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1. Click here. The first random Wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.

2. Click here. The last four words of the very last quote of the page is the title of your first album.
(If you want to do this again, you'll hit refresh to generate new quotes, because clicking the quotes link again will just give you the same quotes over and over again.)

3. Click here. Third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.

4. Click here. The first ten links you end up in (minus the .coms) are your 10 song titles.

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This is what I got:

BAND NAME: Komagata Maru
ALBUM: Cynicism Is What Follows
ALBUM PICTURE: http://www.flickr.com/photos/lothians/2670666767/
ALBUM TRACKS:
1. Brown Stoner
2. Face Party
3. Untitled Document
4. The Blue Bloods
5. VK Crvena Zvezda
6. Self-Taught Girl
7. Socialism Today
8. Collective Zine
9. Uranium Music
10. Snarg

ahahhahahaha ang saya. gagawin ko ulit ito sa office.

And we are still here.

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I try to update myself regularly. I try to, in a way, document my days.

I fail.

regularly.

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but i try.

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Working is not a bad thing. it is a bad number of things. that adds up to something usable.

oh man, words cannot express how much i am looking forward to that damn 300 movie.

i just watched the 300 trailer in youtube (both of them since there was the initial release and the official one... both with the nine inch nails' song "just like you imagined" serving as the score), as i do every night for the past month. every night baby.

there is just something about this film man... i don't think i'm setting myself up for disappointment because damn it, yung trailer pa lang ulam na!

but if there's anything, i guess i must admit that king leonidas is one of the main draws. played by gerry butler (a bloke that i have a slight man crush on... really, that is friggin normal. have you seen the guy?!?!), leonidas embodies the masculinity that has become extinct in today's world. well, no, perhaps that type of masculinity has just evolved into something that would better fit our modern world. but leonidas and his ass kickin' personality (wild-eyed, emissary killing, shouting with rage and all) is archaic and really really out of place in today's world. he's laconic, passionate and a true spartan (malamang.). you need a lot of self-confidence for that (it probably helps that he's a king and he has a body to die for... pahawak lang ng pandesal man.), and this faith or belief that what you're doing is right. my golly, he takes on a million men (more like 20,000-200,000, as the real battle of Thermopylae's statistics would suggest) with only 300 of his Spartan soldiers! okay, as history would show, there were like, 2,000 more from other Greek tribes that helped defend the Hot Gates (as Thermplyae Pass was called... it was a very narrow valley, thus the effectiveness of just a few men), but those 2,000 ran when they got out flanked. Spartans were willing to die in battle! can i do that?

perhaps this is the reason why i'm so looking forward to 300. apart from the visually-stunning images, a musical score that kicks ass, well played performances by European actors (gerry butler, lena headey and other names... butler is Scottish while headey is english. iba talaga europeans and their thespic pursuits. however the question on my mind is this: can a commercial film such as this [that was based from a graphic novel] earn oscar nods? sana pare) and one of the greatest war stories ever told, 300 seems to offer an archetype of what men were before and the reason why women succumbed to the men's barbaric wishes and such:

they managed to look cool while wearing funky loincloths. you can't really say no to that man.

but again, to be serious, i am looking forward to this film because of many strong reasons, but this image of manhood attracts me. i know i probably wouldn't be able to do stuff they do (they were trained since they were what... 3? it's a different culture. but the focus and faith remains nonetheless) because that type of glory seems daunting. a certain amount of discipline is required that i could never grasp... those fuckers define the term dedication man. i don't think that the image of a true Spartan will suit me.

would probably trade my curiosity for that body though. geez i'm getting fat.

