Home Early

Around 4 pm a while ago, dad was already drunk. Mum said we can't stay for long in the reunion if dad's gonna act out of control so she decided that the whole family bunch should go home early for today. Dad, without any knowledge of time and place in his critical situation, agreed. So yes we are now home thank God and everyone's safe as far as I'm concerned.

It's just that, I only had 5 bottles of beer. I mean, what the fuck, I still haven't indulged myself into alcohol and we already have to go home. Damn.

It's Christmas season anyway so why not give mum some piece of obedience, right? Haha oh yeah I'll give her what she wants for now. I want some presents from her too in return. Aside from dad being drunk, I demand something much more entertaining, not that I'm cruel or a fucker for a son. I want to enjoy Christmas since dad seldom celebrates Christmas season with us considering his field of work.

New Year's Day is another drinking day. I'm looking forward to it.

Christmas

It's been a year since I established this blog site out of thoughts I couldn't classify as acceptable to my Multiply site. I actually enjoyed reading my posts here again and again, even if the real followers of this blog aren't more than 10 (well at least in my rough estimate).

Happy holidays to all Cheetos lovers out there!

Embers

I enjoyed reading that last chapter of the novel I just published entitled "Light To A Firefly" on the other Cheetos Blogger. Take a peek and enjoy that one.

I just woke up from a good long siesta since I took an overnight at Brian's place and I didn't really sleep at all 'til morning because I was thinking of so many things. I'm kind of disoriented with my freaking out body clock and unconditional appetite.

I'll get back up anytime soon.

Watch out!

Something's cooking

Writing is a Good Friend

The day I set this Blogger account on Hiatus was actually the time I got home from Ateneo after visiting Bianca. Well, to make things short, I heard from a friend that she was not in good terms with me. And that being said, I didn't even have a single clue as to why.

A week before my visit, I asked around some common acquaintances of ours and I learned that she was mad (I couldn't find an appropriate word) at me because news reached her that I was spreading that she made me hold on to her yet I never had the slightest chance on winning her. To not further complicate this topic, I was supposedly spreading bad rumor, therefore ruining her image to the people.

News reached to me too that I was spreading this bad rumor. I was supposed to be the doer but it seemed as if I didn't know I was already doing the whatsoever thing I was supposed to be doing. I got to admit though that I don't really know what I speak about whenever I'm under the effects of too much alcohol intake (and I don't wish to be considered as well in these cases), but the big question is: WHY?

Why would I spread bad rumor about the girl I loved the most? To whom I offered all of my heart to? To whom I devoted the whole of my self to? Why would I demolish a friendship that took me effort on establishing upon good foundation? Why would I waste such relationship that I've worked my ass all throughout? Why, after investing so much time, would I want all of these to falter? Why?

Having no clear answer myself, I decided to go see Bianca. And I did. I won't be telling what happened (you better ask me personally). I got to say a little of my side and explain myself to her - I got to say sorry for all the trouble - but here's the verdict: doom.

She told me that she was able to confirm the news from 3 of my friends whom she declined to identify due to privacy. Ok I respect that. But if I was really spreading bad rumor, and I really mean SPREADING the hell of it, the whole of Ateneo should've known the whole shitload of the fucking act.

But, no.

My blockmates never heard from me. And so did my English classmates together with Bianca except for those close friends of mine on that section. And I only told my whole story to aMp people she never knew, or my close friends who got only as close to her as seeing her silhouette from afar.

And do I really spread bad rumor? If yes, beat the hell out of me the next time you see me. I mean the HELL FUCKING OUT. And I'd even thank you for that, good sir. I highly regard that beating me up as commendable, even if I'm to take great pain so as to justify my crime. I don't boast the fact that I respect women highly, but if I ever did spread bad rumor about a woman, it would be breaking my principles in life, thus, a crime to me and my world.

On the other side of the paper though, she might have overseen through the whole situation and thus believed a rather less true point of view (since I will never admit that she commits mistakes), I'd still not get angry at her. I just couldn't. Why would I?

