Dear blog, I already owe you a lot of stories. Let me first start with academics.
I made it to the Dean's List this past semester and my average almost hit a B+ so fucking close that the difference was only a decimal. I am not that grade conscious however, and I am quite contented with this result considering my lousy academic performance.
The next most exciting thing would probably be the semestral break because I've been inside my house a.k.a. modern warzone for three weeks and I only went out during Fridays for drinking trips and during the days allotted for school enrollment and enlistment. The most exhilarating saga of this vacation would be the daily bum routine of wake up - breakfast - Facebook - lunch -Facebook -dinner - Facebook - DotA until my eyes give out - sleep. This is masterfully executed almost every single day.
Aside from those, there are nothing more to tell because you've probably dozed your ass off to bed. Such stories could bore you to death, and being the main character in all those quite put me in the most optimistic state in life.
You can notice that most blog posts here are tagged as "awesome" because they really are, in the truest sense, the opposite actually, which ironically makes it awesome in the truthful sense, or whatever. Let's just say that the world is awesome because Discovery Channel says so. You're awesome too.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Saturday, October 23, 2010
My 20th Year on Earth Begins
So, hello dear blog. It has been more than a month already since I posted an entry on your virtual memory. I have been "celebrating" my birth day today in the most fashionable way possible and towards the end of it, I thought that this wonderful day is something absolutely remarkable, and thus deserving of a blog post.
Of course, this is an extreme sarcasm. What can you do with an empty wallet and an empty family anyway? Besides, we've been in "The Octagon" the whole day (alluding to UFC).
Not to rant in a sense though, I honestly think that somehow, a supreme being or a prime cause omniscient watching over us likes to play games. I mean, he gives you this problem, followed by this, and another one, and another one over there, and additionally a consequent problem just there, and yet another endless chain of reactions - which sums up to him fucking you up. Goodness is indeed a gift possessed by the weak. The truth is, there's nothing sensible in attaining the general good; it's just a cover up of one's inability to cope up with reality.
This is an essential lesson I've learned for the past 19 years I have been existing in this happy happy god-forsaken land. It is a question if I should be living up to the ideals of goodness, or try lending an ear to the other side within. Oh wait, let me flip a coin.
Let's wait 'til it gets back. A bird called "Intellect" caught it up there.
Of course, this is an extreme sarcasm. What can you do with an empty wallet and an empty family anyway? Besides, we've been in "The Octagon" the whole day (alluding to UFC).
Not to rant in a sense though, I honestly think that somehow, a supreme being or a prime cause omniscient watching over us likes to play games. I mean, he gives you this problem, followed by this, and another one, and another one over there, and additionally a consequent problem just there, and yet another endless chain of reactions - which sums up to him fucking you up. Goodness is indeed a gift possessed by the weak. The truth is, there's nothing sensible in attaining the general good; it's just a cover up of one's inability to cope up with reality.
This is an essential lesson I've learned for the past 19 years I have been existing in this happy happy god-forsaken land. It is a question if I should be living up to the ideals of goodness, or try lending an ear to the other side within. Oh wait, let me flip a coin.
Let's wait 'til it gets back. A bird called "Intellect" caught it up there.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Q&A Portion
After several days I've finally received an answer I've been hoping for, and it was in a form of a surprise. Well, majority of answers come in such form, but then some just hit you on the spot that you seem unable to find a proper reaction at that exact moment. And no matter how much you do not want to receive the answer ironically since the question has always been an agony for the time being, you whole-heartedly accept the goddamn answer and you finally decide not to react but just cherish it.
Before this entry goes cheesy, I'd just like to say that I am quite amazed by how questions find their answers at perfect moments. It's like a game of hide and seek - the thrill of the question's quest never fails to instigate a story. Stories rooted from these forms are quite common, but there's just one fucking piece of an answer that makes all the difference. Among a million questions solved, there's that one epic question that stands out.
There's that one long chain of events where I've promoted myself to the ranks of stupidity. I honestly think though that it is actually luckier, looking like a complete dumbfuck and such, rather than seeing the reality falter together with faith because of an unanswerable question. Truth is, questions always do have answers. It's just fun to have a question answered by a question while the question is looking for its respective answer.
Before I continue blabbing shit here and not make any more sense, I have a question.
