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[Wednesday, March 29, 2006]
rigel: sira comp ko, nakikigamit lang ako kaasar
rigel: sira mainboard ko
self: bakit naman?
rigel: hard dick ko nakakabit
self: huli ka balbon
sige ingat.ü
posted by stani at 12:03 AM
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rigel: sira mainboard ko
self: bakit naman?
rigel: hard dick ko nakakabit
self: huli ka balbon
sige ingat.ü
posted by stani at 12:03 AM
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[Tuesday, March 28, 2006]
this is one of those "write one statement for each of 10 livejournal friends blah blah" things. obviously, i'm not using livejournal, but i do feel obliged to go through with it since i was one of five people tagged for the job. just to be contrary, i'll also be referring to people who don't have blogs. so there.
1. mas maayos ka nung wala ka pang boyfriend.
2. i miss how we used to be so close.
3. hindi ka nakakatawa. sa totoo lang, dati ka pang hindi nakakatawa.
4. none of us think you're a loser even if your grades suck ass.
5. nakakalungkot isipin kung gaano kalaki ang ibinaba ng tingin ko sa 'yo mula first term.
6. to be honest, my interests have shifted. if it weren't for the company, i would've quit long ago.
7. tara, bumalik na lang tayong high school. nabobobo lang ako dito.
8. brokeback mountain aside, i feel that i have a genuine connection with you.
9. sorry kung nabastos ka sa ginawa ko. iba lang talaga tayo ng gustong ipahiwatig.
10. i wish i could be more than just your friend.
sige ingat.ü
posted by stani at 1:14 PM
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1. mas maayos ka nung wala ka pang boyfriend.
2. i miss how we used to be so close.
3. hindi ka nakakatawa. sa totoo lang, dati ka pang hindi nakakatawa.
4. none of us think you're a loser even if your grades suck ass.
5. nakakalungkot isipin kung gaano kalaki ang ibinaba ng tingin ko sa 'yo mula first term.
6. to be honest, my interests have shifted. if it weren't for the company, i would've quit long ago.
7. tara, bumalik na lang tayong high school. nabobobo lang ako dito.
8. brokeback mountain aside, i feel that i have a genuine connection with you.
9. sorry kung nabastos ka sa ginawa ko. iba lang talaga tayo ng gustong ipahiwatig.
10. i wish i could be more than just your friend.
sige ingat.ü
posted by stani at 1:14 PM
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[Tuesday, March 21, 2006]
what is the last straw?
a few days ago, i was at tapa king, waiting for friend x, with whom i was hitching a ride home. friend y, who was also supposed to ride with us, hadn't yet arrived when x pulled up. when x inquired about the whereabouts of y, i was suddenly seized with a mad desire to tell x that y had changed his plans and wouldn't be joining us.
i don't know why that rogue thought crossed my mind. i had nothing to gain from this stunt; indeed, i wouldn't even be there to witness y's reaction to our sudden disappearance. my callousness may even have resulted in the irrepairable severing of ties between y and myself, a strategic liability, to say the least.
on that note, what constitutes the degree of forgivability of an action? how does one know when one has crossed the proverbial line? in my experience, forgiving is different from forgetting, and only few are capable of applying both to injury on a regular basis.
forgiveness defines how one is to relate with the offender in future encounters - does one retain the same degree of familiarity, or even a degree of civility? does his|her speech and manner now warrant deeper reading? this is an inherent incapability of the masculine, evident in the clichéd stiffness with which old rivals greet each other.
forgetness [if such a word exists], on the other hand, rules over how much one regrets the current state of things - whether one loses sleep over it, or instead dreams about some alternate timeline where one's friends remained so. this is more of a problem for those with a greater degree of femininity, as it less associated with the superego than the id.
it is in how much hubris and ennui an other charges within the self that decides when the last straw has been broken. this, i feel, is by definition a relative matter, as the same scenario may evoke a different mix of emotions depending on when, where, why, and with whom it occurred.
sige ingat.ü
posted by stani at 1:14 PM
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a few days ago, i was at tapa king, waiting for friend x, with whom i was hitching a ride home. friend y, who was also supposed to ride with us, hadn't yet arrived when x pulled up. when x inquired about the whereabouts of y, i was suddenly seized with a mad desire to tell x that y had changed his plans and wouldn't be joining us.
i don't know why that rogue thought crossed my mind. i had nothing to gain from this stunt; indeed, i wouldn't even be there to witness y's reaction to our sudden disappearance. my callousness may even have resulted in the irrepairable severing of ties between y and myself, a strategic liability, to say the least.
on that note, what constitutes the degree of forgivability of an action? how does one know when one has crossed the proverbial line? in my experience, forgiving is different from forgetting, and only few are capable of applying both to injury on a regular basis.