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i recently drove the car under my parents permission from makati to the airport to pick up dad from his Cagayan de Oro trip. i did it again last Saturday, from Alabang to our house because dad wanted to sleep (which he never got around to doing since he kept telling me what to do while i was driving).

the old people or "gurangs" (term of endearment) have unbelievably enough, trusted me with driving duties. i feel myself maturing as i type. now all i need is an actual license (internalizing the notion that i have one doesn't make it real... too much entablado there mate) and i'm gonna be the errand boy: groceries, sundo, hatid, taga-park, taga-linis, etc. i'm actually looking forward to it. there's a sense of taking on responsibilities there that i have been craving for since... well, since i became errand boy and bought groceries from sta. lucia while commuting. and yes, cleaning the car. but that's more of a chore than a responsibility so scratch that.

however, i bet you that after 3 months of that crap i'm gonna be grumpy about that shit. redundant? whatever.

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people have been badgering me to put some life into my multiply account. you have to understand that i only made that account to view my sister's site and get the fugue video from some girl who uploaded it on her multiply site. that's it.

pero sige, bata pa ako at pwede pang magpa peer pressure; i am currently spicing up my multiply site. belat. bago na namang internet addiction ito. weird since it had been a while since i posted something here. hindi naman dahil sa busy ako (although that is a legit reason: school, sidelines, enta play and helping danes graduate have cut my online time.) pero hindi ko na feel mag blog. nhux. drama. my writing has suffered though and i am really looking forward to a rebirth of sorts. thus the long post.

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si sinag ay nasa bahay muli. he's my (our: danes is a co-parent) cat. he's 5 months i think and is a very weird cat. he likes to sleep on my bed and curl in my head. not hair. head. and he'd knead my chest when he sleeps on top of me. which is really fucked up because he has sharp claws and i have thin shirts when i sleep (sometimes no shirt at all. hello ladies. welcome to your nightmare) so... scars run rampant in my torso region. he also plays rough, so my hands, arms and feet have bite marks and scars from his claws. i am often isolated in jeepney rides because i think people see me as a guy who cuts himself to feel the rush. i see them looking at me, with my mangled hair (after shower hair for a kulot guy is fun. but not for a kulot guy with long har... it takes a while to dry so you can't really tie your hair. so i leave it hanging during jeepney rides. a portion gets dry and starts "fluffing" while a portion is still wet [usually the inside hair... i have levels in my hair... like, floors or layers. what the f man], so i still can't tie it. imagine that: a kid with adik hair who looks japanese but is moreno and has scars in his hands and arms. i haven't even counted the fact that my fashion sense reflects emo-like tendencies and/or 80's bad choices along with hippie-dom dreams. confused? so am i kid... so am i.) and add in my cuts: damn, a sight of pure massacre man. by the way, that must've been the longest parenthetic side comment in history.

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i'm trying to make a short story that is only a sentence long but has an entire parenthesis to serve as the body. smart? malamang hindi. but ganun ako eh. hindi smart. bwahahahaha natawa ako sa sarili kong joke. ang pangit. may comedic pause pa talaga habang tina-type ko yun.

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can i make regular posts? ewan. may multiply pa eh. hahahahahahaha pero sana. hindi nga naman ako Spartan: being laconic has never been my specialty.

