Looks like I'm really in the wrong field after all...
Wednesday, October 17
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thrown by A.Paul @ 12:31,
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Pardon the crappiness....
Wednesday, August 8
64%
Hell week's coming up (though it has been delayed by the severe weather, and there's very little time to spare for the past few weeks. Nuff said.
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thrown by A.Paul @ 22:03,
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Noms
Sunday, July 15
It's almost 3am and I'm still awake, wasting precious time on the net when I should be finishing my rdr and a couple of papers... Just de-stressing, don't have time yet to "write", but I'll get there, I can feel the creative juices clogging up my veins, or I might just be real groggy and sleepy. Damn, that cyborg sounds like some homo femme fatale.
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thrown by A.Paul @ 02:29,
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Underrated
Saturday, July 7
This rating was determined based on the presence of the following words:
crap (5x) shit(3x) death(2x) strangle(1x)
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thrown by A.Paul @ 15:19,
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Offkey
Friday, July 6
After 18 years of having to stomach living with myself, it's irritating yet honestly amusing to find out there's still a handful of things I don't know about myself. There was that sadness (along with guilty relief) during that "moment of truth" when I realized I was allergic to beer (or anything even mildly alcoholic for that matter), and then today I "discovered" a new muscle in the back of my head, that allows me to twitch my ears to beat of a tune. It was friggin cool at first, until I lost control and my ears were jerking at the slightest movement of my head, and then it spread down to my mouth, were a thin strand of muscle in my neck went into convulsive spasms, making my lower lip twitch almost uncontrollably.
But what really surprised me today was the fact that I was able to last through the day with just some coins and bills barely amounting to a hundred pesos. The grogginess and sullenness took over my early morning rituals and made me forget about my can of cold coffee and my budget for the day. I only realized that I forgot to take the money from my drawer by noon, and I only had a few coins roughly worth 30 pesos after taking my lunch. Although it only takes a short 7 pesos jeep ride to get back to my boarding house, I felt queasy as I'm not used to having, or rather, not having at least 200 pesos in my wallet. (Now, I'm no rich fat ass brat, it's just something I've hardwired to my brain ever since high school. During those times, I had to commute everyday from Cavite to Manila and vice versa, so it was only perfectly sensible to keep a decent amount of cash handy since I'm a few hundred miles away from home. And now that I'm in college, I almost always make it a point to have at least 500 pesos in my wallet just in case an emergency pops up or on the rare occasion that I feel a loose grip on money.)
And it was during those moments that thoughts of sickly beggars and the demented "taong grasa" began to playfully swirl in my mind creating a concoction of a fear, amusement, and delirium, and gradually forming an elaborate plot of a whimsical future-past: My bag gets slashed at the exact spot where my coins are kept, then I run after the thief to bash his head open, only to lose him in the chase and I find myself in a distant and unknown public plaza filled with the homeless. I fumble my pockets to phone my father but the phone is no longer there, only a big hole down the end of the pocket. I pull my hand out and gasp in surprise to see it scarred and marred with dirt and sweat. In a puddle I see my reflection, I have long unkempt hair, a beard, and a moustache, and I've aged years."
I've always wondered about beggars, about their past and origins, and on how they've fallen through the cracks in our society. They, after all are part of that big 75% of our national population who live in poverty, and they probably have been living like that for over a decade. And yet, nobody has really done anything about it.... including me.
thrown by A.Paul @ 19:25,
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Disconnect and Self-destruct one bullet at a time
Saturday, June 30
I’m all spent and worn out, like a wad of candle wax lying where a candle was a just a few hours before. And to top it all off, volatile ideas once more formed in my mind, like mists of smoke dancing to the tune of seduction, only to vanish before I even got the chance to stain the paper with my mind.
The past week has easily been a hell week for me, not because of academics(although I’d like to point out just how surprisingly heavy this sem’s load is compared to last year), but because of too much free time. Not exactly free time, wasted time to be more precise, that stemmed from my non-existent time management skills. And it was during those idle ill-wasted hours that my mind started to rot.
The past week now just seems distant and blurry, as if the events in my life were just some part of a movie I’m subserviently watching. All I remember is being pissed off at one thing or another, and then just silence and emptiness after all the hatred and rage has chewed up and burnt up my insides. At one point, I think I was suicidal, but there was no bitterness or resignation, just the dull ache of the afterimage of these emotions. It wasn’t about not being able to withstand the pressures of life, in fact it seemed that life has lost its hassles, and it was just clear that death is inevitable, and what happens between birth and death is simply insignificant. So why don’t we just speed things up?
I dunno what’s wrong with me...
It might as well be thinking that something’s wrong with me.
thrown by A.Paul @ 00:09,
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See, I told ya i wasn't addicted -- well, not very much
Thursday, June 7
| You Are 73% Addicted to the Internet |
 In your opinion, life without the internet is hardly worth living. Could be, but you probably need a bit more fresh air and sunshine to think clearly. |
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thrown by A.Paul @ 15:10,
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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.
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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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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. |
thrown by A.Paul @ 17:49,
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Makeover
Wednesday, April 4
Well, the heat, boredom, the solemnity of this week, and my lackluster reaction to games after having just finished one, have taken their toll. Finally! After months of delay and muttering to myself that I'll do it the next week or so, I finally summoned up enough energy to tweak around my blog's code. I originally planned to finish it and unveil this crap to the world on this blog's anniversary, but hell my fingers were just itching. Besides, it wasn't much work after all...
So... Uhm... Wihoo!
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