No matter what happens, I love her as as friend. And I swear to high heavens that when I pronounce the syllables of the word "love," I fucking mean it.

The whole thing got me crushed to the ground, hopeless. It gets me depressed. "Depressed," ladies and gentlemen, since I don't find the words "fucked up" as real even though the latter phrase has always been my favorite during my screw ups in life.

And Bianca, if ever you read this, I just couldn't find the right words to tell you that's why I can't just talk to you. I don't know what to say since I think I've already said more than enough the last time we saw each other. Nevertheless, I still don't have the soul and the spirit to face you after all these. But don't worry, you can always, and I mean ALWAYS, approach me. And if ever I really did spread the rumor, kindly tell it to me again and I'll gladly accept it. And do whatever pleases you. As long as you're happy, I'm fine. It's what I've always wanted after all - your happiness, not mine. Don't worry, I'll deal with anything. :-)

Here's a tear for reality and for its death.

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Johnnie Walker had this quote "Keep Walking." I did. It got me somewhere.

Hiatus

You know what that means.

Ah Shit

Sometimes, people really get into your nerves. And if it happens... Damn, boy.

Sleep, Glorious Sleep

Sleep is glorious. It is a human being's basic form of physical regeneration from lack of sleep itself, exhaustion, whatever shit - you name it. Sleeping is the optimal form of physical rest because one temporarily stops utilizing the whole body for whatever purpose and it's just left lying down in a bed or something.

Sleep also grants mental rest as well. The mind temporarily stops thinking about the past, present and future and relieves itself of stress. The brain runs in tranquility and serenity, granting its owner the state called "peace of mind."

Moreover, sleep makes you happy.

And when you sleep, you dream. When you dream, you encounter one of the wonderful phenomena of life. When you encounter one of the wonderful phenomena of life, you wonder how wonderful life is. When you wonder how wonderful life is, you think of everything else. When you think of everything else, you get tired. When you get tired...

Do fucking sleep.

Ironic

It's very interesting why the people you trust the most...

Gives the trust you gave them back to you and tell you...

"I don't fucking care."

I don't give a shit either.

I Didn't Know That

Well here's something really cool. I once forged this thing called "heart" in the fires of enthusiasm and sincerity. It was powerful enough - being my own Excalibur to fend off impurities to the word "love." I tried to make that heart stand for true love.

Sometimes, you just lose the war.

It looks like this: this so-called heart I offered to that someone declined what I willingly gave her and she gave it back to me. So me, being dumbfounded at the time, thought that that heart would be of no use. Still, I kept it.

After several months of intense and rigorous analysis, I now conclude that this thing I worked hard for called "heart" is nothing but a stinky little piece of shit. So while I was walking home just this afternoon I threw it away. I don't know where it landed though but I hope it gets destroyed. I don't care now that it's out of me. At least I got one of my hands free.

Although I'm willing to forge another one, perhaps a stronger and more determined one, for a special someone, I'm afraid that I'd be deliberately wasting my time.

Now I know what this is: Bitterness. I should stop ranting, like, now? Yes. This ain't getting me anywhere and I'm simply igniting my own entropy.

Just Fine

Everything seems just fine. I mean, everything in my life right now is flowing smoothly and slowly through some endless vortex tunnel, or rather swirling in tranquility down a vessel of infinity towards what we call "the future." The problem with this ongoing phenomenon is that, being a body of some sort of liquid, one takes an indefinite shape and becomes relentless in velocity.

To achieve a consciousness that enables the self to be aware of such reality, reality itself should act upon the fate of a certain self - perhaps being a bottle somewhere down the path that would catch all the water and seal it within. Yet that bottle continues to flow or fall. Although relentless in speed and direction, now the water takes a definite form.

BOOM. The bottle breaks once it hits something hard. The reality breaks into the water's awareness. The water may not be hurt, but it sees what it is to be hurt and broken. This is what we call consciousness.

