Monthly Archives: August 2008

Current Consumption Events

In my recent posts, you could’ve imagined me punching my keyboard with gritting teeth, meeting eyebrows and clouding smokes. I was completely, err, partly moody thanks to several loathsome people in school, worthy of immolation. I was overpouring with pure negative vibes every time. And if you walk across me in school, you would be lucky enough to get a smirk on my poker face. Then again, I hoped you guys got my message clearly:

“I’M BUSY. DON’T WAIT FOR ME TO GREET YOU. JUST WALK SWIFTLY OR ELSE, I’LL GLOWER. I’M BUSY. JUST THINK THAT YOU NEVER SAW ME TODAY. I’M BUSY.”

Obviously, I cannot draw the line to my loony obsession with non-cramming, which eventually results to cramming (hence rare blogging). So to spatter some pinch of lightness to this quasi-absconded blog, here I am dedicating 30 minutes to make a “happy” post. Afterwards, you can congratulate me for being plastik.

( the world’s current events which might come in handy for personal humor )

Leave Me Alone

…you ghost. Do me a favor.

I’m an agitated, cerebral snub in cases of stress.

In fact, I’m so stressed right now I can’t stop from typing. It’s not my usual state: I’m breaking down. I’m trying to pull my self together so I suggest… you, the ghosts in school, just leave me alone.

I won’t be heeding some bosses (or those who megalomaniacally claim to be). Don’t act like one if you think you acquire much potentials for the World’s Quintessential Personification of Irresponsibility Award nomination.

How can you lecture me about Irresponsibility when in fact you’re one guilty dog? Please, lumugar naman kayo. I can’t stand people who brag their skills (ranging from academic to extra-curricular) like hell, “being responsible miles than Barry,” in my face as if I’m some daft who just spouted from a street faucet to wreak “irresponsibility” in this universe!

( wrath will never be restrained )

Trash Bin There, Done That

I summoned a blockmate to aid me in my photo shoot for my J123 (Photojournalism, duh) last Wednesday afternoon. I yielded to taking pictures of an innocuous stone trash bin along the Acad Oval. Yes, creative.

That morning though, I was supposed to take pictures of the much-admired Carillon bell tower. But incidentally, some men in shimmering blue uniform were in some operation to transform the place into a more uh say, picturesque landscape. With those electric blue walls of plastic encrusted in such manner to hinder me from my academic intentions, my photographic whimsies ruptured to pieces, alas.

Anyway, as I was saying, the trash bin has been my subject. If it was a living creature, it’ll rather be pleased. The outcome was satisfying: It was as if the paltry object was carrying some feeling of dejection or lonesomeness, err, the Emo Trash Bin. Lol.

( the emo trash bin photo shoot )

Livin on a Prayer

Okay fine: I drink. Rarely. As in, swear!

Defensive? Sure.

Last Saturday night, my Speech121 professor, classmates and I set off at Club Mwah in Mandaluyong to comply with our “midterm examination.” As mandated by our prof, we are to write a critique on the club’s stage performance. ( drinking, smoking, praying )

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