    the thermometer registered 25 degrees celsius  at  4 o'clock this afternoon. since i am without one now, i am using my feet to measure just how cold it really is. i'm guessing its around 20 degrees. it's starting to smell like Christmas (feel like it too), with that feeling of dread for mornings. not for waking up mind you, but when you step into the shower and your hot water only adds up to 10 or 12 tabo fulls per session.
    a friend of mine told me however that his biggest fear is not running out of water during his shower but rather after every buhos because the cold kind of creeps up his skin when the water sheets run down. it is a scary thought really, and when i do take my showers in the morning (with my pinakulong tubig homogeneously mixed with my cold tap water), i kind of feel what he was talking about. and it does bother you to the point that you become scared to splash yourself with another round, and you end up trying to figure out a way to lessen the travel time of the soap from the soap dish to your body (this requires quick reflexes, strong arm muscles and a bit of endurance because when the soap does arrive at your skin, you have to move it around quickly so that the lather covers your body up: in my bathroom, it makes perfect sense).
    certain strategies may make taking showers more complicated but i suppose this has become mandatory: our bodies cannot cope with the changing weather, and i think i speak for every Filipino that Januaries (don't bother my spelling, i kind of like it... i'm not even sure if that thing's wrong) are supposed to be the transition to summer days: even when December climate lingers on a few occasions, days are supposed to become hotter. that's probably why i'm left with much speculation on where these ambidextrous days have gone. i have always counted on these days. they give leisurely strolls an added excitement because they seem to make you take a single speed: if you move too fast, you will sweat, but if you move too slow, you will feel a bit of the breeze's bite. it also seems beneficial if you have those large, egg-like earphones as you're walking this way because your coolness factor goes up when you walk like this while having them around your neck (listening is not necessary and i think is even avoided because these earphones really eliminate sound and thus increase the level of danger). i saw this in John Cusack's film "High Fidelity" as he was making his way to his record store. even when he had those tight pants and black basketball shoes, he came off as a guy you would entrust an intellectual conversation to (the jacket and button-down shirt probably helped too. and perhaps his bag, albeit subtly). and so when these days went off somewhere else, i had my own version of withdrawal symptoms: where have these days gone?
    i have this theory about the weather today and it involves the assimilation of the weather to our culture. you see, the weather here hangs out occasionally in Aling Oliva's sari-sari store and often converses with the tambays and drunks. seeing that they were able to live contentedly while keeping their pH balance close to 6.3 (i have forgotten chemistry, this seems like a punch at the moon reference) and forgetting to keep their words, the weather wanted to try out this lifestyle (being drunk every night or every morning, and oftentimes both, does sound inviting at certain points in time) in hopes of forgetting how it is often hated by many. perhaps it may also be the fact that it wanted to try something new, as meteorological advances have placed weather from a benevolent force of nature to a benevolent force of nature... that is boring. predictability has made the weather a middle-aged man working a 9 to 5. i guess it's going through a midlife crisis (thus the lifestyle change. it's simply psychology). so the weather started hanging out more with the drunks and tambays (last i heard, the weather can now handle his liquor quite well, unlike the first few times when it could only take 3 shots of gin bilog, then profusely thank the ground for catching his subsequent fall. the chaser was water, and the weather seemed to get rid of it quickly. however, in much the case of every alcohol drinker in the world, tolerance is developed through constant vigilance), drinking the night/morning/day away with much candor and noise as the next guy. the weather fell into a nice rhythm and found a niche with his brothers-in-tanggaan.
    the weather heard a lot of shit from his wife. he wasn't home by 10, and he left his clothes around the house, not bothering to clean up. so the shit was justified, make no mistake about that. but as the days wore on and his schedule centered more on his drinking sessions, the wife stopped waiting for him and opted instead to focus on cleaning her husband's soiled clothes. soon, she stopped cleaning all together.
    however, the weather has gotten accustomed to his new lifestyle and is enjoying himself immensely. i suppose at this point, he realized that Filipino time allows Filipinos to be late. they do happen to have lazy weather (as Jawa Einziger puts it). i don't really think the weather realizes that he was talking about himself at that juncture.
    that's my theory. the weather is under the influence of alcohol and under the effects of Filipino time. it holds little weight, and would probably sink under fire, but how else can you explain our eccentric weather? global warming? myth! truth lies in the beholder.
    heaven knocks on hell's kitchen.


    never be late for anything.

In roughly 10 minutes, this weird girl who is sitting beside me will turn 22 (well, technically, she still has 10: 24 hours to go before "officially" being 22... oh well.) and i would be a very happy mongrel indeed.

i am only 20 years old. hahahaha. older woman dreams every year baby.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVELY DANIELLE.

malasa kaimo. :D ikaw ang babae na nagbigay sa akin ng madaming pasensya at pagmamahal. sobrang galing mo na tao at nakikisama ka sa akin. sobrang tanga mo. i love it. hahaha ang kupal kupal ko pero andyan ka pa rin. hnlabo talaga luv. salamat. sobra. ikaw ang ang mis unibers ng buhay ko.

i picked her up with a white towel shaped like the veil that cast the longest shadow.

           light as a feather, as fragile as a bee.

it took all my strength not to squash her inside tongues rolling in fire, holding my breath as it breathed precariously close to a seaside residue
                      overtaking that of whatever fortitude i had in mind.

i tried to find why her left eye was somewhere else.

