tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249773742012-01-06T16:25:26.543+08:00A peek at the messy puree that is my mind...Annanoreply@blogger.comBlogger3721100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24977374.post-64261728223573574592011-12-28T09:48:00.002+08:002011-12-28T09:49:58.809+08:00

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Nothing is as abstract as Being. The creation of nothing as a concept that may have sprouted from the realization of being is very logical to me. But whether these concepts --- nothing and being --- are akin to anti-matter and matter may not be parallel. Not even congruent. A fundamental component of matter such as the electron has its corresponding anti-matter counterpart, that is the

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Elijah on Mt. HorebThunder, Fire, Earthquake...God is not in any of those phenomena. God is in the whispering breeze. In the silence of the universe. "For the confusions around, are mere reflections of what's within."

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Why so?I applied for leave at work for a problem-free gestation and I'm expecting a lot of self-rediscovery and more quality time with the familial unit. I remember creating this blog after I gave birth to my eldest son and after self-studying html and css during my unemployed, pregnant period.I deliberately immersed myself on those things because I was getting anxious after being diagnosed with

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At long last, I'm expecting again. Yay.The first trimester hurling and heightened sense of smell are here. Boo.I actually forgot how this felt like when I was expecting my son 6 years ago and I'm very much convinced that the surge of postpartum hormones, including those involved in lactation, sends chemical messages to my pituitary gland (which is very close to my memory and feeling centers in my

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It has dawned on me that whatever I am is a fraction of what is required or needed.Therefore, it is expected for parts to be found elsewhere; sought and acquired elsewhere, perhaps. Maybe, for consistency's sake, it might be more pragmatic to just get rid of the fraction that remains and be the antithesis of the whole norm.The bottom line question is, "when will I be enough as is?"

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I was within the heaven that receivesmore of His light; and saw things that hewho from that height descends, forgets or cannot speak; for nearing its desired end,our intellect sinks into an abyssso deep that memory fails to follow it.[The Divine Comedy, Paradiso; Canto I (4-9)]Call it fate. I have read an analysis of Dante's Inferno (read my post almost 4 years ago where I misspelled hypocrisy,

Annanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24977374.post-44689958195798002372011-06-05T22:39:00.003+08:002011-06-05T22:47:59.635+08:00

My husband was kind enough to download "Song of Love" at work (oops), but I haven't seen the movie yet. I'll watch it this week. Meanwhile, I'm sooooo happy that Google helped me find out the title of that Chopin movie I saw years ago....it's called "A Song to Remember." It's interesting that both films have "Song" in the title. Song sounds better than musical piece or composition (too many words

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Thou art my soul, thou art my heart;Thou both my joy, and sadness artThou art my world, where I am mover,my heav'n art thou wherein I hover thou art my grave,wherein I cast forever all my sorrow past!Thou art my rest my peace protectingthou art from heav'n my life directing.Make me by worth, thy love to own!Thy glance to me myself hath shown!Thou'rt ever round me hov'ring by,My guardian sprite,

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Hmmmm...What is up with the cosmos?

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Click on the photo and visit the incredible photo blog that is lantaw.blogspot.comFor the third time in two years, I had the fortunate chance to go up to Baguio and enjoy the cold weather with my extended family. I love the cold. I love the vegetables. I love the mountains. I love the local pine trees. I love strawberries in various states of freshness. Boom di yada...and so the Discovery channel

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In my country, being called a crab is insulting. But invertebrates do not constitute the gist of this post. To the people who have made much ado with my weight loss which has made my regular response close to a monotonous tape-recorded message ala stephen hawking, stop saying things that obviously aim to make me feel bad but which I obviously know to be some repugnant method of bitter projection

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There are also some developments in cyber/social network issues that put a smile on my face, make me nod my head & say "good for you, well done mate." Because we should have realized by now that there is no point stopping our pace or maintaining a backwards pace (which, in my opinion, are the exact same thing...in terms of relativity). Walt Disney said "keep moving forward" or was it "keep

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There are cyber/social network issues that constantly tempt me to rip the monitor out of its set-up and transform it into a lethal projectile. Or wish that I had a huge red button to press in case of targeted missile launches. *cue Vader-like breathing* Enough. Moving on.

