unreasonable which then leads to the question that, how can a human be such a bitch?

My mind usually comes to a quick analysis on entities like this when I met any of them personally, they might be high in their ego-boost, a point to prove, you might accidentally begrudged this person when you were 6 in the kindergarten, etc etc, there might be many reasons...

But i cant find a reason why someone can still be so rude even under the pressure of public observation, say in the middle of the cinema Q and says hey, "I don't like your shirt (pointing at a Chelsea Jersey some poor guy is wearing), go get a change"

And i really don't understand why someone could actually backdown on this kinda 'request'

As that poor guy really just literally ran away with his partner.. and wow..

If he could have at least show some guts to retaliate, I am more glad than willing to assist him in a polite-manners.

Really.. this kinda ppl and that kinda ppl kinda sicken me a little while..

In this case, I screw the old saying of 'One of the greatest victories you can gain over someone is to beat him at politeness'.

If i was the one wearing that blue jersey, I will pay him an eye for an eye.

Sunday, June 8, 2008

Making money

There are so many ways to earn a living, from hunting, cooking, prostitution, to a more sophisticated method such as selling ideas, knowledge to even selling virtual space (websites).

With the due upcoming hike in daily expenses and all, many thought of growing their own 'business tree' by looking for a solution or an alternative to what they have been doing ever since to earn some butter money.

Some resolve to MLM, some to additional freelance work, some keep hoping around into diff corps.

Well, this is how the financial world is growing at the moment, for the fresh generation like us.

You see any tiny hole that you might be able to squeeze something out of it, you try.

Well, I wonder who gets the greener side of it from the sudden burst of talent in the market.

Finance is the art of passing currency from hand to hand until it finally disappears.


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