The Square Peg
Tuesday, May 29
I've been hooked up on TV sitcoms lately, the ones portraying a dysfinctional family going through with the hassles of daily life and their crazy and often moronic antics. Why? Not because I derive pleasure from their somewhat slapstick humor, I'm no masochist (though I sometimes think I am), nor is it because of the clever repartee between the sophists of the show. It's just that, I sometimes think that I'll fit in seamlessly in those families.
It's not that I hate my family, don't get me wrong. They're probably where my sanity is harbored. The world could screw itself over and over again for all I care, so long as my family's safe and sound (theoretically). But I just am, undeniably, the scorched one among the herd, the anomaly in the equation, the fluctuation in the patterns, i.e., the family's black sheep. I'm not the angsty rebellious teen stoned with speed, meth, and/or blue devil (although I used to be, minus all the drugs), I'm just the queer (not in the homosexual context), the one who doesn't belong, the one who often feels that there is a huge rift between himself and his family, a gap that cannot be bridged by mere words, tears, or wounds. Lately I've decided not so much as to go with the flow, but rather, be shoved and dragged with it. It's not that my parents beat me down to blood and pulp, nor do they choke me by withholding resources and priveleges, they have, if anything have been gracious. I just am the abnormality, and that's that.
You may be able to fit a square peg into a round hole if you hammer it hard enough, but that doesn't mean that it belongs there.
Labels: family
thrown by A.Paul @ 00:00,
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A petty excuse for an entry
Monday, May 21
Your Score: Hiro Nakamura
You scored 50 Idealism, 62 Nonconformity, 41 Nerdiness
Congratulations, you're Hiro Nakamura! You're a high-minded idealist, a huge nerd, and you enjoy being a unique and special person. Your combination of positive personality traits makes you impossibly lovable, and your energy and enthusiasm are absolutely infectious. Your dedication to any mission you take on, in addition to your cheerful sense of humor, are qualities anyone should be proud to have.
Your best quality: Spunk
Your worst quality: You are too cute. Some people may not be able to handle it.
i'm excited as hell for the season finale, although with each passing episode, I can't help but see its uncanny resemblance to X-men. But what the hell, X-men wannabe or not, the show's really kickass.
Labels: crap
thrown by A.Paul @ 11:09,
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Last day of the carnival! Or maybe not...
Monday, May 14
Finally, the hype is coming to an end. No more loud irritating badly-sung campaign jingles. No more annoying "supporters"/paid minions sticking crappy photos on your wall without even asking for permission. No more cheesy and badly shot Pichay ads. No more lame Trillanes posters and that corny TV ad about him being a martyr by sacrificing his own freedom for the "sake" of our country. And finally no more blabbermouths dishing out clichés and shibboleths about tis and tat, making horrible promises along the way. From this day forward, peace will once more rule the streets. Or at least until 2010.
But this also marks the start of yet another "gala" event. With so many actors, singers, performers, etc, otherwise known as people-without-an-inkling-of-how-to-govern-properly running for public office, it is inevitable that some of them would win, cleanly or dirtily. Thus, more monkeys would be at the helm ( as if DOJ's Gonzalez was not enough), and viola, we just took another big step towards a banana republic.
But that's not all! in the next few months, expect the news to cover (mostly wild and insane) stories which would reflect that in Philippine politics, you should never admit defeat, but instead spew out lies about how you were cheated.
And to cap it all off, here are some ads that should have really seen the light of day.
thrown by A.Paul @ 15:10,
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Falling
Wednesday, May 9
"Why do we fall, Master Bruce? To learn how to pick our selves up."
-Alfred to Bruce Wayne
It should be the last thing on my mind right now, but today, during one of my bouts with a really bad case of drowsiness (after not being able to sleep last night, not to mention this cheesy song that got super-glued to my brain), I was finally wasted enough to think of something as mushy as love ( I must be really stoned, because love is always mushy, LOL).
Loving someone never leaves you untouched, unchanged, unscathed. And i guess that's why they call it "falling in love", because that's exactly how it is, a suicidal jump down a hundred storey skyscraper. The fall feels good; the excitement, the exhilaration, the sudden rush of blood to the head, the bittersweet satisfaction of facing death and looking it in the eye. But we all know, it's not the fall that kills you, it's the sudden stop at the end...
So, that's how we hopeless romantics are, a bunch of people living on the edge, waiting for that special person who would push them over the edge, praying that if that ever happens, that same person's arms will be waiting for them at the bottom. But if not, pray that they may have enough strength to pick-up the shattered pieces of their lives and be able to haul themselves back up to face another day.
Image by Jorge C.
thrown by A.Paul @ 16:53,
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Ineffable
Sunday, May 6
The netherworld is asleep
Basked in the unholiness of its deathly silence
Undaunted by the heavy dragged footsteps
of a shadow lost in the funereal depths of the abyss
The misshapen creature cries in anguish but nothing heeds him
The walls consume his cries, sapping him of his essence
He shudders as he clutches the feather in his hand
A malevolent gift from a fallen angel
Deprived of a single drop of ink the emotions find no release
They reverberate throughout his carcass, pulsating and throbbing
Swelling to the point of climax and imploding
Leaving a void shaped in the likeness of man
The spectre slits its throat with the feather
And the dark figure relishes the euphoria of its self-inflicted pain
But there are no streams of vivid maroon gushing out
Because blood no longer flows in its deathless veins
Alone, desperate, and nearly insipid
The Hollow furiously etches its unanswered screams into its skin
But all is futile, as its flesh crumbles away into ash, disappearing
As if his existence was but a flicker of light in the darkness of the universe
Labels: uninspired
thrown by A.Paul @ 10:22,
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Tatu
Wednesday, May 2
That's the name of my dog. I dunno why but I suddenly remembered his name. This is a sort of memorial I guess, for him and all his incarnates.
| You Are a Dalmatian Puppy |
 Kind, bright, and very energetic. Firemen love to pat your little head. |
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