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The only time that a third of my brain, particularly my logic center and probably my Broca's lobe, took a rest was last Monday before my endoscopy. It was just half an hour but it was refreshing. In a non-scientologist way. During sleep, our brain tries to make sense of what our conscious selves experienced or thought of while we were awake. It occasionally translates into dreams, but the most

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I had the unfortunate experience of being hospitalized for week-long abdominal pain. Pain that can be likened to somewhere between ice getting stuck on one's skin and a gas leak-caused explosion. I was sure I had ulcer. After blood tests, a full abdominal ultrasound and endoscopy, the diagnosis was pan gastropathy and cholelithiasis. Meaning, I have a very inflamed stomach and I have a gall stone

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Vous sentez-vous déjà enfoui au plus profondSix pieds sous criMais personne ne semble entendre une chose?(Feu d'artifice, Katy Perry)Merci beaucop, Google Translate.

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I've been told twice that I resembled:As always, for the sake of quasi-modesty, I respond in the form of self-mockery or pity for Kelly Misa. Oh, but the obnoxious self-glorifying crazy dance that happens in the deepest recesses of my poker face-covered skull is far from being modest. Tell me, who doesn't want to look like a model? Huh? Huh?Looking at the other possible extreme...Kelly Misa being

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Aside from power, the self is also overrated.

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I was just following orders from over yonder.On the fork, took the path of great resistance.It is the hardest yet the shortest.The straightest path towards self-awareness.Utopia; like infinity; like undefined; almost imaginary.

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There's no fun in periods and exclamation points.Sometimes, we should take the time and admit to ourselves that:WE DON'T KNOW.So straighten the creases on your forehead with that imaginary iron.Shrug.I DON'T KNOW.YOU DON'T KNOW EITHER.And now let's do the military "about face" and walk away.I'm walking.You should too.

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Wouldn't it be sad to be aware that you have excessively banal alter-egos that constantly threaten the solidity of your family? And that these alter-egos only come out of your subconscious when you suddenly experience stress or anxiety?United States of Tara is a brilliant, vulgar, raw new drama with the incredibly talented Toni Colette playing the mentally exhausted Tara. I leave the whole

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What attracts me to the classic authors is not the whole I'm a literati effect, but the topics they chose to highlight in their material. I've observed that classic writers like Ernest Hemingway, John Steinbeck, even James Joyce, have the keen gift of romanticizing the mundane. Their protagonists are often ordinary people with ordinary traits. No superhero, genius, incredibly good-looking, super

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...and tomorrow soon becomes now. Ann Ward, who won the 15th cycle of America's Next Model, was once upon a time an awkward bully magnet. I like her story and I feel some sort of empathic vindication. A lot of people are mean. And I realized that these self-proclaimed popular people are mean because they're actually insecure and that putting other people down based on physicality or some odd

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I hate it when I finally publish a post and I then read preposterous grammar or nonsensical clauses. Then I'd force myself to edit the post and re-publish. Unless I'm posting from my mobile phone or if I just don't give a rat's ass at the moment.It's not as if I have 10 avid blog readers. Okay, that was probably an overestimation...let me rephrase that....It's not as if I have 5 avid blog readers

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I'm reading John Steinbeck's Sweet Thursday, which I bought from this street vendor of pre-owned books on my way to lunch over 3 days ago. And while at the hospital waiting for my husband who was having surgery, I read "Thought is the evasion of feeling." And I went "Boom! You got my vote right there, Mr. Steinbeck." He was describing the character of Doc who collected and preserved biological

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I've been scouring my head where to find my long lost body...here it is...in New York City no less with caffeine on hand and glaring into the distance (or across the street).Of Course Not.I'm not even remotely close to the vicinity of this woman's bone structure. DUH.Well, kudos to the wonderful "Sartorialist" whom you can visit at http://thesartorialist.blogspot.com

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Brace yourself. There are two things that make me angry as a barbaric visigoth: liars and users. I particularly have an aversion towards people who put words on other people's mouths and those who accept these words as fact. Meanwhile, the climactic boo-worthy exercise of users that drop you like a hot potato is one for the books...like the Tibetan book of the dead. Oh, I have mastered the art of

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Young friends and acquaintances dying suddenly either due to medical reasons or accident can really make a mess of my subconscious. My husband and father getting surgeries plus my irksome 2-week old cough (not TB, i'm sure) showing no sign of letting go are getting into the nasty part of my mind. That part that likes to show up as very bad dreams. I'm taking comfort in the achievements of my

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Beats the hell out of me. Attribute it to oxidative stress, mysteriously sped-up metabolism & some form of withdrawal symptom that causes loss of appetite. Or anti-thinking thinking exercise. Geez.

