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The Price is Right

My Literature 14 teacher once said:

The best things in life are for free.

Two definitions popped out from my precise random thinking. One, to acquire something free is to acquire something priceless - something that can't be quantified with money by any means or something that has no financial basis. The other definition is this: to identify something as "best" is to identify that that thing is beyond reach because "the best" is always indefinite.

Such thinking is very pessimistic. By pertaining to the definitions above one can say that:

1. No one can get the best simply because it's the best.
2. Nothing is free because value is defined by money.

It's all sad. However, taking my cue from a friend, it all boils down to one good thing... Which is, hope.

Hope.

When a desolated earthling hopes, he will have the capacity to define what's best, what's free and what's both.

Camera: Smile!

Some people are cameras. Do you know why?

Because when they are in front of somebody, that somebody will always smile and smile - even for no reason at all. Just the presence of the "camera" makes that somebody smile. Or perhaps, he constantly says cheese. I mean, not just say "say cheese," rather, literally tell cheesy stuff that's all too well.

But actually, the one who smiles the most is the camera itself, for it is him who really captures the smile and stores it... forever. Behind that lens and that flash, beyond those batteries and circuits, beneath the darkness and the silence, lies a smile encompassed by a frame of a millisecond of time.

I think I'm a camera.

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Can't help it... Haha.

The Fangs of Despised Love

That was supposed to be a serious pun on one of the lines of the ever-popular Hamlet Soliloquy:

"The pangs of despised love,"

I want to make it straightforward - these so-called "pangs" are actually caused by "fangs." It works this way:

1. Well a guy may occasionally run onto a snake and in that unforgettable encounter the snake may bite the guy and inject a good dose of venom.
2. The traumatizing experience is usually known as "awestruck by beauty" and the venom is usually called "infatuation."
3. The guy will die if he does not get a share of an anti-venom which is usually extracted from the culpable snake itself.
4. Although there's a fair stock of anti-venom in hospitals and clinics, the guy will still run after the snake in the hope of catching it.
5. In the end, some other guy would have caught the snake and should have been enjoying the anti-venom for himself.

And when all the other victims see this they all fall to their knees, disaster-stricken, in grim despair - which may lead to a potentially fatal physiological reaction due to their very condition.

Fangs, ftw... It's as if I'm running after my favorite snake, the Inland Taipan, with its venom running in my very veins.

Game Over

Well, enough of my short-lived happiness and insensible excitement for today.

I've been playing this game called "Progressive Desiccation" for like 4 weeks now, and it seems as if some other gamer got to the finish line first, which leaves me with nothing.

Anyway, the game starts with a guy character entering an unknown and treacherous realm - of snakes and of survivors like him... But he gets a good dose of venom from a snake. The only cure to that is to find the very snake and extract its venom to formulate an anti-venom. Here's the twist though: Snakes bite multiple victims, and once a snake is caught by one character all the other victims die. Easy game over.

Horrible game.

Oh well, I can restart the game anyway. The character will always resurrect to retread the path towards desiccation and self-immolation.

2 Seconds

I can't remember what exactly happened but I knew I was looking for something.

I was in that world, a world of shades, of blacks, whites, and grays. I was moving here and there trying to look for that special something. Whatever it was, it must have been really important cause I was exhausting all means to track it down.

I was in all places feeling hopeless with my case - I started out with my room, through all the toys and figurines, compact discs, shelves and shelves of books and displays and all that... Then out of my door to the outside world, to different cities, and parks, running up and down staircases, utilizing all public transportation. It consequently ate my money, time and energy, and eventually my existence to some extent.

I was really into it. It felt as if I've traveled the world already in pursuit of this thing but I can't seem to find it absolutely anywhere. That's when I thought I'm not looking for this thing; I'm actually chasing it. But to where? and how? I don't really know the means myself, I'm just tracing it without any hint of success.

And then came a point that I was about to find it but there was this big great white shark in front of me that hit me square in the stomach with its powerful jaws. Those jaws did not give any pain but it gave me a ride for my life - Its bite was a very different sensation, as if the world turned into liquid and was being poured to some sort of vessel. And it seems I too was part of the process.

Everything was vortex space where all matter was traveling into one direction, the direction where the shark was dragging me, the place behind my back, and I don't know what it was. I knew I was traveling in speeds of thousands of lightyears... And then, kablam! Flat ground but no pain or anything, just consciousness.

