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.