                                       blind as a bat, blind as a rat, blind as a cat.



                   blind as a cat.





                                           trip over moons. flip over lagoons and get that cow down here. breasts and breasts.

laid in unrests.

                                                                                     Jesus has fucked up yet again.

    it couldn't open its eyes.           it could of course, make the sound cats make with different levels of affection, of loss, waiting for whistles that 





   hatch in midsummer day,      conditioning the notion that somewhere


              mothers suckle at something else.

it made its way up my shirt, talons in a heartfelt fury for anything that required nothing less that the offer of attention; hear the roar of its little    
            grunts,          hearing different patterns that mouth in my belly like          synchronized          pangs of guilt and           passion.



                        its chest pounded up and down the stairs while it   beat down my    aging heart,   crumpling in a sack of knees and beats that

 have eruded over

                                                                                                              countless journeys into the abyss,    awaiting the spasm of choked 

               foliage  
                                                 apathetic to itself     because    God's              green earth seems             to be        based on something  


 of a deeper shade of shit.



                 it fell, right into me and i took it into my arms as we sped our way down the fastest route of love, when even mountains and caverns bow

      down to          the power that this eruption cannot hold,    swallowing each and every microcosm that       the world can ever provide.



                   it was between us and the world baby, and i couldn't wait because i waited 
                                                         the entire fallout of the sun                                                  for this very




                                                                                                                                                                  moment.


i cradled life like i cradled life and wished that this moment was never born                                                                  nor will ever end



                                   because true enough,                                                                      i would only fall deeper, deeper and deeper into its closed eyes, 
              its dirtied face,                  the clumps of crap      that seemed to have embeded themselves to its skin,            how intoxicatingly 
  beautiful this fragile piece of eternity was, hearing me as i screamed for mercy and forgiveness,

hoping against hope that somewhere in the big black sky,  
                                        an eye was staring into       that streak of red lightning   barging into the heavy night,           looking for a place to stay



while    the world sat idly by,     kicking itself in the nuts holding pee in and never letting go of the feeling of being fucked.



                                          we made it, into the steps of sanctuary,




sneaking past the most massive assholes one will ever see, ready to suck you in like a black hole that has no mass, just pure energy 

that relegates itself for the destruction of others            and dying silently as they move to and fro the universe,                       not having any light of day


 nor darkness of a moonlit night.



          romance be damned,           condemn the   beasts that    ensnared us into    the useless hooligans we never could be.



                 it             arrived,                            was placed in a box that cannot contain its beauty, its paradoxical naiveness.                          the breasts and the breasts.



                                                                                    tired. gangly and gargling for air from      a sea      of placid                                               anarchy.




it went this way and that, held itself in a moment that even the air stooped to let its flight of feet come together and      create      the most beautiful            

                                             two-step dance that                   would even make stradivarius cry out in agony,                       simply because the 






somber,            simple                                  parameters of    such unequalled              taste       and   circumstance    float off into                   the yellow

 universe                            holding an angle that                                                    made the stars run away from embarassment.













even  the sun was not worthy of the time of such delicacy. 


                                                                      the time even came when i sat, stood, squatted, never noticing how i withdrew from the world to come to 

                  its loving void,                                       it    came from                    pieces                 unfit.

   i had to wait,    serve and protect,            collect and interpret                    placing her                onto        the box that once held so much, now looking so little,                                    not even caring what           that little                    whore in the bathroom wall would say when      

                               i mistook her shoe for a clue.

 
                                                                                              then the moment subsided and it was time for bed.

radical                                                !!!!!!!!!                                                                           she was placed in a                                        place only a few were
                         dared allowed not because she wanted it, but because she deserved it. it couldn't have been any other.                             the 

 weather                was conclusive    and the    hearth      frothed over with the love felt.        in the morning, it came, the sense of      purity that 

                  cannot be held back by pulleys or battering rams, that which cannot be savored by a million taste buds nor digested by eighty-three stomachs.