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Because of my gracious husband who got me The Beatles anthology series, I got to rekindle my fanatical Beatlemaniac days in grade school/ high school. Hey, I grew up in the 80's-90's but this TV channel in the late 80's had a 2-hour special called "Remembering the Beatles" and it was summer then so everyday I was introduced and became almost obsessed about the Beatles.To the point that I asked my

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A few months ago, I decided to avoid anything that will cause unnecessary anxiety or some form of complicated mental turmoil. That's why. Period. That's why. And I'm hoping for your favorable response or favorable non-response...understanding and consideration. Respectfully, Yours Truly.

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While anxiously waiting to be subjected to certain medical diagnostic procedures, the waiting list screen decided to flash this statement by Winston Churchill:"Now this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end.But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning."Is it just me, or did God, through Churchill on an LCD screen imply that I just chose the path towards my fate? Whatever that

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I have "alien grammar days."Just like when I'm supposed to say something mundane like flower and I end up blurting out washing machine instead. Or my tenses are all confused.I'm tempted to say brain tumor about this issue, but I prefer to make "paranoid hypochondriac day" as a mutually exclusive event with respect to "alien grammar day." They must not intersect, otherwise....otherwise, well, I

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What in the name of delusional sociopathic iconoclast wannabe did I ever think that Ayn Rand &/or Marjane Satrapi would compete as my long lost best friend? They're probably poised lazily on their chaise longues and smoking while looking at me with squinting eyes as if I were an unnamed specimen and all they could say would be something like...A.R.: "Interesting subject, eh?" then looks at M.S.

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Uh oh, I think Ayn Rand has a competition in the form of Marjane Satrapi. Competition in terms of what? In terms of being my long lost best friend. Thanks to a friend who was formerly a philosophy teacher turned ordained priest/ Vatican-educated theological expert (who is in denial that he may potentially become a bishop or cardinal or the pope LOL) who lent me his copy of Persepolis 2, I met

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Pride enslaves people. It is truly the root of all evil and sin. And because of the difficulty in minimizing pride and NOT giving in to its sinful derivatives, many have decided to "make sin, in." Being out-of-bounds when drinking, being merry, or even loving...these do not constitute true bliss. These are cheap, 1-day warranty, knock off versions of happiness. And always... always...God, through

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Let us enter the metaphorical world of inflammation and wound healing. When a sharp implement punctures the skin--perhaps due to an accident or deliberately, in the case of blood extraction (or damage motivated by evil...)--bacteria and other opportunistic pathogens enter the open skin and attempt to infiltrate the immediate vicinity. Meanwhile, the cascade of inflammatory responses leading to

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my actuality is conflicted. one advantage of the female psyche is being fickle which is, of course, a bane when it comes to retail. i shall embrace my reality. throw your tomatoes at me for being dramatic if you want, it'd be very good for my skin. *curtsy*

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I'm beginning to abhor men. Help me Lord. I'm starting to see them as a single unit like the cilia of paramecia or limbs of centipedes. Innumerable but the same. Except for Jesus, I'm starting to believe that they're ALL THE SAME. SOS! Danger alert! Mayday, mayday!