Now that the water is scattered into droplets, there must be some natural force that should act on it for it be able to collect itself once more into one single body and continue its trail down the path of life - be it flowing in a tunnel or swirling down a vessel. To infinity, it is.

If one is a little unlucky though, death may be that next bottle. Good luck.

Plan C

Well Plan B is already half-cooked but I think I'm going to be pitching in my indecisiveness en route to Plan C. Whatever these plans may be, I assure the 99% success of my methodologies.

The 1% is a bitch.

Shit Happens

Well technically before any major shit happens, there's usually a chain of minor shit occurrences that take place for quite some time. The bad thing with this shit minority is that you can't smell them coming. Heck, they're fucking everywhere but you just can't notice them - your sense data simply considers them as negligible.

And when the major shit is about to happen right in front of your shit-struck face, you go like "Oh motherfucker hell no this shit ain't happening." And then it happens. "Oh shit," that's what you usually tell yourself afterwards.

But there's this shit we usually term as supreme.

God, no. Save us.

Supreme Shit: You're dead.

Imagine though that I've been through one and I made it out barely alive. At least I am. And I'm telling you, you're not going to like it.

Haircut

I had one yesterday somewhere in Gateway. Oh yeah, Menage Salon! I remember. Oh well, I had to say good bye to long hair because I have to look decent at Jeimi's debut later.

It's just that, I kept the devil lock. Roll out motherfuckers. Lezzgo!

Oh Shit

That's the title of my Plurk page. Don't you just love saying that out loud especially when something comes up that terribly destroys your day? Oh shit man that sucks big time.

I had a little artsy fartsy itchy blah blah whatever you name it "fight" with mum last night because I went home pissed and fucking broke. And she didn't seem to see my point of why I was hot-headed. So much for understanding parents. I'm sick of being the one who understands people here at home ALL the fucking time. They just can't see that I'm only a human being.

What if I exist not as a human being but something else? Oh shit.

Plan B

Something's cooking. Better watch out. Better not pout.

Contentment

For some reason, I'm feeling this inner drive that propels me to be happy for no reason at all. Well, in actuality, I just realized that no matter what happens, I still have to value what I have - or at least be contented with the life I have.

Furthermore, I feel like doing a lot of school stuff this weekend. I'm kind of focusing my energy to do all the tasks I need to finish. I'm really motivated for no goddamn reason. I just feel happy and revitalized.

So yes, basically I am re-energized with optimism. I now look at the world in a very different perspective. I can see goodness from everything I encounter and I feel like I can make good out of something useless at first. I've never felt this way before.

And oh, love is out of the matter here by the way. I just felt the positive vibes of life by being a very positive person as opposed to what I was before. I am now ready to tackle reality while empowered by my trust on myself.

P.S. Do you know the word 'sarcasm?'

Optimism

Optimism is a real bullshit. But sometimes, it helps you survive... At least for quite a while - as long as reality does not bite hard.

HAHAHAHA

That's what I've been saying to myself lately. It's been days and weeks and months and I still couldn't forgive myself for being the epitome of the word stupidity (and I'm talking about extremes here). I just could not stop hating myself. It's an endlessly daily routine that I wake up with a self-inflicted anger and that I sleep self-immolated to pain.

I'd rather share it with people personally than rant it over here though. But still, it doesn't make me any less stupid than before. Fuck life for being so pointless, no, love for that matter I guess. Or is it really love? Or just a higher hierarchy of stupidity? Whatever goes.

I loathe myself for that.

Philosophy

I've been enjoying this subject. It keeps me thinking, at least thinking of other things.

25

Today is the 26th.

9:37 pm of June 25, I was taking a nap since my internet connection was fucking up. I was supposed to be celebrating, or perhaps rejoicing because of my goddamn stupidity.

Sleep is a form of celebration. Sleep not just grants a person time to restore energy and recover from the draining day to day activities but it also brings a person to a maya. It brings a person to a void where he rules all the corners of that indefinite world.

That is consciousness, my friends.

And it is what rules the human being, as opposed to what we believed in, strongly believed in, or what we wanted to believe in for that matter.