                                              in the instant that milk poured from my breast,                     onto a plastic  container that contained     my hopes and dreams,              the ones made by sugar-coated       daffodils and                heavy fluffy machinated clouds,                                 Tala, for that is her

                                name,










opened her eye.


                    the right one.


                                and into it i saw how beautiful life has become, extraordinary in its becoming and                                     in its most sacred 


joint,                                my         soul seemed to have found its way scampering for a place in that face,                      going for glory 
         and losing all control.



               strangers in love,                             i have become its        most treasured possesion, Tala my most important perrogative.





and in a width of a stretched finger,                                                                                          our simple truths merged into something bigger.

        Tala tried to climb into my hair, trying to find my heart,     hoping to puncture it and    erase itself from my memories, from my outpouring 


     bigotry and still             she grew fonder of me,                                          because she couldn't find where she was and i was staring at her the

entire time waiting for      a way     to tell her that everything will be alright,    how i promised her that dandelions would never even get a chance to kill her with their rotting blades,                      and that in a labyrinth of         wicked         brackisness, 

          i would be there with her, screaming through tears and unwavering dedication       that                         the place for her was beside me.


i promised her a world that could be seen through the right eye.


                                                              but again, fate plays like the manic                      mechanic from downtown that                       wanted to tinker with my stolen machinery,       that fucking faggot that couldn't even flatulate in my face, but   can clearly                shit all over my bedroom floor.




             revenge.                                the night wore on and amidst my howling....





i lost my beloved cat. Tala rejoined the beauty lost to everyone else, thanking me perhaps for giving her a chance to shine even without the

 glow of                 her                            whiskers that pounced on my face with such       blessedness that i could have cried 


have i not noted that there would be others.            


                                                                                   i feel the weight on my shoulders, how stupid i really was, assholes surrounding the star and 


corrupting her naivete ways.                                 it dawned on my         starlit             pinnacle of    canvas    that i knew would end but not now, hopefully not now.

                                                     but then, i was wishing to a star eaten already by the belief that             i           never   placed          much hope


 on its travel as it shot towards eternity.

                                                                              i hope that as she returned to the millions of torrid         blanketed    beauties,      she would remember        even for a whisper,


               it was i who gave her flight. 

                                                                                           for a beloved, a beloved was lost, and never again will i entrust whatever i hold dear onto hands that never understand                  how i have developed

                       into an unfolding mass of blight and contempt.

silver that kills werewolves,                  that           stalks purses with                        clubs and          rainmakers.                    for a piece of peace to please

                       the peas.

                                                            i go onto the covers wishing for Tala's safety. perhaps when i look high,                   she will smile upon thee

       with her crooked face,

 a melted cheek                                     filled with tar and sand,                                          hair matted by paste and glue,      a hardened head from bruises  that forged






       her infetisimal body            ,                i,               wishing for rest for a lovely alley cat that only wanted to see

     how beautiful the sky could be.


                                                               into the night,      from silver breasts,                i gave her flight.




30 - aug - 2006 3:05 am


 

it certainly looks invisible. but perhaps it just stuttered to the left.

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responsibility found me again dagnabit and it's starting to feel real itchy near my right ear and that space in between a shoulder blade and the collar bone.

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a little while ago, miko informs me that a big blow was dealt to our little side project that will hopefully turn into a wreaking force of nature in the near future. baffling and quite precipetory when dealing with one's health. hugs now are hard to come by.

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words can't say what love can do!

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damn that ace young and his butterflies. i'm supposed to be studying something right now, hopefully ready to pounce by tomorrow afternoon yet what get's me going is the end of time. he even says things perfectly when they're dead wrong.

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WATCH:

ENTABLADO PRESENTS FOR ITS 25 ANNIVERSARY:

SATIRIKA

FROM AUGUST 23 TO SEPTEMBER 15 ata...

WATCH THAT.

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my uncle, bless his soul, gave me something i could use for the future. i feel so undeserving and am truly humbled by his generosity.

you got guts kid.