forgiveness defines how one is to relate with the offender in future encounters - does one retain the same degree of familiarity, or even a degree of civility? does his|her speech and manner now warrant deeper reading? this is an inherent incapability of the masculine, evident in the clichéd stiffness with which old rivals greet each other.
forgetness [if such a word exists], on the other hand, rules over how much one regrets the current state of things - whether one loses sleep over it, or instead dreams about some alternate timeline where one's friends remained so. this is more of a problem for those with a greater degree of femininity, as it less associated with the superego than the id.
it is in how much hubris and ennui an other charges within the self that decides when the last straw has been broken. this, i feel, is by definition a relative matter, as the same scenario may evoke a different mix of emotions depending on when, where, why, and with whom it occurred.
sige ingat.ü
posted by stani at 1:14 PM
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[Thursday, March 16, 2006]
having little to do this morning in the lull before enrollment, i suddenly recalled that i had uploaded a couple of new pics to my friendster account, to which i hadn't affixed captions yet. upon seeing my home page, i noticed that someone had bothered to write me a new testimonial. this information surprised me, frankly, since i have been of the opinion that friendster had already run its course.
out of curiosity, after accepting said testimonial, i decided to read through all of my old ones. it was an odd sadness realizing how much i'd changed since creating my profile. so many then-touching affirmations from people that i rarely get to see anymore, if at all. between friendships left to fade away, increasingly tasking responsibilities, and the inevitable nonchalance that has settled upon all of us, i can count on my digits how many people have remained friendly, how many memories still make me smile, or even how many words of praise are still applicable.
it's a disturbing thought, how we've all grown apart over the years. independence, laziness, distrust, re-evaluation, we all have our poison. it's both impractical and emotionally taxing to backtrack instead of burning bridges, so very few of us actually succeed in repairing broken relationships. most of us would rather make new friends than reunite with old ones. the same goes for old habits, hobbies, personality traits - given the new environment we've explored over the past two years, we've all contracted some form of shell shock.
see, even the genuine [i think] regret i feel for some of my own transgressions aren't enough to convince me to do anything about them. this entry i envisioned as some sort of warning but even as i type it, i see the overflowing drama. it's just too easy to let go of ideas that just aren't useful anymore, if you catch my drift.
last week, for instance, my drinking buddies and i agreed upon a get-together after ten years. i honestly wonder if i'll remember to go. now, it seems unthinkable that i'd not see them for more than a day or two, or chat them up if we run into each other online, but after graduation, who knows? a curt "uy" or a buzz left unanswered might be that last attempt at communication before an awkward reunion at somebody's funeral.
absence makes the heart go wander. until recently, i found this pun terribly witty. now that i care less for wit, it's simply terrible.
so before i forget, and in case our paths don't cross again -
sige ingat.ü
posted by stani at 3:24 PM
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out of curiosity, after accepting said testimonial, i decided to read through all of my old ones. it was an odd sadness realizing how much i'd changed since creating my profile. so many then-touching affirmations from people that i rarely get to see anymore, if at all. between friendships left to fade away, increasingly tasking responsibilities, and the inevitable nonchalance that has settled upon all of us, i can count on my digits how many people have remained friendly, how many memories still make me smile, or even how many words of praise are still applicable.
it's a disturbing thought, how we've all grown apart over the years. independence, laziness, distrust, re-evaluation, we all have our poison. it's both impractical and emotionally taxing to backtrack instead of burning bridges, so very few of us actually succeed in repairing broken relationships. most of us would rather make new friends than reunite with old ones. the same goes for old habits, hobbies, personality traits - given the new environment we've explored over the past two years, we've all contracted some form of shell shock.
see, even the genuine [i think] regret i feel for some of my own transgressions aren't enough to convince me to do anything about them. this entry i envisioned as some sort of warning but even as i type it, i see the overflowing drama. it's just too easy to let go of ideas that just aren't useful anymore, if you catch my drift.
last week, for instance, my drinking buddies and i agreed upon a get-together after ten years. i honestly wonder if i'll remember to go. now, it seems unthinkable that i'd not see them for more than a day or two, or chat them up if we run into each other online, but after graduation, who knows? a curt "uy" or a buzz left unanswered might be that last attempt at communication before an awkward reunion at somebody's funeral.
absence makes the heart go wander. until recently, i found this pun terribly witty. now that i care less for wit, it's simply terrible.
so before i forget, and in case our paths don't cross again -
sige ingat.ü
posted by stani at 3:24 PM
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[Tuesday, March 14, 2006]
[Sunday, March 12, 2006]
most of you will have by now come across this email.
pretty impressive, actually, and rightly so. personally, though, perhaps i would've been a tad more affected if i hadn't already touched on the same topic one year ago.
pope was right - people never learn.
sige ingat.ü
posted by stani at 8:40 PM
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pretty impressive, actually, and rightly so. personally, though, perhaps i would've been a tad more affected if i hadn't already touched on the same topic one year ago.