Damnation

It just ticks me off whenever I'm left only with the idea that I'm the stupidest guy on earth. And the really irritating thing with this is that it's fucking true.

Oh well.

At Last

I've published my story at http://cheetoscrunchycheddar.blogspot.com

Hope you like it.

Reverse Caffeination

4:00 pm.

I was sitting in the family room watching the "Is It Real?" show at National Geographic Channel. I was sipping coffee from my extra large mug and enjoying the lousy afternoon.

I placed my mug on the floor as soon as I consumed my drink and the next moment I saw myself lying down on the sofa. And the next moment I was asleep.

I need to drink more coffee then?

Sometimes

Sometimes you need to learn how to give up on something you were determined to acquire before. And learning that skill takes a shitload of ape crap up your balls.

It confounds you why you need to learn such ability in the first place. Wouldn't it be contradicting one's self time and time again? Or wouldn't it be retracting a goal to another starting line?

Sometimes life goes on circles. Sometimes it does not though.

The latter sounds better.

Enlightenment

As of now I'm on my way to change. Hopefully it'd be something fruitful.

Credits go to some of my friends who were always there for me whenever I needed them.

Almost Time

2 months ago I was having dinner at Yellow Cab with friends.

It was roughly the same time this blog was posted - the evening of the 25th of March.

It's been 2 months since I got dumped. Haha. Ooops. That's something worth remembering for me though.

Exhaustion

Even when you're not doing anything, life can be outright draining. Sometimes you just need to slow down a bit and ponder about the direction of your existence.

Have a break.

Busy Bee

I've been writing all this time that's why I couldn't make a decent update of what's been going on with my existence lately. I wanna keep you posted though.

So what has happened to me so far? Well, you could check out the other blogspot I have by clicking on the links section on the right pane of this page and read the story "The Devil Lock."

It's still being developed though and only 2/3 is done. Enjoy.

Fail Day

12:12 AM of April 3, I realized that the day before, April 2, was an epic fail day.

1.) I failed to wake up early to jog in the morning and I even cursed my cellphone for its alarm (which I intended to set the night before in order to help me wake up).

2.) I left our Toyota's fog lights open for 5 hours after I drove from the supermarket to purchase off some goods which drained the vehicle's battery.

3.) I cooked dinner the wrong way since I did not get the right mix of ingredients for the Milkfish and I screwed up the rice too since it's burnt when I opened its pot.

4.) The most epic of them all is that I learned from AISIS Online that I flunked my Accounting 10 course for the second time.

Good bye Ateneo.

I'm a failure.

Officer Dickhead

Officer Dickhead is one of Lamb of God's songs which is playing on my stereo right now.

I could not think of a better title and I'm hungry yet again. Well, I was supposed to go online 6 hours ago but then my smarty little brother a.k.a. bastard played DotA on our remaining PC 'cause 2 laptops have been fucked up like my life and the other desktop got disassembled because tech guys still had to remodel the interior.

So why did I not go online after bastard used the computer?

Beergin. Oh-ho happy birthday. Smartypants and dinglehead I was at the time, I slept. And when I woke up, voila, it's 3:27 am. Forget about Chantal's plans for tomorrow which I don't know 'cause I didn't get to talk to her - I just hope I'd be meeting up with the guys later.

And oh, I was even texting Bianca stupid things like:

"I think I got drunk
Nah kidding, I'm good I'm good.
Heeeheeeheeeheeeheee
I'm fly like the sky.
You see, I'm not drunk 'cause I still text well!
I'm strong."

Who the hell in his right ass would do this?

I'm an ass.

The Drive

School's over, well possibly, my chances of staying at my university too, primarily because I didn't get to drive myself... Something else did.

Emotions.

Fuck that. These so-called fancy little fuckers roaming around the realm of your heart constantly and continually screw you up in almost any situation that requires critical thinking of the mind. These fuckers instantaneously interfere with whatever is going on and change the course of history, forever.