Do you have your answer?
Before this entry goes cheesy, I'd just like to say that I am quite amazed by how questions find their answers at perfect moments. It's like a game of hide and seek - the thrill of the question's quest never fails to instigate a story. Stories rooted from these forms are quite common, but there's just one fucking piece of an answer that makes all the difference. Among a million questions solved, there's that one epic question that stands out.
There's that one long chain of events where I've promoted myself to the ranks of stupidity. I honestly think though that it is actually luckier, looking like a complete dumbfuck and such, rather than seeing the reality falter together with faith because of an unanswerable question. Truth is, questions always do have answers. It's just fun to have a question answered by a question while the question is looking for its respective answer.
Before I continue blabbing shit here and not make any more sense, I have a question.
Do you have your answer?
Monday, August 30, 2010
Diffusal
Damn it when Medusa's graze purges a man's soul out of his mortal form. It renders the victim completely powerless, or simply put, devoid of life. As tantalizing the latter seems to be, those turned to stone are usually drowned in some sea of reality and then torn asunder by truth.
That truth though is highly debatable because all truths are subjective - subjective in a sense that there has to be one perpendicularity among all parallelisms that would make the slightest of differences between perspectives. And when one perspective strays into the dark wood of error, as Dante puts it, he should be assailed by his own beasts. He should then expect his Virgil to come up anytime soon and save his ass. If Virgil doesn't show up, the man of a victim needs some alcohol. Credits to Medusa for doing a good job.
That truth though is highly debatable because all truths are subjective - subjective in a sense that there has to be one perpendicularity among all parallelisms that would make the slightest of differences between perspectives. And when one perspective strays into the dark wood of error, as Dante puts it, he should be assailed by his own beasts. He should then expect his Virgil to come up anytime soon and save his ass. If Virgil doesn't show up, the man of a victim needs some alcohol. Credits to Medusa for doing a good job.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Analysis
Sometimes, you don't need this thing.
People tend to over-analyze things when something unwanted comes up along the road and blocks their path to their goddamn enlightenment. Man's rationality then becomes his own weakness and stupidity. Consequently, man either falls to his own demise through the void of his emotions - which means that he won't be making any sense for the days to come. If his luck continues, he might be spending much more time contemplating on unreliable thoughts. We can't do anything about it 'cause man usually feels like shit during his alone time.
People tend to over-analyze things when something unwanted comes up along the road and blocks their path to their goddamn enlightenment. Man's rationality then becomes his own weakness and stupidity. Consequently, man either falls to his own demise through the void of his emotions - which means that he won't be making any sense for the days to come. If his luck continues, he might be spending much more time contemplating on unreliable thoughts. We can't do anything about it 'cause man usually feels like shit during his alone time.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Pretty Legit
I had like 9 servings of 1/4 chicken last night at Max's and I must say that I shall abstain from such food in a span of 10 days. I feel like puking whenever a chicken meal comes to mind. I was able to maximize my 165 bucks though because it's the charge for the "Chicken-all-you-want" promo, and a basic chicken meal costs around 140. So I had 9 of those, minus a cup of rice and a side dish which aren't included in the 165 promo. Ah I hope I'm making sense now 'cause I type what comes to mind since she's talking to me. Gotta go now. Things seem pretty legit at the moment.
Monday, July 12, 2010
28 Days Later, Almost
I haven't blogged for a while because 24 hours a day seem to be a short while. Day after day I've been suffering from Jurassic technology and snail speed travel and I haven't found the time to write even just for myself, which is this blog site for that matter. And because academics and Cupid's missions have been interfering my daily routine as well, I wasn't able to open my Blogger account for several weeks.
Yet here I am again unable to quit smoking. But I've lessened it drastically - I only had 5 sticks for the past week. Isn't that great for a change? At least I don't average 60 sticks a day anymore.
On to more intimate things, it's getting better. I feel the vibes. And I feel that you do get what I'm talking about. And if ever you understood what this is about, good for you.
Yet here I am again unable to quit smoking. But I've lessened it drastically - I only had 5 sticks for the past week. Isn't that great for a change? At least I don't average 60 sticks a day anymore.
On to more intimate things, it's getting better. I feel the vibes. And I feel that you do get what I'm talking about. And if ever you understood what this is about, good for you.
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