pope was right - people never learn.
sige ingat.ü
posted by stani at 8:40 PM
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[Saturday, March 11, 2006]
i care little for the sea.
i dislike her lonely endlessness, that brutal honesty with which she shakes her head, refusing to do us favors.
i have no great love for the salt that weights the air around her with a sudden hunger, or how she leaves facts out to dry on rocky shores, keeping instead her icy opinions locked away, unfathomable.
i envy how effortlessly she remains deep, constant, in that grey knowledge that immortality is a fearsome thing, in that patience with which she teaches fish to fly.
the sea is as true to her nature as i am capricious, and this tame acceptance is why we can never be friends.
perhaps it is fate that i should have nothing to do with the sea. mine is, after all, a month of storms, when people would rather not think of water. my sign is air and hers is neither the same as mine, nor is it earth or fire. thus, we have nothing to say to each other, not even to argue about.
this does not bother me; it is not man's place to hold the sea as an equal. our ships are as empty a lordship as any other crown. it simply does not do to attempt conversation with a thing older than creation, silent as a passing star.
see, then, how i give the sea grudging respect. though i would sooner drown than have lunch with her and discuss the weather, i cannot speak ill of her, for she has mastered that art which i, by definition, cannot practice:
tolerance.
posted by stani at 10:27 PM
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i dislike her lonely endlessness, that brutal honesty with which she shakes her head, refusing to do us favors.
i have no great love for the salt that weights the air around her with a sudden hunger, or how she leaves facts out to dry on rocky shores, keeping instead her icy opinions locked away, unfathomable.
i envy how effortlessly she remains deep, constant, in that grey knowledge that immortality is a fearsome thing, in that patience with which she teaches fish to fly.
the sea is as true to her nature as i am capricious, and this tame acceptance is why we can never be friends.
perhaps it is fate that i should have nothing to do with the sea. mine is, after all, a month of storms, when people would rather not think of water. my sign is air and hers is neither the same as mine, nor is it earth or fire. thus, we have nothing to say to each other, not even to argue about.
this does not bother me; it is not man's place to hold the sea as an equal. our ships are as empty a lordship as any other crown. it simply does not do to attempt conversation with a thing older than creation, silent as a passing star.
see, then, how i give the sea grudging respect. though i would sooner drown than have lunch with her and discuss the weather, i cannot speak ill of her, for she has mastered that art which i, by definition, cannot practice:
tolerance.
posted by stani at 10:27 PM
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[Friday, March 10, 2006]
everyone is drinking tonight. for once, everyone has a good reason to. for past loves and future prospects, for birthdays, for theses and midterm exams, for electoral seats, for teachers and best friends, the clink of glass resounds from every table, whether accompanied by random bursts of laughter or the contagious melancholy of solitary drinkers.
summer, it would seem, has come for us.
already evident in our test scores is a hostile takeover of our thoughts, with most of us already done planning our respective out-of-town forays. after near-bombings, landslides, and a few days of "sorta kinda" martial law, nothing can rattle us. we've finally graduated from the cautious superstitions of the new year's earlier months, and can't wait to show it.
fate seems to agree, giving us ample opportunity to squander our bravado on a string of firsts. what better time for new beginnings, than a rapidly approaching ending [for some of us, anyway] to our student roles. having already gone through most liquors, some occult college practices, and a couple of organic unmentionables, not much is left for me to explore. well, not much that i'm looking forward to, at any rate.
in that light, i suppose passing our thesis defense counts for something. l'chaim.
sige ingat.ü
posted by stani at 11:31 PM
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summer, it would seem, has come for us.
already evident in our test scores is a hostile takeover of our thoughts, with most of us already done planning our respective out-of-town forays. after near-bombings, landslides, and a few days of "sorta kinda" martial law, nothing can rattle us. we've finally graduated from the cautious superstitions of the new year's earlier months, and can't wait to show it.
fate seems to agree, giving us ample opportunity to squander our bravado on a string of firsts. what better time for new beginnings, than a rapidly approaching ending [for some of us, anyway] to our student roles. having already gone through most liquors, some occult college practices, and a couple of organic unmentionables, not much is left for me to explore. well, not much that i'm looking forward to, at any rate.
in that light, i suppose passing our thesis defense counts for something. l'chaim.
sige ingat.ü
posted by stani at 11:31 PM
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[Saturday, March 04, 2006]
arun -- [adjective]: Sexually stunning 'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com |
too bad it's random.
sige ingat.ü
posted by stani at 8:55 PM
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[Friday, March 03, 2006]
for those of you with broadband internet or six free hours, this preview for spore is a must-see. oh, and don't bother to "manually download" the video - you'll be streaming it anyway. learned that the hard way.
sige ingat.ü
posted by stani at 6:25 PM
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sige ingat.ü
posted by stani at 6:25 PM
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