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tone down the self-centeredness my big rear.i was still talking about myself and going towards the opposite end of being self-centered.oh no no no, i do not want to be too liberal/rightist when it comes to my self-image.i will attempt to avoid thinking too much about how i've been worse or better than anyone else.that is hard, i tell you.you try it....not easy, eh?but i will not submit to the

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I resolve to aim for a less self-centered approach to living. I will stop the "woe is me" attitude and begin the Athena/Atalanta mindset on things. On a leash of course. We don't want some mad Anna running around causing bloodshed everywhere. One step at a time. There's no need to rush...yeah, it's like learning to fly...just like that Jordin Sparks song.Renoir's Woman Reading

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It is during Christmas when I experience temporary clarity and elation. Yes, elation. And you're probably going to say...'After all the quasi-poignant-bordering-on-schizophrenic posts? You are either seriously mental OR doing some psywar experiment!' Uhm, 80.5% mental, 15% psywar and 0.5% hungry. Going back to 'elation'...it's the whole cocktail of festive food, good apparel, reconnections,

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"What defines you is who you are when no one is looking..."~Anna WintourAnd that, my friend, is the answer to your question.

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'...life is very short and there's no time for fussing and fighting my friend...' -the beatles

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I would choose Salvador Dali and Rene Magritte. I think the three of us could be best friends. I really do.Dali's "Burning Giraffe"

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Salvador Dali's Persistence of Memory...Anna's interpretation of the same piece...The scarred integument is highly fashionable in surreal art. That's my non-expert opinion.

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that God wants to distract me by sending, precisely that, distractions. seemingly valid confusions. and the devil sees it as an opportunity to tempt. but the Lord is good, Our Lady intercedes, the angel guards dutifully. i am not like you. i intend to take my revenge in the form of fidelity. of angry, resentful fidelity. because our competition is on who is the holier than thou person.

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Click on the image above to go to the cafe website.This local bakeshop sells really good desserts and rolls, but it's commonly encountered as a stall at malls. Luckily, there's this mall near where I work that actually has a cafe and they also serve spectacular pasta and sandwiches. Understated elegance, really. And the tables have small personalized notes...the whole ambiance is very rustic and

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I couldn't blame that friend who took his life last Sep8. I'm not justifying his decision to commit suicide. My life isn't mine and taking it would be stealing. It's just that people perceive him to be a straight,simple, and funny person who was always there when you needed him. Probably, when he tried to reveal his problems, he was just ignored or thought of as silly. That's what I've been

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--- the Panzerschreck of pinprickshave trained and formed the resilientbut when the cup overflowsit is but natural to succumb to vulnerabilityuntil it is emptied and becomes readyfor another bombardment ---"Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded --with what caution --with what foresight --with what

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when you are negatively judged because you have certain things that other people desire, you learn to emotionally protect yourself by practicing some sort of poker face/ wednesday adams kind of demeanor.when they deliberately tell you in your face that you don't deserve something for reasons including: you're ugly, you didn't deserve the thing, etc etc, you learn to become a piece of immovable

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...are meant to be loved, nurtured and respected.I am strongly against any action that mars the dignity of children and the environment.

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i still would like to work in a museum or library. or be a sales clerk at sephora. that's what's good about the whole possibility of emigration...i can be whatever i want to be as long as i earn a decent living.

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because, you can't be a regular if you just play piano. the strings have dominated the orchestral scene because they're ubiquitous. does that mean i'm considering becoming a string player? hell no. no offence meant to violin, cello, or viola players. then again, why not? when we migrate, i might consider a shift in career. like play in a subway for change? la vie boheme.

Annanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24977374.post-50209642103108783562010-11-30T10:27:00.003+08:002010-11-30T10:35:39.433+08:00

And let me talk to you with your silencethat is bright as a lamp, simple as a ring.You are like the night, with its stillness and constellations.Your silence is that of a star, as remote and candid.- Pablo Neruda

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I should get the old school metronome. Just because a piano is lonely without a creepy, pendulum-sounding metronome to accompany it.

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I'm kidding. But if I had a house that's big enough to fit a baby grand...AND if I had money to actually buy a baby grand...

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The supreme creator is the most patient being in the universe for not allowing my right hand to literally sever itself from my forelimb. I've been planning to see an orthopedic surgeon for a blasted ganglion cyst since...2008, no, 2006...you do the blog post cross-referencing. I'm clearly suffering from some deep-seated, conflict avoidance, socio-blah-blah.OR MAYBE I'm actually enjoying the fact

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I initially imagined that I would see The Little Mermaid for the first time on a cool evening. Well, my first time was on an unattractively windy, gloomy, overcast, drizzling afternoon and I was squinting the whole time. The experience was the complete opposite of quixotic. Well, I hope one day, one evening, I'd actually see her again. On a cool, starlit night just as I first imagined it.