You read that right. Forever. So FUCK it. Yeah, I'm tired of cyclical and angular bullshit that's been designing the model of my earthbound and temporal existence and I'm sick of bearing the inevitable ass jack pain of each and every day.

Kidding. Perhaps I should shift gears and propel myself to the real steering wheel and drive my existence to happiness.

The keys are missing though. And from there I've already fucked myself twice. Going thrice bitches. Long live eggheads of the world, you have nothing to lose but your balls.

I lost mine already. Well I have a third one.

Condolences

My grandpa (mother's side) passed away yesterday afternoon. It was expected.

It does not get me so depressed though. I realized that, if I were in my grandfather's position, and I died, I would not want others to weep for me and for my death. I do not want to see people crying because of me primarily due to the fact that I do not want to be a cause of sadness.

Secondly, if I die, I'd rather want people to rejoice because I have been a "good person" (if ever that would be true by the time I die hahaha) and that I have contributed many good things to this world.

Third, I'd want to pinpoint the epiphany that I passed away, and through that I've made the world a more complete one.

Rest In Peace Lolo. :-)

Of Pens and Papers

AHA yes! My last English paper for this semester is now done! I only have 2 more examinations to go and an oral defense before my semester officially ends.

However, I smell that I might get kicked out. HAHAHA. I'm just hanging with my hopes and dreams as of now since catching up with my grades would not be so probable anymore due to the lack of remaining time. I'm just thinking positive right now, and yes, positive. Yeah that's right, POSITIVE. Now.

And if a teacher confronts me with a threatening grade...

"Ma'am/Sir, what would Jesus do?"

I'm serious.

Bullshit

Spell the word "Life."

B-U-L-L-F-U-C-K-I-N-G-S-H-I-T

Wondering why it is long and shitty as that? Well metaphorically if someone asked you life you'd give him or her a bunch of bull fucking shit. So, really, you taught him or her how to spell life that way in the first place.

:)

Nothing But Stress

Indeed.

School's been wearing me out all day long. It was a Sunday, yes I know, but then all the pressure from the incoming hell week has been pushing down on me. And when I was doing my assigned tasks a while ago, a little thought from my younger brother came up and boggled me for quite a while.

I haven't played DotA for the longest time now! And when I saw li'l bro playing the game just this afternoon I was like: "Holy shit I missed a lot-- wait what the hell, there are new stuff found around the newly-released maps! And there are new age item builds for various heroes too! Dude, you've gotta play this game again... Seriously."

Nah, I've been able to stop the vice and the addiction already. Perhaps I'll just play the game occasionally with friends. That sounds better now.

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Anyway, our band's song has been successful. I don't know if the other guys would like to take it one step further but the recording sounds good enough for me.

Exit

If she taught me one thing, it has to be this one:

[The MEL formula]
Meaning + Existence = Life

Anyway, I've been tired from playing the game "Progressive Dessication." I am actually on my third and last chance before a complete game over, and I may say that I was able to play my remaining chance quite well for the last time. But before everything else finished, I chose to quit.

Exit Game?

Yes.

MELancholy.

Pathetic

Pathetic is a good song from Lamb of God. It's got good riffs and a sweet solo, and oh, the drums were really amazing.

Pathetic is an excellent description of life.

Trust me, life has never been happy, and it will never be.

Humans were doomed to be sad beings and will attain no success but failure in whatever aspect of life they may venture in to. Humans were cursed to be solitary forever for they will always be alone and alone for eternity. Humans were supposed to exist anyway - to be a mere biological existence that's an insignificant fraction of history.

That is how pathetic life is.

Simple Joys Of Life

For some reason my blogger's time won't sync with the "real" time. Blogger's time is lagging by about 16 hours behind and I don't know how to fix it yet.

Anyway, I just finished a paper and I decided to get a snack downstairs. There's this pack of Gardenia Pandesal at the dining table. I'm telling you, it has got to be one of the tastiest pandesals out there and I like it. It brings about the simple joys of life.

Ah yes, the simple joys of life...

