Today, I feel like being productive.
And I think that blogging counts. Not that I have anything to say really. I just feel the need to write because talking to myself would most likely garner me a series of roundhouse kicks from my roommates. Anyhows, because my thoughts are rarely in order these days, I feel that it would be best if I used a human invention that is pure genius. Ladies, gentlemen and the rest of my imaginary audience, I shall now commence writing in bullet points.
- Eh. I really don’t get why they’re called bullet points. I mean, if they are named that way because they’re a system of killer dots that make poorly constructed sentences and pseudo-intellectual statements bleed to death after a nice ol’ game of Russian roulette, then I don’t think they deserve such a badass title.
- ^See, my point exactly.
- I have no idea why I’m functioning like this when I’m not even high on coffee or what-have-yous.
- I cannot sleep. Should I resort to getting a job at a taxi agency or whachamacallthose, work late night shifts for twelve hours straight and then go to a hole in the wall kind of cinema house where they only show porn and sell stale popcorn?
- I see a cold morning outside my window and now I’m trying to remember how that smells like. That would’ve never been a problem in the province.
- I forgot what I was planning for myself today. Did I even have a plan?
- This inexorable snowball of absurdity is gaining momentum but I think I’ll just laugh now.
- Almost done with tying loose ends. Who needs a rope and a scout’s skills in knotting when you have well-secured blinds?
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I miss making vectors and posters and unbranded crap.
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This is how productive I am at work today. A reaction to last week’s series of frustrating horror movies, the royal wedding hype, and Thor.
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La Union, April 2011:
The escape I needed. The world I wanted to see and feel. It was exactly where I wanted to be. Giant turtles, purple islands, reptile people, subtitles on the beach. This one’s for the books.
I’m doing my internship in this ad agency right now and I’ve been breaking rules since last week. It’s fun cos there’s this challenge to make gradients and drop shadows work without looking awful. I may not go into advertising but I gained so much respect for people who are in that industry. They’re soooo brilliant in brainstorming @_@
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Can I call myself a junior art director instead of an intern? It sounds more kickass.
I feel like Joel but I kind of want to prance around like Clementine.
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I dream of the world letting me go, letting me be. To be set free from those that shake my hand after they’ve slapped their wives and beat their children. From those that prostitute themselves and drag me and my friends by our shoelaces to come join them. From those that sell me drugs of all kinds and tell me I need them. From wardens, from doctors, from lawyers, from businessmen, from politicians, from nuns, from popes and everyone else who shove the keys of my shackles down my throat. I’d like to be free, along with naked bards, freezing outside and writing and painting the history of mankind with our own sweat, snot, and blood. And we shall live in a cave, by the fire singing songs by dead bearded men.
My roommate and I just glue gunned coins on random places all over our dorm floor.
I’m kinda happy with how Ringo Starr turned out…
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i wanna make artsy fartsy shit but i have no idea what to do. i need suggestions or whatever cos i’m experiencing withdrawals or whatever it is you call em these days……
fast doodle. the person on the left is freshman me and the one on the right is present me. i kinda got “nostalgic” so i went online to check out my grades from freshman year. man…whyyyy. WHYYYYYYYYYY???!!!!
it’s like i wanna beat the old me up just cos she/I had it easy. and i also wanna give her/me a bath cos these jokes about (not) taking a bath twice a day are still going on. -_-
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I read the email Mr. Ambeth Ocampo sent us through the yahoo group…
i smiled but died a little inside at the same time. for some odd reason, remembering the man and his lectures just make me feel “at home” and nostalgic. suddenly, a montage of memories flood my mind: snapshots of my grade school days, field trips, unsupervised misadventures, etc. i could even smell the scent of my old textbooks all the way from here.
i wish i didn’t cut that much :|
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I’m reading up on character archetypes in Wikipedia and I’ve been downloading movies like crazy these past few days. I’m on my way to becoming an Abed.
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Ideas are bullet proof. And you can’t put handcuffs on them either.
Sometimes, we need something dramatic and drastic to happen just so we’d actually see what’s going on. Anything that causes disruption in the midst of this normalcy, monotony and stoicism just so we’ll see a bit more clearly and be more aware of what the heck’s happening. Anything.
I mean, not to sound preachy and self-righteous or whatever but if he (or anyone) didn’t do anything sacrilegious or scandalous or obscene or what-have-you, would some of us care and stop to think twice about our country’s situation? I dunno about you but I wouldn’t.
Thanks Carlos Celdran for moving me to give a rats ass. I wish my balls were as big as yours. Figuratively.