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every second of every minute we are testedevery hour of everyday we are bestedby our reason, by the seasonevery start of every partwe are testedevery end, what we spendwe are besteddefying reason, just like treasonthe risk of pain, what we weighwe are testedthe risk of hurt, who we hurtwe are bestedraising reason as the reasonchoices made, like a spadewe are testedself-inflicted, pain-strickenwe

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and i see snow partially hiding narrow, cobblestone streets with bustling people in all black mumbling frenchified rolling R's or germanic V's or scandinavian AA's whilst i grit my teeth in an attempt to fake a grin and hide my dangerously dropping body temperature. so i pull my huge black, knitted shoulder bag like the only piece of clothing i have in this mental silent movie and close my eyes

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in the serenity of a solitary moment, recollections of the brightest sensations through carefully kept images rekindle the basic human curiosity about time travel. whereas the common mode would be a series of various retrospective trips, i prefer the repeated exposure to a single event, perhaps two or three. a standstill. a sustained being. an experience of indefinite length. of combined extremes

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misses. miss. missing. what was i saying? what i was saying. feeling beatnik-ish.

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There are times when persons pick you to be their entertainment of choice, because you present this facade of meekness. Other times you just feel awkward with the unfamiliar way certain persons treat you. I recommend adopting my philosophy of Rock: "All ye fellow citizens who choose to be steadfast with your principles or wear your precepts on your sleeve, apply the modified "bah-humbug" outlook

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...i'm poetic. limmerick-ish and gangsta-ish. so shut the f-ck up coz imma bust yo a-s off diz m-thah f-ck'n galaxee lyk andromeda collidin' witha milky way, peaz y'all.

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This was along Tietgensgade, Copenhagen with Kobenhavn station at the left side and the brown post office building on the right. Yes, it is a sucky video. I used my mobile so, excuse the prehistoric-ness.

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(The images are click-able, just in case you'd like to view the source or the detailed maps. My darn layout is too narrow, even if I worked for years to create this "Anna-ish" look.)I easily fall in-love with places that have an extensive public transportation system. The TTC (above) is connected to the bus lines in Ontario so even if you live in the suburbs or at least 100 kms away from

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When working in the academe, the transition between semesters provides an opportunity to 'vacuum-clean' internal &/or external hard drives resulting to periodic nostalgic montages that make the task almost impossible to accomplish. Also, it is a reminder to organize files into specific folders for ease of future retrieval. Of course, that reminder is always tossed into the to-do section of one's

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I'm very stressed. Subconsciously stressed. And so lately, I've been trying all sorts of strategies to erase the stress I'm immersed in. So I guffaw like a lunatic by watching Rosencrantz & Guildenstern are Dead and episodes of Big Bang Theory. I cry like a sappy teeny bopper while watching chick flicks like Love Happens. I pseudo-psychoanalyze episodes of Lie to Me. I create pretentious cups of

Annanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24977374.post-87750436481179751782010-10-18T22:15:00.001+08:002010-10-18T22:16:59.092+08:00

You're not a good person. And that's something you just can't wrap in nice packaging forever.

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And here's what Maya Angelou wants to say:You may write me down in historyWith your bitter, twisted lies,You may trod me in the very dirtBut still, like dust, I'll rise.Does my sassiness upset you?Why are you beset with gloom?'Cause I walk like I've got oil wellsPumping in my living room.Just like moons and like suns,With the certainty of tides,Just like hopes springing high,Still I'll rise.Did

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"...and it goes on and on and on and oooooon." Oh I got it bad. *insert dorky smiley*sigh

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The inspiration, I mean. I will not worry about why or when or how and just let it be. I plan to drown in it because I can and I want to and it makes me a very productive employee, family person, student, whatnot. I'm so inspired. Lala lala la.

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Quasi-artistic depiction of today's activity.

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September 8, 2010 will be remembered as the day a good friend took his life. We were all shocked when we discovered that he jumped off from their condo that morning. All we can do is speculate about the series of events or circumstances and the amount of time he spent contemplating the end of his life. And all we can do to comfort ourselves is to create hypothetical situations that would have

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Thank you for bothering to pretend to understand despite the deliberately listless cover. No the magazine isn't real. Heck, everything about the image isn't real. An alternate reality.

