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Still a Rebel Without a Cause: April 2009
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Tuesday, April 28, 2009. Little by little, the horrors in those documentaries by Al Gore, Leonardo DiCaprio, and Edward Norton are starting to unfold before our very eyes. This is the effect of climate change and global warming. Last year, Panay experienced its worst storm ever with 200-800 people (depending on the source) dead. The extremely heavy, storm-caliber rains experienced just this afternoon is also a direct consequence of that. How did this happen? Just wait next time when I have the energy to ...
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Still a Rebel Without a Cause: September 2009
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Friday, September 11, 2009. I ate an early dinner yesterday evening and crawled into my bed to get a very late siesta. I grabbed a small notebook from the shelf along the way to try to read myself to sleep. The notebook was rather familiar to me. It was a collection of poetry I wrote from years ago which I intend to (hopefully) publish in the future. Is it because requitted love is not as inspiring as an unrequitted one? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). The Boss of the Underworld. View my complete profile.
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Still a Rebel Without a Cause: Getting Old, Anyone?
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Sunday, July 4, 2010. Getting Old, Anyone? There are few subtle signs that your youth is slowly slipping away. It doesn't make you automatically old; it only means that your priorities in life are changing and that things that seem very important to you before seem less. Errr. Yes, that translates you you getting old (retracting my previous statement). I have crossed the threshold of youth and maturity. Though I didn't cry (like Zaw. Did when they heard What's Up by the 4 Non- blondes. Haha me too dol.
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Still a Rebel Without a Cause: June 2009
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Friday, June 26, 2009. From your biggest fan. His name is always on the tabloids reeling in scandal and negative publicity. That homo. That pedo. That has-been of a popstar. Today his name is once again on the papers. This time, they announce his tragic end. It is a rather sad ending for a King who was brought down to his knees by the humiliation of his bankruptcy and alleged pedophilia. Godspeed Michael. Rest in Peace. Two days ago, I happened to catch on a movie entitled. On HBO. It stars Haley wha...
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Still a Rebel Without a Cause: March 2009
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Saturday, March 28, 2009. Graduation Day= More Call Center Agents! Today is the school's graduation day. Today marks my 3rd year out of school. Three short years translates to three long years for a boy who dreams to make it big- -sooner rather than later. We were never born mediocre. Friday, March 27, 2009. Yesterday, after the year-end general PT assembly, the faculty had the deliberation for the 4th year students. It was heartbreaking to see them. 4 people out of 8 are in danger of not getting...In co...
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Still a Rebel Without a Cause: February 2009
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Wednesday, February 25, 2009. Last week was hellweek. For all of us. We were required to join in a sing-and-dance fundraising concert that featured faculty, administration, maintenance and staff at San Pablo. So it means wasting a lot of energy on after class practices that may last as late as 10 or something in the evening. Everynight. Here are new things I've learned:. 2 major subtypes of PD have been identified:. Gait difficulty/ postural instability dominant type. 7 Punding- is a term used for obesse...
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Still a Rebel Without a Cause: November 2009
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Monday, November 30, 2009. Poem XVI (From Verses of the Red Rock). To the victims of the Maguindanao massacre). The earth awoke to a solemn morn. To hushed whispers of a looming cloud. Fear is tangible- it hovers like fog. Too cold and thick to swallow. The roads are long and winding. And the journey seems neverending. Shadows rise on the distance. Slowly, slowly darkness came. The shot burned skin and shattered bones. Lying sprawled and bleeding,. The sun shown the stairway to oblivion. I originally hav...
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Still a Rebel Without a Cause: Ces-maryosep!
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Saturday, July 17, 2010. Screws and bolts scattered all over the place. Hahahaha. I didn't see it coming though. Drilon kept on rambling about how do you get your questions? Do you base it on books and which one? Are review centers still relevant? If the interviewee responds and the answer is something that doesn't appeal to Drilon's preference, she would shut the person up with "We are running out of time" or "We do not have time to delve into how you make your questions". Wow! July 17, 2010 at 10:52 PM.
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Still a Rebel Without a Cause: When a Month Becomes a Year
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Tuesday, July 13, 2010. When a Month Becomes a Year. What the hell was that? I paced around for awhile blowing smoke to try and discern what am I to do and finally decided on my most primal defense mechanism. I need a beer, a cold one. Ahhh lots of 'em. To make the long story short, I am soon sitting with Carmz, Dennis and Jini at SV chugging down beer. Matumbling na lang gd ko ya. grabe haii ambot ambot ambot. daw indi ako maka get-over sang dilemma nga ini. July 16, 2010 at 11:10 AM. A great deal of in...
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Still a Rebel Without a Cause: Poem XVI (From Verses of the Red Rock)
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Monday, November 30, 2009. Poem XVI (From Verses of the Red Rock). To the victims of the Maguindanao massacre). The earth awoke to a solemn morn. To hushed whispers of a looming cloud. Fear is tangible- it hovers like fog. Too cold and thick to swallow. The roads are long and winding. And the journey seems neverending. Shadows rise on the distance. Slowly, slowly darkness came. The shot burned skin and shattered bones. Lying sprawled and bleeding,. The sun shown the stairway to oblivion. A great deal of ...
