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Update

I'm back, y'all. Good thing I didn't lose my account details.

Meanwhile, enjoii dese gifs fur teh lulz

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

Batangas Getaway

Oh crap. I just missed six days of blogging for Pete's sake.

I had so much things fucked-up right now and I'm still trying to fix them.

The Minute Your World Stood Still: An Epic Conversation

I had some friends show me this a month ago and I think this is finally the opportunity to share it to other people.

Lose your head on this, Dan Brown.

Statistic Literacy Leads One to Tons of Idiosyncrasies

STATLIT
L84 3.0
M 0800-0930 A1706
W 0800-0930 A1702
As inscribed in my Enrollment Assessment Form or, as how we call it in our very neoclassical-clad insitution, the EAF.

[EDITED] Melancholy at Its Best

My friend Ate *ehem* Esjay's multiply site with her favorite song playing made my constant pursuit all over imeem for a copy, and as a result, I got to listen to different performances such as of Josh Kelley's soundtrack from the film A Cinderella Story (2004), Adele, Kelly Clarkson, Garth Brooks, etc. Overall, the best for me is but of Trisha Yerwood's.

MAD about Doing This

I've been rummaging around youtube on song covers by some people worth listening to and I got to pass through this really cool video of lyndonpugeda singing Mad by Ne-Yo with the astonishing hitting of the notes of the piano which really makes me so envious.

To be frank with, I really wanted to learn a couple of other musical instruments aside from bamboo flute (hahaha). But unfortunately time AND, quote and quote, laziness won't give me the opportunity to do so.

I know I've got no musical talent, as far as I'm concerned. Yet, one of my dreams is to make my own video blog while singing with a piano accompaniment. ROFL. Yeah... I think it's cool doing that sort. For real. I'm serious 'bout that :P

So here he is, and to finally bring an end to my bitterness, lyndonpugeda.

The Impromptu Shopping of a Trend Asshole

8:00 p.m.

My mom and I rushed to the mall since I needed new, decent apparels for our pictorial for the political party I'm into. [SM's 3-Day Sale is from 10.am. to 10p.m.!!!]

Disclaimer: I'm unbelievably running for the position of legislative assembly representative for my batch. Unbelievably unbelievable... And it still scares the shit out of me :P

To interpolate more details, I've been craving to buy lots of stuff I wanted for the past month. And good thing this election thing granted at least 10% of the 1/4 of what I'm dying for.

Anyway, so there we were planning what to buy, and in the end I had to ask my mom to buy me what I really wanted rather than what I needed. LOLOLOLOLOL.

Which now made me remind of a few individuals giving congenial remarks on my TeamManila shirts. Heck, I never realized they would like them by the fact that TeamManila products are already overrated through, as usual, the ever-indebtful efforts of each and every trend faggot feastfully gorging on his very ego in owning an imitated (or not?) Philippine All Stars shirt.

Disclaimer: Blogs are usually products of a person's idea and opinion, ergo, you have the least right to deprive or criticize me of my rights. And I thank you for having to appreciate that. However, I contrarily concede that I'm actually also a small part of the macro societal chunk that we all call "trend faggots." And with that I give myself a big slap on the face.

Oh well, back to my weekend assignments for now.

Construction Site. Park at Your Own Risk.

It's been a day since I had this blog. Dormant. Ad hoc.

I'm not sure if I would already advertise it (my blog) since it's pathetically with one post. I'm also not sure whether I would continue posting here knowing I might not able to religiously maintain and sustain.

But since I'm in the mood to do so, then my will be done :)

Checking on some of my friends' blog designs and crannies, I've found that mine's a bit mediocre. I'll be figuring out on customizing mine for a couple of of days (or weeks?).

I better change my blog's name as well. Quite bland.

'Till then.

Solemnity and Anarchy: A Mental Space War

It rains. It's pouring rain.

The trickling droplets of water crisply kiss with the tin roof as I write this note of ecstasy.

Anyway, enough with the cheesiness.

I just found myself wandering along the aisles of a National Bookstore--err--store and unexpectedly went across book bargains which I would say made my time-killing traipse worthwhile.

image from http://fantasicfiction.co.uk

It's obviously entitled The Killing of Worlds: Book Two of Succession by Scott Westerfield (2003).

I was struck by the fact that for the first time I was engaged in buying a book (most especially a novel) since I know I have the least expense to prance through random literary texts for the sake of entertainment.

Well let's get through with all my shitty balderdash and get to the point: it's hardbound and worth PhP50.

Still, by going through each chapter, each paragraph, once in a while, there seems to be a lot of imagination and technicality devotion spent all throughout. I like how each detail lures my mind to visualize it the most vividly I can with all the "photon cannons," "battle cruisers," and so much more highly-advanced devices only pathetic minds can perceive but not achieve.

Sci-fi is neither my least nor my most favorite, but once I get in touch with it I accumulate more excitement on what other genres could offer for me most especially fantasy.

Elaborate, I must not further do.

This isn't a book review though. And for that, you thank God.