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august 25, friday, 6 underground, makati

halikinoise!

7 pm fugue
730 pm madami pang iba.

tito emi, idolo kita.

1.A musical movement in which a definite number of parts or voices combine in stating or developing a single theme, the interest being cumulative.
2.the individual wanders away from usual surroundings and has loss of memory.
3.A polyphonic composition that makes systematic use of imitation, usually based on a single subject, and that opens with a series of exposed entries on that subject.
4.a dreamlike state of altered consciousness that may last for hours or days 
5.from Fugere, Latin for flight



from Merriam-Webster (http://www.m-w.com/cgi-bin/dictionary?va=fugue):

Main Entry: fugue
Pronunciation: 'fyüg
Function: noun
Etymology: probably from Italian fuga flight, fugue, from Latin, flight, from fugere
1 a : a musical composition in which one or two themes are repeated or imitated by successively entering voices and contrapuntally developed in a continuous interweaving of the voice parts b : something that resembles a fugue especially in interweaving repetitive elements
2 : a disturbed state of consciousness in which the one affected seems to perform acts in full awareness but upon recovery cannot recollect the acts performed
- fugue verb
- fugu·ist  /'fyü-gist/ noun 


also, from Alpha Dictionary (http://www.alphadictionary.com/goodword/word/fugue):

Meaning: 1. (Music) A musical structure in which a theme is extended and developed mainly by imitative counterpoint (combining two distinct lines) in different voices. 2. (Psychology) A state of altered consciousness in which a person wanders away from their present life and begins a new one. After recovery, there is no memory of the fugue episode.
Notes: This past summer, an 80-page draft of Ludwig von Beethoven's Grosse Fugue for Piano for Four Hands, written in Beethoven's own hand, was discovered in a drawer at a Philadelphia seminary. It is expected to fetch between $1.7 and $2.6 million at auction next month. You can hear the new piece at the NPR website. Fugal is the adjective, fugally, the adverb, and Bach was a better fuguist, composer of fugues, than was Beethoven.





In Play: There is little you can say about fugues; it is best to listen to them. Bach probably wrote the best. There is room to play with the psychological sense of this word: "Every time anything goes wrong in the office, Arthur seems to be off on a fugue and can't remember anything about the problem when he returns."

Word History: Today's Good Word was taken pretty much 'as is' from French, who got it from Latin fuga "flight". The Latin verb was fugere "to flee", closely related to Greek feugein "to flee". The Latin verb is also the origin of our word fugitive. You might have heard the Latin verb in the phrase tempus fugit, close in meaning to English "time flies", as in "Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like an apple."

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last saturday, AMP held its 10th annual rites of passage over in kublai's.

we played our set sandwiched between two cool bands, higgledy piggledy and empty siren boulevard.

i believe it was around 9:00.

i think we fuckin kicked ass.

i know i liked going down that red slide.

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mixed media art = way of the future baby.

It's been a hard day
the world can be unforgiving
you've been to overcrowded places
sometimes, it's just too much to take

but we can handle it
you don't even have to worry about us baby

just take off your shoes
i'll put on some blues
and then we're gonna swim the night away

come into the water

now isn't this nice
it's a bit cold, but it's all right
just put your cares away
and let nature go on it's own pace

we're under the stars
amidst jupiter and mars
so i think we just gotta take it easy
take it easy

come into the water

sometimes we have to sit and pray
to resist the temptation that others lay
we're in a place where everything's a race
wouldn't it be nice to lower the pace?

just sit down, have a drink
get a moment to think
share a glass, get some class
without hiding the crass
be at one with the sun
and absorb all the fun
command some respect
without handing neglect
to those who need it most...
people, let's give em a toast!

so i guess what i'm trying to say is
that life is a spark that goes out in the dark
it be best to think that our life is a link
to others so don't delay 
you better thank the gods for another day

and what we get is what we bet
and what we bet is what we pet
and what we pet is what we fret
and what we fret is what we get

kulang ako sa bitamina.

kulang ako sa work ethic.

kulang ako sa interest sa academics.

pero ang pinakanakakatakot na kakulangan ko ay:




kulang ako sa pera.