... Reminds me of the times I was with her. Every moment dispensed into the past was all too precious - that reminiscing just one of those moments makes me smile.

Fills me with joy...

\m/

Last night, Kris, a friend of mine, brought me to a friend's place. I was supposed to go home but he told me they were writing a metal song. Due to the irresistible temptation I came along.

Ayo's place was pretty cool. The studio was not that grand but it was more than enough to accommodate a whole band, and his drum kit's pretty awesome. I got to play it for a while.

Anyway, we were writing this song about Rome VS Carthage. It was supposed to be a progressive rock song but then Kris pitched in this deathcore riff as an intro and everything else followed. I soon found myself growling HAHAHA. And when I did that, they stopped the open jam session and requested me to growl the whole song.

So I was in and all they needed was a bassist.

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Band name: My Chemical Romans
(Proposed) Song title: Immolate Carthago

Grasslands

Have you seen the African Savanna? It's one wide expanse of grass and all that. And as we all know, it is the dwelling place of one of the most fearsome predators in the planet today.

The lion

A male lion sometimes leads a whole "pride." He doesn't hunt anymore when he attains that position; he leaves the female lions the task of hunting prey for the pride.

The female lions then cautiously approach a target tactically and all of them are strategically positioned for cornering purposes. Then in the distance of around 30 meters from the target the lionesses break their own cover and make a run for it with velocities reaching about 60 kmh.

Cut the story short, it's the other way around when it comes to life.

1.) Men are ruled by their pride.
2.) Men chase the prey, but no more than a minute.

More than that and the lion dies from excessive heat energy production and extreme dehydration.

Reverse Polarity

I've heard this term from one of my favorite computer games - DotA.

It is Magnus' final skill which pulls all nearby enemies towards him then stunning them for 4 seconds and dealing great damage. Then when all nearby enemies are disabled, Magnus empowers his base damage then combines it with his splash damage that cleaves and distributes his immense offense to all those enemies. And after that he finishes it off with a wave.

This all happens in a span of 4 seconds. Magnus blinks in to your location from nowhere, and you taken by surprise cannot do anything but watch your character get owned.

Well my character underwent the same situation. It's just that, it wasn't Magnus doing the job.

I'm perpetually stunned.

Polarity

It always boils down in two: either a positive or a negative feedback.

In my case, it is highly negative. The methodology of my experiment led to a negative feedback. The electron transfer was weak and there was negligible voltage difference detected by the voltmeter so it is acceptable enough to consider that there was no electric flow dispensed into the circuit.

Perhaps I should replace the copper wires which serve as connections all throughout the circuit.

Or start with a new circuit, which is highly improbable.

Or remain stagnant with the failure of the experiment and remain indifferent with regards to the situation.

There is no solution but to withdraw the experiment without any regards to its current progress.

Happiness

Well I'm really happy 'cause at least I was able to make HER happy on the 13th and 14th of February.

Basically that's it.

She is not a sun that will blind you with beauty,
Nor is she a moon that will light you in darkness,
Nor is she a world where my heart will adhere to,
'Cause she's a universe where my world belongs to.

Yeah I told her those very words and I was glad she smiled upon hearing it. She laughed, and perhaps that's the sweetest laugh I've ever heard with my cold ears due to my heavy metal habit and all that... And her smile - it moved me. No, it stunned me. Uhhh, it stupefied me. Ermm no, I don't think so. It simply made me...

... fall, into infinity and beyond! HAHAHA!

I swear I'm gonna love her.

Please Wait

There's this certain key you pressed on your mobile phone because you wanted to execute some random function - now you can't remember what you wanted to have, but you know you want it.

Then a dialogue box pops out from the center of the screen and then consequently covers almost the whole display, and it says "Please Wait."

You wait.

What if, in the middle of the process your phone hanged? You hopelessly wait but you receive no definite response from the phone. Now your lifeline for connectivity is certainly dead. What would you do?

I'd opt to pull the battery out and restart the goddamned phone.

Try Again?

