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Burger is Teh Love

Uh, just a quick random post.

My friend and I just found out a very cool new way to communicate without words — emoticons! (I’m riseoftheimperfect)

dread_assult: jmar
dread_assult: dpt gni2 nlng
dread_assult: >-
riseoftheimperfect: (^__^)V is cuter
riseoftheimperfect: )
dread_assult: >-
dread_assult: :-@
riseoftheimperfect: =;
dread_assult: >:/
riseoftheimperfect: >:P
dread_assult: master ^:)^
dread_assult: :-L
riseoftheimperfect: L-)
dread_assult: [-X
riseoftheimperfect: %-(
dread_assult: \:d/
riseoftheimperfect: :-j
dread_assult: :-h
riseoftheimperfect: cool. we can actually communicate using those freaking emoticons
dread_assult: ye
dread_assult: lgy mo s blog mo
dread_assult: me and a friend communicated using only emoticons
dread_assult: wow…
riseoftheimperfect: haha! amazing
riseoftheimperfect: )
dread_assult: 3
riseoftheimperfect: (~~)
dread_assult: 8-x
riseoftheimperfect: =:)
riseoftheimperfect: :@)
dread_assult: 3-O
dread_assult: 3:-O
riseoftheimperfect: |)
dread_assult: (*)
riseoftheimperfect: >-)
dread_assult:
riseoftheimperfect: o->
dread_assult: :-/
riseoftheimperfect: o=>
dread_assult: :-”

Yeah. No smart-ass mad scientist has ever thought about it yet! Yeah!

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This morning, we already got our report cards. Finally. The good news is, my grades are pretty much satisfying. I don’t regret anything at all. My Chemistry 4th quarter grade is surprisingly…er, high. I guess drawing line formulas isn’t that hard. I had fun with it. Hehe. However, my Math grade is as always, not so high. I was expecting it though. Since elementary, I know to myself that I will always stink at Math. But I’m always hopeful that someday, I could always have some computation skills and all that number stuff.

Anyway, the principal said that they’re gonna be reviewing us, the incoming Seniors, probably June to July for the upcoming UPCAT this August. Well that is pretty much a good reason for me to tell my parents why they shouldn’t have to let me enter some freaking UPCAT review center in Katipunan Ave. or Taft Ave. which are apparently very far from where we reside.

Meanwhile, summer is still sooo lazy.

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!
IT’S SUMMER AND I DON’T HAVE MONNNEEEEEEEEEEYYY!!!

You Are Dumping On A Shattered Sheet of Newspaper

Look at you. Beside you is an empty plate which was suppose to be filled in with more than a handful of rice. You are suffering from hunger because of things you’re not really sure of. The news is trying to point out the reason, but everything comes in numbers and in a language you don’t really understand. Now, you’re scratching your head…you shouldn’t have stopped schooling, you should have continued with high school and with pursuing your dream of being a doctor someday. But look at you now, you’re a jobless piece of shit, living within some crowded alley in Manila.

But you cannot really blame yourself. Poverty has been pulling you away from your dreams of being successful. Then, you start blaming everything on the government, as if they’re the ones controlling your fate and all. But you know within yourself that you should have done something to continue your schooling. You know that with all those years, you shouldn’t have lazed around…you should have worked so hard to finish college and to finally, be a doctor and make thousands of money. But, man, your mind was too narrow to be able to realize all of that.

Instead of looking for a job, or doing something to make some dough, you head to the streets with an angry mob, protesting…blaming everything to the government. I’m gonna tell you this, man — nobody’s perfect. No government is perfect. And the success of your community starts from the success of yourself. If you’re keeping that daily habit of lazing around and protesting whatsoever to the corrupt government of your country…you, your angry mob, and your shitty government are not gonna go anywhere. No one’s giving a fuck for your country to move forward. So, instead of waiting for your damn government to do its job, let it start from you. Do everything for your life to achieve something.

Look at you now, dear Philippines. Behind you are your leaders, doing its dirty jobs and tactics. In front of you is the face of poverty…so filthy and so stinky that you couldn’t even give a straight face to it. In fact, it’s calling your attention. But you’re disgusted as hell with the way it looks, or rather, with the way reality looks. And around you are the people, rallying, longing for a better life. I say, where to now, my country?

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I don’t really know why I did this shit. Actually, I’m not an opinionated person when it comes to stuff about the society and about politics. I just let whatever is happening out there to pass away. I don’t really give a damn. Maybe, I’m just bored…or maybe…………………….Naaahhh. I don’t think so. Haha.

Even Better Than Any of Manny Pacquiao’s Fights

Summer hasn’t only been giving me the usual “summer boredom”, but also, a very chronic brother-sister rivalry over the so-called “thing that changed the human home entertainment life” — the remote.

For instance…

I am watching a show on Discovery Channel. Then my sister suddenly comes in, telling me that she wants Totally Spies and claiming that she was the one who opened the TV first and therefore, she has the power over the remote control. I, then make funny faces to piss her off. I love the way she gets pissed off. She would go hysterical like a mad man in a straitjacket. And then, I would keep the remote away from her deadly claws. But she’s impenetrable. The next thing would happen is, she will use her karate skills that she learned 2 years ago just to grasp hold and take power over the remote.

Then another character would come into the scene. So heavy-duty that neither my “protective skills” on the remote and my sister’s karate could ever out-power it — my mom. She would take over between us, get the remote, and would change the channel to afternoon dramas she’s fond of watching.

It’s a draw.

It always end up like that. No one of us, me and my sister, would ever try to demand whenever my mom gets between us.

But we’re not always having a rivalry over who gets the remote control. Sometimes, we both agree on something — Spongebob Squarepants.

Unpredictable

One night, I was lying down in my bed, listening to my favorite radio show. The clock was pointing to 11:30. Insomnia gave me a visit that night. For me, it was a usual situation — staying up late while doing nothing and thinking deeply about you. Yes, I was thinking about you. It has been every night since my heart spelled out your name. But that night was different. It’s vacation and the chances of my eyes meeting yours have dropped down to zero. Everything was an indication — a sign that I used to deny. But during that night, while the DJ was speaking out of my speakers and while I was thinking deeply about you, I was sure to myself that I was, and still is, missing you to death.

I felt my cellphone in my pocket vibrated. I was unable to hear it ring because the radio’s volume was too loud, but it didn’t wake anyone up. I looked at my cellphone that was kept on vibrating. Gah…just a message, I thought. I opened it and it was you who sent the message…it was your name that was written on top of the screen. And below it was your message. “I love you”, you texted. I was enlightened. I felt that dawn suddenly covered up that gloomy night of mine. I kept staring on those words you just texted me. You are really unpredictable, I thought.

Full of happiness, I replied your message with, “I love you too”. I almost jumped on my bed, kicked the radio, and shouted so loud because of so much happiness I was feeling. Then, you replied. I was so excited about what your reply was. But I felt broke, doomed, crushed down when I saw your reply….

“Sorry…wrong send”

Ouch. You really are unpredictable, I thought.