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lugi ang mahirap sa ating lipunan. sobrang swerte naman ng mayayaman. hala bakit?

ang ating konstitusyon at mga tradisyon ay nagbibigay ng straktura kung saan ang mayayaman ay lalong yayaman, ang mahihirap ay lalong hihirap.

kunin ang halimbawa ng mga magsasaka. dahil sa kanilang kakulangan sa pagaaral, nanakaw ang kanilang mga lupain at napunta ito sa isang tao na walang karapatan sa lugar na iyon. mayroong mga kontratista na kumukuha ng mga magsasaka upang magtrabaho para sa nasabing may ari ng lupain. ano pa ba ang gagawin ng magsasaka? subalit ang sistema ay nagpapatupad ng kawalan ng hustisya dahil bago matapos ang trabaho ng mga magsasaka, sandamukal na ng utang ang kanilang nalikom mula sa kontratista na nagtratrabaho para sa may ari ng lupain. pagnatapos ang trabaho, ang magsasaka ay magbabayad ng utang. mas malaki na ito kaysa sa kanyang sweldo. yayaman ang kontratista dahil sa mga utang ng magsasaka. yayaman ang may ari ng lupain dahil sa trabaho na ginawa ng mga magsasaka. ang magsasaka ay mas hihirap dahil wala na nga siyang pera, may utang pa siya. paano sisirain ang sistemang ito?


hulaan mo.

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ayoko ng pakiramdam na walang pera.

ayoko ng pakiramdam na dukha.

ayoko ng pakiramdam na madumi pala ang mukha ko at kailangang linisin.

puno ako ng blackheads at whiteheads.

hindi ko to alam.

gusto kong tumikim nang mas madilim na panganib.

gusto kong mapitik ang siyang pinagkait ng langit.

gusto kong maasam ang siyang nilalaman ng langgam.

gusto kong madapa, gusto kong masipa, gusto kong maabot ang siyang nakakatakot, gusto kong humiyaw gusto kong luminaw.

gusto kong makita ang siyang tinatago ng paligo.

gusto kong mahuli ang siyang inaapi ng salapi.

gusto kong lumipad, gusto ko sa alapaap.

pero hindi pwede dahil alam ko na hindi ako parang tutubi na malinis ang mga pakpak, dahil ako'y watak-watak. maniwala sa aking sinasabi na malinis ang aking budhi subalit puno ang mundo ng gulo na hindi tumitigil sa pagiging mausyoso. ang ating utak ay sinasabaw ng otap.

gusto kong makamit ang siyang pinagkait ng langit.

Your Five Factor Personality Profile

Extroversion: You have high extroversion. You are outgoing and engaging, with both strangers and friends. You truly enjoy being with people and bring energy into any situation. Enthusiastic and fun, you're the first to say "let's go!" Conscientiousness: You have low conscientiousness. Impulsive and off the wall, you don't take life too seriously. Unfortunately, you sometimes end up regretting your snap decisions. Overall, you tend to lack focus, and it's difficult for you to get important things done. Agreeableness: You have high agreeableness. You are easy to get along with, and you value harmony highly. Helpful and generous, you are willing to compromise with almost anyone. You give people the benefit of the doubt and don't mind giving someone a second chance. Neuroticism: You have low neuroticism. You are very emotionally stable and mentally together. Only the greatest setbacks upset you, and you bounce back quickly. Overall, you are typically calm and relaxed - making others feel secure. Openness to experience: Your openness to new experiences is high. In life, you tend to be an early adopter of all new things and ideas. You'll try almost anything interesting, and you're constantly pushing your own limits. A great connoisseir of art and beauty, you can find the positive side of almost anything.

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Conscientiousness:

You have low conscientiousness.
Impulsive and off the wall, you don't take life too seriously.
Unfortunately, you sometimes end up regretting your snap decisions.
Overall, you tend to lack focus, and it's difficult for you to get important things done.

sino ang sapul.