February 2012
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Dad: (through text) Uwi ka today?
Me: Tomorrow night pa.
Dad: Ok, will finish food now. And I almost thought my family missed me for not being home last weekend. Hayyy…
January 2012
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“Dance,” said the Sheep Man. “Yougottadance. Aslongasthemusicplays. Yougotta dance. Don’teventhinkwhy. Starttothink, yourfeetstop. Yourfeetstop,wegetstuck. Wegetstuck, gottakeepthestep. Yougottalimberup. Yougottaloosenwhatyoubolteddown. Yougottauseallyougot. Weknowyou’retired, tiredandscared. Happenstoeveryone, okay?...
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Seven Foolproof Ways to Prevent Writer's Block!
The first way to prevent writer’s block is
Blaise Pascal on faith
“We do not require great education of the mind to understand that here is no real and lasting satisfaction; that our pleasures are only vanity; that our evils are infinite; and lastly, that death, which threatens us every moment, must infallibly place us within a few years under the dreadful necessity of being for ever either annihilated or unhappy…
“Surely then it is a great...
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WatchOne minute teaser trailer for my band Hatchobanko’s music video c/o Bea Fabros! I really hope this finishes soon. :)
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Why did the chicken cross the road?
Plato: For the greater good.
Karl Marx: It was a historical inevitability.
Machiavelli: So that its subjects will view it with admiration, as a chicken which has the daring and courage to boldly cross the road, but also with fear, for whom among them has the strength to contend with such a paragon of avian virtue? In such a manner is the princely chicken's dominion maintained.
Hippocrates: Because of an excess of light pink gooey stuff in its pancreas.
Jacques Derrida: Any number of contending discourses may be discovered within the act of the chicken crossing the road, and each interpretation is equally valid as the authorial intent can never be discerned, because structuralism is DEAD, DAMMIT, DEAD!
Thomas de Torquemada: Give me ten minutes with the chicken and I'll find out.
Timothy Leary: Because that's the only kind of trip the Establishment would let it take.
Douglas Adams: Forty-two.
Nietzsche: Because if you gaze too long across the Road, the Road gazes also across you.
Oliver North: National Security was at stake.
B.F. Skinner: Because the external influences which had pervaded its sensorium from birth had caused it to develop in such a fashion that it would tend to cross roads, even while believing these actions to be of its own free will.
Carl Jung: The confluence of events in the cultural gestalt necessitated that individual chickens cross roads at this historical juncture, and therefore synchronicitously brought such occurrences into being.
Jean-Paul Sartre: In order to act in good faith and be true to itself, the chicken found it necessary to cross the road.
Ludwig Wittgenstein: The possibility of "crossing" was encoded into the objects "chicken" and "road", and circumstances came into being which caused the actualization of this potential occurrence.
Albert Einstein: Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road crossed the chicken depends upon your frame of reference.
Aristotle: To actualize its potential.
Buddha: If you ask this question, you deny your own chicken-nature.
Howard Cosell: It may very well have been one of the most astonishing events to grace the annals of history. An historic, unprecedented avian biped with the temerity to attempt such an herculean achievement formerly relegated to homo sapien pedestrians is truly a remarkable occurence.
Salvador Dali: The Fish.
Darwin: It was the logical next step after coming down from the trees.
Emily Dickinson: Because it could not stop for death.
Epicurus: For fun.
Ralph Waldo Emerson: It didn't cross the road; it transcended it.
Johann von Goethe: The eternal hen-principle made it do it.
Ernest Hemingway: To die. In the rain.
Werner Heisenberg: We are not sure which side of the road the chicken was on, but it was moving very fast.
David Hume: Out of custom and habit.
Jack Nicholson: 'Cause it [censored] wanted to. That's the [censored] reason.
Pyrrho the Skeptic: What road?
Ronald Reagan: I forget.
John Sununu: The Air Force was only too happy to provide the transportation, so quite understandably the chicken availed himself of the opportunity.
The Sphinx: You tell me.
Mr. T.: If you saw me coming you'd cross the road too!
Henry David Thoreau: To live deliberately ... and suck all the marrow out of life.
Mark Twain: The news of its crossing has been greatly exaggerated.
Molly Yard: It was a hen!
Zeno of Elea: To prove it could never reach the other side.
Chaucer: So priketh hem nature in hir corages.
Wordsworth: To wander lonely as a cloud.
The Godfather: I didn't want its mother to see it like that.
Keats: Philosophy will clip a chicken's wings.
Blake: To see heaven in a wild fowl.
Othello: Jealousy.
Dr. Johnson: Sir, had you known the Chicken for as long as I have, you would not so readily enquire, but feel rather the Need to resist such a public Display of your own lamentable and incorrigible Ignorance.