Uhhh I think the "Yes" option is unavailable so I'm left with "No."

I did opt to click on "No."

Dessicateddd! =))

Game over.

Something To Die For

I was really sleepy last night, around 11:00 pm I think, so I thought it would be better if I give in to slumber... Or perhaps, just a little nap.

A nap of around 20 minutes shall greatly increase your performance. Take driving for example. If you're oh-so-sleepy that you can't drive anymore it'd be better to stop by a gasoline station and take a nap before hitting the road again.

Having the principle in mind I tried to apply it. I set the alarm at 11:30 pm hoping that I'd be able to start out Histo then Accounting 'cause I have tests for both subjects the next day.

Voila! When I woke up it was 3:15 am. Okay this is the first time that my alarm tactics did not work - my primary alarm of Fear Factory's "Slave Labor" and my secondary alarm (set at 11:35 pm) of Van Halen's "Eruption" failed to drag my consciousness to reality.

Anyway I finished Histo at around 4:30 am. Until now I've been circulating around Multiply pages of my contacts list 'cause I think I've exhausted myself already that I wanted to have a break. But by this time, I shall be preparing for school else the traffic will hinder me from being on time for my Histo class considering that I come in late most of the time.

And oh, I've finished like 3 albums of Lamb of god just this morning: from New American Gospel, to As The Palaces Burn, to Ashes Of The Wake. I don't know if I'm going to be able to finish Sacrament before I leave. And yeah their new album's out entitled Wrath. I'm gonna have dad get me a copy. >:)

Music > Coffee

Now you've got something to die for
Now you've got something to die for
Infidel
Imperial

Lust for blood
A blind crusade
Apocalyptic
We count the days

Randy did a good job on the vocals. \m/

Dead the Second Time Around

I've been pretty much immersed in playing the game Progressive Dessication that I've lasted several levels before I reached a stage where there's this opponent right in front of me who had the snake I'm after right in his very hands. He was cuddling it, I'm sure, 'cause I was behind him... Looking hopelessly.

I think he does not even know I was there, but the snake did. Although I died the second time around, it still isn't game over for me unlike what I first thought of.

There's this indescribable feeling within me that constantly tells me to pursue my dream - to spend my 3rd and only remaining life to catch the snake or at least steal it from my opponent before my time runs out.

Go, Mike.

Whew.

Classics

It is inevitable that classical Philippine literature has been flushing down the drain of unpopularity while the likes of "Harry Potter" and "Twilight" have been finding their marks in the interest of today's readers. As pop culture emerges from every front shelf and "What's New?" corner of almost every bookstore, there's no wonder the classics get left behind.

Still, the literature itself isn't dead; it's just buried alive.

The industry of Philippine literary publications loses fame as time progresses. Add to that the fact that these classics don't get enough promotion/recognition which leaves the artists of such works equally unappreciated. In a much more straightforward sense, today's Filipino readers would not choose classical Philippine literature over foreign monkey-king stories and oh-so-cheesy tales because the latter bites to the interest better than how the former does. To make it simpler, readers don't find the interest to patronize the classics.

So how does one restore something that's almost faded and forgotten? Tackle it in a business approach. Consider the classics as a product and then think of all plausible reasons why that product was almost phased out of the industry.

To revive this product, it should be re-branded - and in the process, the output should be something that would look to be totally different in the package but terrifically the same in essence and content.

How is this assimilated? Publications are resellers. They recreate and reproduce the art so that it attains a sense of immortality - that's why those preserved in the ranks of history are called "classics." Even if they're slowly being neglected, they can still be redeemed. They simply have to flow with time and every string attached to it.

Art cannot remain stagnant. Change is the only thing that's constant. The industry and the product cannot exist without each other. If one conserves, the other cannot modernize.

Solution: Philippine literature can be imbued to any adapting art to any adaptable period of art. Today is Postmodernism. Keep the content; replace the bottle. Just make sure the elixir doesn't get contaminated.

