August 2011
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July 2011
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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,...
June 2011
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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...
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“At 16, you’re not supposed to know what to do with your life. Just open yourself...”
– Ma’am Dawn Crisologo (via readysetgonow)
May 2011
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itsthelexie asked: OMG YOU'RE USING TUMBLR AGAIN?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!
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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,...
Unsettling.
via tinycartridge:
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...
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Probably sleep deprived.
There is an incessant banging of metal outside my house. I’d rather not go outside and check on it.
Retired last night at around two-thirty in the morning after multiple card games and a great deal of conversation on my part. Woke up this morning at five-thirty, started my day with four rounds of solitaire while waiting for everyone else to wake up. Ended up with a total of three hours of...
April 2011
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“…imagine a puddle waking up one morning and thinking, ‘This is an...”
– Douglas Adams
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“Pain is the proof of love; you cannot be hurt unless you care.”
– Bartholomew
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Via Crucis
Six hours and a ferry ride away pretty much sums up the state of my “isolation.” Now, seated here in a quaint hotel lobby quietly tapping away on my iPod, I write. Typing though, is hard on a touchscreen, going so far as to severely limit my thought process; but that’s enough for excuses. It’s time to pour it out. (Mind the length, though. This one should go a relatively...
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“Does the end make the struggle worthwhile, or is it the struggle that makes the...”
– (via readysetgonow)
Preparation.
A call comes in. My father — always the insistent one — reminds me a third time to get my bags packing. We’re once again set to go out over the next four days, with me at the mercy of every other member of the family dragging me along. In fact, I’m supposed to be packing right now; I’ll just squeeze this post out first.
I hate going out just as much as I hate staying home. My...
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On posting.
HEEEEEY, You’re back. But I doubt it will be for long.
My hands still hurt from that long needed three-hour practice session on the driving range. Even that isn’t stopping me from writing this relatively lengthy reply. And this time, I’m intent on staying. Maybe give or take a few years, it’s still gonna be for an extensive period of time.
My productivity these days is...
“Bawal magkamali eh, walang cheat codes sa real life.”
– Kim Palomique (2011)
Waiting.
There is an inexplicable sense of desolation in my room. Couple that with the very much overlooked lack of ventilation and you have possibly the least comfortable place to be in my house. Here I sit, at my desk. Clicking. Refreshing a page here and there. Pulling up one song, listening to pass the time, only to end up in complete silence once again due to the fact that I’ve failed to build...
October 2010
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Frankly, I'm inspired.
I’ve been on an online hiatus for months. Six months, to be exact.
-ish.
To put it forward, the reason why I fell out of all of my online activities six months ago was that I didn’t feel any indication that I was heard. I had no reason to go out there anymore.
Soon, I started to lie low. All of the three main platforms I had once nestled into soon became empty, save for that...