Mrs. Thatcher: This chicken's not for turning.
Supreme Soviet: There has never been a chicken in this photograph.
Oscar Wilde: Why, indeed? One's social engagements whilst in town ought never expose one to such barbarous inconvenience - although, perhaps, if one must cross a road, one may do far worse than to cross it as the chicken in question.
Kafka: Hardly the most urgent enquiry to make of a low-grade insurance clerk who woke up that morning as a hen.
Swift: It is, of course, inevitable that such a loathsome, filth-ridden and degraded creature as Man should assume to question the actions of one in all respects his superior.
Macbeth: To have turned back were as tedious as to go o'er.
Whitehead: Clearly, having fallen victim to the fallacy of misplaced concreteness.
Freud: An die andere Seite zu kommen. (Much laughter.)
Hamlet: That is not the question.
Donne: It crosseth for thee.
Pope: It was mimicking my Lord Hervey.
Constable: To get a better view.
Yeats: She was following the Faeries that sang to her to come away with them from the dull, bucolic comfort of the farmyard to the waters and the wild.
Shelley: 'Tis a metaphor for the pursuits of man: though 'twas deemed an extraordinary occurrence at the time, still it brought little to bear on the great scheme of time and history, and was ultimately fruitless and forgotten.
Tolkien: Chickens are respectable folk, and well thought of. They never go on any adventures or do anything unexpected. One fine spring day, as the chicken wandered contentedly around the farmyard, clucking and pecking and enjoying herself immensely, there appeared a Wizard and thirteen Dwarves who were in need of a chicken to share in their adventure. Reluctantly she joined their party, and with them crossed the road into the great Unknown, muttering about how rude the Dwarves were to take her away on such short notice, without even giving her time to brush her feathers or fetch her hat.
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From "hot girls" to virtue ethics.
Here’s a transcript of an Omegle conversation I just had with a random Turkish stranger. It was interesting. We started off with the topic “are you a hot girl looking for a good time,” and ended up talking about the existence of God and virtue ethics. I’m still wondering just how the hell we got there.
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You’re now chatting with a random stranger. Say...
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“Music is, to me, proof of the existence of God. It is so extraordinarily full of...”
– Kurt Vonnegut
Where productivity reaches its peak.: CW 111 story... →
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For the last thirty or so minutes, I was writing the intro to this short story for CW111 I’m making. The plot, I have already conceptualized, although it’s still a bit hazy to me. If this story’s not worth pursuing, please tell me immediately and I’ll scrap this idea, provided there’s a good…
What’s your plot? :) ‘Cause right now, I’m more...
CW 111 story intro draft
For the last thirty or so minutes, I was writing the intro to this short story for CW111 I’m making. The plot, I have already conceptualized, although it’s still a bit hazy to me. If this story’s not worth pursuing, please tell me immediately and I’ll scrap this idea, provided there’s a good reason for doing so. :)
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Around 700 lightyears away from Earth was a...
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December 2011
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Merry Christmas, everyone! :D
Benedict XVI Reveals His 3 Christmas Wishes
Reflects on Light as He Illuminates ‘Tree’ on Italian Mountain
VATICAN CITY, DEC. 9, 2011 (Zenit.org).- Before using a tablet computer to light the electronic tree sprawled across the slopes at Gubbio, Italy, Benedict XVI on Wednesday took a moment to reveal what he wants for Christmas.
“Before lighting the tree,” he said,...
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Fragments of a dream from my post-Simbang Gabi nap
What a weird dream. Let’s see if I can still remember.
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I’m in an airplane. And for some reason, I, including a few passengers, were kneeling down on one spot, with some of the crew members with whips on their hands, ready to give us a lashing (were they really whips? I don’t remember anymore). I think we were caught committing some violation, and this was the only airline...
“Such people barricade themselves behind their freedom. ‘My freedom! My freedom!’ they cry. They have their freedom, but they don’t use it. They look at it, they set it up, a clay idol for their petty minds to worship. Is this freedom? What use is this treasure to them, if there is no commitment guiding their whole lives? Such behaviour goes against their very dignity and...
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Come and sing with me!
Let’s sing Merry Christmas, and a Happy Holiday
This season may we never forget the love we have for Jesus
Let him be the one to guide us, as another new year starts
This season may we never forget the love we have for Jesus
Let him be the one to guide us, as another new year starts
This season may we never forget…
Some of my friends on Facebook are mourning the death of a friend who lived in Cagayan de Oro. Out of curiousity, I went to that person’s profile and went through that person’s Tumblr, and seeing all that youthful energy present in that person’s pictures and posts made me immensely sad.
Rest in peace, stranger, and thank you for reminding me again about the cruel suddenness of...
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