2 seconds.

Although my eyes were closed I knew I was in a very familiar place. I can hear my stereo playing a CD of mine in low volume. I felt the moderate lighting of the surroundings. I'm on my bed, lying still, fully awake, frustrated cause I wasn't able to find the "thing." It even feels as if the jaws of life dissipated into thin air, but the divine wings of tragedy has already anticipated my arrival... Giving me a bitter taste of reality.

I still can't remember what the thing was. If I'm to find it, perhaps it would be somewhere beyond the realms of death.

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All allusions refer to my Multiply blogs. Digg 'em up.

Stairway to Beerdom - Descending to Infinity

Beerdom is actually a theory proposed by 3 "scientifically-inclined" people, namely Japs Tuazon (a block mate of mine), Marco Rances (a block mate and former highschool classmate), and me.

As we were walking with some block guys off to a store to buy more drinks, we incidentally and accidentally (as most discoveries were) discovered the "Beerman Law." This law is propagated by three important factors namely 1.) beer, 2.) stupidity, and 3.) the infamous domino effect.

Here's what happened. Japs bumped into the last baluster of the handrail by the stairs. Marco immediately burst into laughter due to Jap's unexplainable "high tolerance" to beer (sarcasm included), unknown to him that he was about to polish his left shoe with a little help from a puddle of water. SPLASH. And of course, it happened due to random ignorance or some coinciding stupidity at the least. To complete the domino of laughter, I too, cracked out, not knowing that there was an extra step to tread before a straight, flat ground. Thus, there was an additional domino effect of stupidity.

I forgot what happened next. Maybe we were still debating who was the most tipsy. But for sure, no one was... Which leads us to the cases of the Beerdom theory.

1.) A person knows the truth but tells otherwise, and no one accepts the claim.
2.) A person tells the truth but no one accepts the claim.
3.) Two truths contradict each other, consequently turning both to lies.
4.) Everybody knows the truth but they all deny it.
5.) Everybody had beer.

Infinity.

Birds of the Same Feather are the Same Birds

Those lines still haunt me.

Three years ago, back when I was still in high school, the time when I'm the first person to be fetched by the school bus at 5:20 am, the radio has always been tuned in at 90.7 Love Radio early in the morning. And there's this small guy who keeps on telling twisted yet funny words of wisdom every goddamn break. One of those "wise words" is the very title of this blog.

I've always thought it was a joke that's supposed to make fun of the original one: Birds of the same feather flock together.

Well, it may have been very obvious for us to notice that it actually applies to real life. But do the same-feathered birds really flock together? I mean, do they always do that? Isn't it possible that some bird would stray away and cross the road less traveled?

This kind of epiphany brings challenge to the words of wisdom - a transgression to the archetypes within human history and comprehension.

For one thing, Birds of the same feather are the same birds was not supposed to be a joke; it was supposed to sound stupid.

But then, it kind of boggles you that some bird may just have been "feathering" up all this time. That's when the joke comes in to play with the truth.

Jokes are meant, without the joker fully aware of it. Unless he's a Fool (in a Shakespearean context).

Frito-Lay makes a wide variety of snacks for you and your family.

One of those is Cheetos, made with real cheese.

If you haven't tried the flamin' hot crunchy flavor, I suggest you go get one. May I warn you though that if you're not used to this kind of flavor, you brace yourself; if you eat too much you're gonna go like:

"Shit. I didn't pay [insert price here] [insert currency here] for this."

That's when warnings (at the least) come in handy. At the back of a Cheetos pack is...

What's a Serving?

Count 21 Cheetos brand Flamin' Hot brand flavor Crunchy snacks for a taste that's bold - It's just the right amount whether you're young or old!

What more can YOU do with 21 Cheetos snacks?

Eat 20 now, save one behind your ear to snack on later.

This is my inspiration for creating a Blogger account. I'm a Multiply blogger actually and I find it enough to constantly fill in text to my blog page every now and then. It's just that, I'm saving one behind my ear to snack on later.

Well, I'm making this account basically to express the simpler side of me. If you think stuff posted here are too metaphorical or just too damn complicated compared to the simpler, concise, and clear ones posted at my Multiply site (which can be found here), may I remind you that it's really the other way around.

I'll post straightforward stuff here, and the complex ones at my Multiply. Read whatever you prefer; the context would fundamentally be the same. (Watch the word "would")

cheetosflaminghot signing out.