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Photos.
I’m supposed to be working now, though while waiting for my STR groupmates to actually go online, I’ve decided to write this short post.
It’s been my second hour looking through photos of my past, in places like dusty old albums, photos I’m tagged in on Facebook, an album here, an album there, and that occasional album on Friendster. In most of my high school photos, I’m usually shown presenting an expression of either pained indifference or a general hatred of the world, which is unsurprising as this was my usual facial expression anyway. Nevertheless, some photos do stand out:
There are a handful of photos where I actually let out a smile. In more recent parts, this was intentional; the older smiling photos were more candid. I have this one photo of me from first year side-by-side with Jelor Gallego, as if we were friends. I have a scan of a news photo from the Philippine Star way back in 2004, showing Manny Villar browsing through products at a stall I happened to be manning at a kids’ entrepreneurial workshop, one which my parents had me join for some reason. Most photos of me in albums show me squinting at the old family camera, with the very first album starting off with ultrasound scans of me in my mother’s womb.
These photos I would never forget, for the fact that they’re different, they’re what I want people to remember me by. I don’t want to be remembered as the guy who constantly looks mad at the world; I want to be the guy who couldn’t help squinting at the camera, the guy who sometimes lets out an awkward smile, the guy who made choices in his life, the guy who was actually happy with life.
I can’t change my face in any of my photos anymore, though I still have control over those photos that are soon to come.
Thus explains my recent vanity.
And, yes, I do want to be taken from my good side.
Once again.
I deleted my original blog earlier this week, but not before exporting all the contents into a handy xml file for private storage. Part of the reason for deletion was that it was extremely unlikely for me to return to the Blogger platform; as it is, I’m already immersed in Tumblr for all of my writing excursions.
It’s been mighty fine letting my thoughts out here on Tumblr, even though I, more often than not, serve as my own audience, consistently applauding after every successful performance, every published post. As my final year of high school draws near, I’m sure plenty of ideas should come my way.
Time to get ready for another shot at nothing, all the while hoping it elevates to more than just that.
Reverse graffiti.Instead of using actual spray cans, some artist are just cleaning dirt off of certain areas to make their masterpieces. And they are calling it reverse graffiti. Kind of brilliant.
Unconventional.
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At 16, you’re not supposed to know what to do with your life. Just open yourself to experiences. Remember that the courses you take in college will not define you. You can always choose a different path. A lot of my batchmates ended up doing something very different from what they were trained to do. Sky’s the limit! Don’t stress about it, just be open and it will come to you. :DMa’am Dawn Crisologo (via readysetgonow)
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Surprise..?
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So I did the groceries today…
…having received the shopping list from my dad right after review. I really didn’t mind, considering that I actually enjoyed the increased responsibility. I got the job done without delay, while sneaking in some personal goods here and there, including some four full bags of Lays (don’t judge me, it’s my passion). Nothing too hard: some seasoning, cooking oil, vegetables, and two kilograms of meat.
I’d have to say, I felt confident: confident that I would soon be a proper functioning member of society. ‘If this is how adulthood feels like, then I’m ready any day…’ or so I thought.
Unsettling.
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I stumbled on this unsettling story of an obscure Pokémon bootleg/art-hack that I thought might be neat to share on here. I think this originated from 4chan, so I’ve no idea if this hack actually exists. It probably doesn’t, but it’s still a great concept/tale!:
I’m what you could call a collector of bootleg Pokémon games. Pokémon Diamond & Jade, Chaos Black, etc. It’s amazing the frequency with which you can find them at pawnshops, Goodwill, flea markets, and such.
They’re generally fun; even if they are unplayable (which they often are), the mistranslations and poor quality make them unintentionally humorous.
I’ve been able to find most of the ones that I’ve played online, but there’s one that I haven’t seen any mention of. I bought it at a flea market about five years ago.
This story began to make its rounds over forums and messageboards some years ago; chances are, you may have even read this before. Further research on my side revealed that no such bootleg ROM actually existed.
I went over this story the first time the previous night, and, pardon my French, ‘shit scared the fuck out of me. Needless to say, I barely got any sleep that night, my mind racing through what was described as the final battle with Ghost, the reality of life and death in what was once childlike play.
Perhaps its disconcerting tone stems from the fact that the alleged ROM reveals a dark quality to what was a good part of your childhood, like finding out that your hometown hero was a drug addict, or that B1 and B2 were just two strangers in banana costumes. When you thought you had fainted them, you had actually killed. You’re even forced to pay for your actions at the end of the game, in essence killing even you.
It simply enough shakes the very foundation of said good part of childhood. It’s a pity it never really existed in the real world. If it did, I would have called it brilliant. If it didn’t, it’s only a matter of time before someone decides to recreate the ROM for real.
