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"a phone number is what separates strangers from acquaintances"
- yesterday's movie (for free) at CCP, 7pm showing
AND we even saw Prof. Galan. As usual, he ignored us just because... lol XD
That line says it all. True, innit? How a phone number can be the defining factor between two people. Some would say, "Ah, how fallacious --- what if you don't have a phone?" or some other blahs just to sound witty--lol. But in a sense when you have that basis (ie phone number) it defines that factor thus you're strangers no more but acquaintances. For if the presence of communication is alleged then the distance of relation is removed.
Veering away from the topic of phone numbers, I just got bitch slapped by Jay. "It's your call," he says. It was, apparently. From the moments of yesterday up to that time when I had this presence of doubt stupidly lingering through my system I had no idea that it was my call. Yes, I had been reduced to a stupid heap of human flesh for a time, but now enlightened, somehow I've figured how stupid I was. Well, we all have our moments. True, how I don't need other people to decide for me... but if you base it on my zodiac sign (in which I take for granted) I really do need a second opinion to make sure something's more perfect and not just certain. Oh well. Problem solved. Movin' on.
It stinks, being alone. But I'd rather be in this state rather than the opposite. Everything depresses me somehow... I can't fathom anything I achieve. It's not that I fear things that I don't understand, it's what what I understand that bothers me.
Honestly, I probably make up the population of random people who post shit on the internet. I'll come back when I have the guts to "show off" again. Now, more training ahead. *cough* workshops *cough*
... (last one & Kat says it's very different from my usual style which is also known as bahala na tong gagong to style joke)
a man died today
it was all over the news
it said he hung himself
on a traffic light post
on the picture, a green light
his dead body swinging
over a pool of blood
all for the world to see
they said he wasn't mental,
a normal man with a loving wife
who loved another but loved
him on occasions like this one
she was crying in that picture
all for the world to see
and in the background
a bunch of kids, posing for the camera
Yes, I know I'm not worthy but W.H. Auden's Musee de beaux Arts sort of inspired me. LOL... fuck that shit! MORE BOOZE T'NITE! YEOWZIE!!!
- yesterday's movie (for free) at CCP, 7pm showing
AND we even saw Prof. Galan. As usual, he ignored us just because... lol XD
That line says it all. True, innit? How a phone number can be the defining factor between two people. Some would say, "Ah, how fallacious --- what if you don't have a phone?" or some other blahs just to sound witty--lol. But in a sense when you have that basis (ie phone number) it defines that factor thus you're strangers no more but acquaintances. For if the presence of communication is alleged then the distance of relation is removed.
Veering away from the topic of phone numbers, I just got bitch slapped by Jay. "It's your call," he says. It was, apparently. From the moments of yesterday up to that time when I had this presence of doubt stupidly lingering through my system I had no idea that it was my call. Yes, I had been reduced to a stupid heap of human flesh for a time, but now enlightened, somehow I've figured how stupid I was. Well, we all have our moments. True, how I don't need other people to decide for me... but if you base it on my zodiac sign (in which I take for granted) I really do need a second opinion to make sure something's more perfect and not just certain. Oh well. Problem solved. Movin' on.
It stinks, being alone. But I'd rather be in this state rather than the opposite. Everything depresses me somehow... I can't fathom anything I achieve. It's not that I fear things that I don't understand, it's what what I understand that bothers me.
Honestly, I probably make up the population of random people who post shit on the internet. I'll come back when I have the guts to "show off" again. Now, more training ahead. *cough* workshops *cough*
... (last one & Kat says it's very different from my usual style which is also known as bahala na tong gagong to style joke)
a man died today
it was all over the news
it said he hung himself
on a traffic light post
on the picture, a green light
his dead body swinging
over a pool of blood
all for the world to see
they said he wasn't mental,
a normal man with a loving wife
who loved another but loved
him on occasions like this one
she was crying in that picture
all for the world to see
and in the background
a bunch of kids, posing for the camera
Yes, I know I'm not worthy but W.H. Auden's Musee de beaux Arts sort of inspired me. LOL... fuck that shit! MORE BOOZE T'NITE! YEOWZIE!!!