Classics will then retrieve the share of sales they once had. Watch how the rejects of yesterday fade as quickly as they came - out-shined by the brilliance of classic masterpieces.

And doing that leads to a pretty awesome business proposal.

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Dunno if I made a decent business & economics answer with that.

Faith

The word "faith" reminds me of three words: confidence, trust and belief.

To have faith on something resonate three realities: 1.) being optimistic by being confident on something completely unsure, 2.) that something has acquired one's trust without proving itself first to be trustworthy, 3.) that something is a belief without proof.

Faith then is phony in technical terms. It is indirect and indeterminate, indefinite and immeasurable, unquantifiable and incomprehensible, and worse, it is really intangible and easily inexpressible. Yet, it still exists.

But with all of these depictions, it is absolutely indestructible. No matter how much it is disproved again and again or criticized for how nonexistent and unreal it is in substantial terms, it still remains as an immovable and irremovable long-stretching etch in the time line of human history.

The undiscovered truth is that faith is the reason for mankind's subsistence. Without faith as a reality, intellect would never have been true, life would not have been a four-letter word and the world would have been a very different place.

Without faith as a reality: 1.) Instinct would be the highest form of knowledge, which makes 2.) life equivalent to mere existence and survival, that contributes to the 3.) falseness of the world.

Faith is something that surpasses hope. Faith is the reason...

F - For
A - Anything
I - In
T - This
H - Heaven

Faith is God.

Thanks

I wasn't asking for anything, Lord.

Yesterday, when I woke up, I prayed. I simply said a thanksgiving prayer - I mean, a thank you, just for everything - everything, absolutely anything that's good or bad. It was really surprising 'cause as far as I'm concerned I haven't been into this habit for quite a while now... And yesterday morning I unconsciously made the sign of the cross and "conversed" with God.

The habit continued until today. I was like praying before and after meals, before or after every subject in school, or anything where you can insert a prayer to... Just to say thanks.

I'm not some whiny little idiot who asks for everything. I'm not great for such things - I'm not someone who deserves everything he likes. For me, a simple thanksgiving MUST suffice. It's everything for me as a mortal who's given the chance to dwell within the presence of the Almighty.

A little "thanks"

But then, He gave something I wasn't expecting and more importantly something I wasn't looking forward to. It was something where my faith and hope have abandoned.

Haha, God can rekindle any fire.

And hey God, you're one cool dude. So yeah, thanks.

Alright. Fine. I'll play your little game called "love."

The Art of Writing

Writing is not just about making correct sentence structures, using correct punctuations, forming coherent paragraphs and all that - it's more of conjuring brilliant ideas and arguments. These factors are actually the ones that give writing its purpose and is consequently what writing itself wants the readers to see.

The very essence of writing is to create something out of the writer's expression rather than to conform with the reader's interest or the critic's standards. Alienating the writer to his writing is like asking for something completely pointless, which makes the writing useless and the writer equally in shame.

Language should be a medium to freely express one's self and not a hindrance to voicing out one's thoughts. Learning how to use the language is more important than learning how to say it, for speaking something out that's meaningless forfeits the language of significance.

The very meaning of this art is making itself meaningful.

Conversely though, making an art is trying to sell people shit.

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Good enough for a reaction paper?

Ah yes, school!

Every student's dream... rather, nightmare.

Well you know, those times when a week or two of vacation flushed out every school lesson out of your mind and you're full with anxieties as to how you'd perform again - it just pisses you off repeatedly. You try to forget about it but then it haunts you all the more; the dread gradually increases with time.

But with all of these inconsistencies running through your veins, you still feel excited. You'd see all your "crushes" again and sit with them in class, be mesmerized on how twilight-ish you're supposed-to-be-love-story would be with them. You're excited to see your friends and acquaintances, their new found pounds over the holidays and all stuff they've bought and acquired.

School. There's much more to learn than the lessons of every period of every subject, every day, every week, every month, every semester, every school year, every elementary/highschool/college life.

And what we learn more than those lessons are not graded and are not even recognized by the system.

We never value our grades; they only worry us.