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This entry's title is an allusion to the last line of Archibald McLeish's 'Ars Poetica' that states, 'A poem should not mean but be.' This pseudoanonymity in the blogging world allows for the poetry of life to be. My intention may both include for life to mean and be. Strictly speaking, my blog entries are at least 90% based on deep-seated, cerebral cortex plus limbic system and hypothalamus

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it's ten to three on a sunday afternoon and the calming silence of siesta hour emanates like a paralyzing force that makes my body and my bed magnetically attracted to each other. for all the steel-like strength of my reasoning, my tired mind once again decides to swim into the pool of rose-colored memories after what seemed like an eternity of non-retrospective thinking. and as expected, it goes

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We are becoming reduced to lazy, sponge-like beings who accept whatever information is being fed by the media, persons of influence, or the web. We base our decisions or conclusions on what these explicit sources present to us. We are into the whole bandwagon, homogeneity-is-the-rule-so-wear-skinny jeans-and-flaunt-your-mac-teknobabble culture that the threat of that part of our brain in-charge

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Mondays & Thursdays are dissection days so the image above is a common sight/ eye sore for yours truly. Well, that's employment for ya. I start off with lectures at 7am and end at 4pm. At least today is Thursday...because Monday is dissection + doctoral class day so I get off at 7pm. Meanwhile, Tuesdays and Fridays are 7am-10am workdays. That's two 1 1/2 lecture classes in a row. And don't get

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My indifference level is increasing logarithmically. I'm like immunization...I'm painful now but may be good for you in the long run.

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I am turned off by insensitive, inconsiderate, self-absorbed, attention-seeking persons. On the one hand, I feel sorry for them since eventually no one will remain to give a rat's ass about them. People in this century are enthused in just a blink of an eye and move on at a much faster rate than citizens in the days of yore. Surely, only those who are in dire need of something or are plain daft

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Thank you a million gazillion times infinity, Lord!

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This poster is brash and heartless, but it's kinda funny depending on the circumstances you're in when you read it. Or if you're a lawyer or in the judiciary and you understand all those Latinized jargon that's meant to intimidate and get one's way out of some legal rut. Word power. And since we mentioned Latin, make that Word-from-a-dead-language Power. Corny infection spreading like wildfire.

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"We have two ears and one mouth so that we can listen twice as much as we speak." ~EpictetusOkay....I just had to come across that passage. I get it, Lord. No complaints. I haven't complained. I will move on.Another interesting quote I just read:"Never miss an opportunity to make others happy, even if you have to leave them alone in order to do it." ~Author UnknownAmen.

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Melancholy, Edvard Munch, 1891When will I find ears amidst the sea of blabbering mouths?I've become accustomed to being mute.It's as if there's a large vault in my chest that keeps getting heavier with no promise of ever becoming unloaded.I want to live far from here.I'm tired of offering myself up like some punching bag.Yes, I find some sense of fulfillment from the whole pseudo-altruism/

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I have seenI have beento places far and deepin my mindOnly to findComfort in your strangeness.~Cynthia Alexander

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Except for Rodin's "The Thinker" I've never seen the real version of the other pieces enumerated here. That is going to be one of my greatest goals in life. I remember seeing some Cezanne & Renoir pieces at the Glyptotek in Copenhagen (and a single Van Gogh painting of a bridge) and was teary-eyed. Picture taking was, of course, prohibited. I was the only person (aside from the Danish guard) on

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Despite appearances, I'm miserable.

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reality.most of the time, we fabricate things in our head.things that suddenly exist because of how these have been created by mere thought.conceptualization may disadvantageously cause confusion.reality.it's always a splash of ice water on the face.

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I can't forget.

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...for "so long, au revoir." There are many creepy people in existence. I respect individuality and admire some quirks, but the unsure/insecure/volatile kind of projected personality is a repellant. Lady Gaga once implied that even if you fix broken glass, you'd still see the cracks...or something like that. Nonsensical mode, my apologies.

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So, this one's a rarity.

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