Kill Me

Long quiz for masters class tomorrow

HAVEN'T.STUDIED.ALL.20.TOPICS.

Shitstorm Galore

This one's kinda late, but I think I  should've posted something about this a few days ago:

I blogged previously somewhere in another corner of the interwebs about my life dreams and aspirations, new-found purpose. One of those is this known linguistics conference I've been eyeing on for months. I've submitted a research proposal last May. Already planned with a topic and research methodology for that dream paper presentation, and this is what I saw on my email inbox...

*insert crying cue in 5, 4, 3...*

Rape me like Jollibee A.K.A. I have too much commitments!!!

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Teaching work, writing work, tutorial and grad school--HELP ME!!!!!!!!!

Still Breathing

It's been 3 years, and I've unforeseeably gone back here. Though this blog during my frosh days has been quite short-lived, I still appreciate the figments of memories each entry I've made and the time and experiences that helped me form them into words--forever floating in the insurmountable expanse of cyberspace. 

 Yes, blog. It's been 3 years :')

Everything has been a whirlwind. I used to feel like it would take us forever before we could get out of our self-perceived prison that is college, but now, a lot of things have changed. Many friends have been made, many friendships have been altered, and we've all grabbed that coveted diploma. Alas, we're the professionals we have always just hypothesized of back then, worrying things far more than the quizzes, assignments and exams we've had. I never expected things would come so fast, and I can say it's both exciting and saddening.

Now I'm here making a new log to mark, again, in this personal capsule of thoughts and memories, to tell that I'm here and still breathing.

[IMPORT] Rapesponsibility

It's been almost a month since summer break, and there are a few reasons to celebrate (YAY). First, it's already a year I've been formally working. Aside from that, this'll be the first time to brag online that I'm a professional teacher, finally! On the low side, though, a year has passed, yet I have no published work! For someone not in the all-rainbows and butterflies dominion of academic and social sciences, research papers are as crucial as the opening scene of some porn movie where a raging chick asks favor from a sexually-ravenous guy--plumber or technician, the usual--and it's history.

you know where this is going

[IMPORT] Primordial Phase

"No matter how much suffering you went through, you never wanted to let go of those memories."

Carnal desires, frustration fits and erratic emotions: Lingering thoughts of how I deal with my own life. Haruki Murakami (村上春樹) taught me countless lessons that greatly shifted the way I view the abysmal disposition that I have. I was introduced to a new, gaping peephole of myriad abstractions of existence, human ethics and vulnerability. I admit that having been exposed to Murakami and coming back for more is both a boon and bane. My standards of morality has been at flux in a good and a bad way. I have further matured, but also uncertain of everything around me. I have gained confidence in myself, and have lost trust in the world.

"Leave me alone, motherfuckers."

[IMPORT] Midlife Crises

No, I'm not yet an adult. Nor do I want to, yet. I used to, but everything's regret. At the end of the day, I'm time is all-powerful. As what M. Elliott Jacques prescribed when he coined the term, midlife crisis refers to a certain stage of in life filled with tribulations and regrets that soon arise after decades of dealing with work, relationships, emotions, the self, career, and going cray with debt. Below are some of the primary symptoms of when you know you're into real shit:

• Boredom and exhaustion, or frantic energy
• Self-questioning
• Daydreaming
• Irritability, unexpected anger
• Acting on alcohol, drug, food or other compulsions
• Greatly decreased or increased sexual desire
• Sexual affairs, especially with someone much younger
• Greatly decreased or increased ambition