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Posted on Wednesday, 30th July 2008 by augel

Probably.

Unless you want to want to be in a situation like this:

Facebook Guy: (knock10x)

Poor Guy:  Hello?

FBGuy: POKE! Edward Baxter! It’s me, Tom from school!

PGuy:  Oh…

FBGuy: We sat next to each other in Math! We didn’t get on, remember?

PGuy: Yeah…

FBGuy: Do you want to be my friend?

PGuy: What?

FBGuy: DO YOU WANT TO BE MY FRIEND, Confirm or Ignore?

PGuy:  Alright…

FBGuy: Great! Where did we meet?

PGuy: You know where we met.

FBGuy: Do you want to skip this step?

PGuy: We met at school!

…

FBGuy: Ok, Are you in a relationship?

PGuy: I’ve got to go…

FBGuy:  Is it complicated? It’s complicated.

Ok, What are you looking for?

Friendship,Dating, Whatever you can get…?

Let’s just say Random Play…

Hahaha… This is comically scary.

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Posted on Thursday, 29th May 2008 by augel

Evidence that my superpower is working quite well.

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Posted on Monday, 26th May 2008 by augel

After some time, I finally got a chance to unwind a little bit. The beach outing had been planned for quite some time but the weather had not been good so there was some doubt if the plan would push through.

As always, I was late in arriving. The agreed meeting time was 7-8 am but I arrived 8:30 am. I was quite embarrassed because they were all waiting for me, granted that I’m not totally acquainted with them all (I could say was gatecrashing because they were all barkadas and I was only acquainted with a few of them). But they were really great people and I never felt out place once.

Here we are on the van going to Concepcion. The whole drive was very smooth sailing, comfortable and only took a little over 2 hours.

(from left: Rei, Eaves, Oliver, Elena, Jimmy, Mark, me, Marco, Cay, Sha, Teng - Mark Ian is MIA)

We were dropped off at Conception’s marketplace where we stopped over to buy fish and other supplies. We also ate our lunch in a carinderia there.

 

A 20-minute boat ride will take you to the Sandbar island. Here is our first view:

 

Breathtaking!

We’re here!

 

 

Just having some fun on the beach…

 

We hung-out for a bit…

And cooked our own food

 

And all through the night…

…t’was filled with fun (friends, music and drinks!)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

beautiful views

 

 

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Posted on Saturday, 10th May 2008 by augel

When we were children most of us imagined ourselves to have some kind of superpower. I always thought that it would be cool to be able to fly. On second thought, it might not be a good idea because what if your power fails when you’re flying high above the sky? Not good. I also wanted to be able to read people’s minds. I bet it would be really helpful, especially if you want to know their deepest darkest secrets. And use those against them — ha, blackmail!

Unfortunately, I don’t have any of those superpowers. I can sit in the couch and stare at the TV for hours, but that’s not a fun superpower. It’s only helpful if you want to look like a blob statue. I can also shed tears watching dog commercials — but that just makes me look crazy and delusional. Besides, running mascara is definitely not sexy.

For now, I have to contend with this: look and act like a totally spacey klutz, though not on demand. To fight off potential enemies I will fall flat in my face everytime a villain tries to hit me. I can also trip on my own feet to dodge enemy fire. Perhaps, I can even slap the crap off anybody coward enough to fight me.

Or better yet in display of my super spacey stupidity, I can put cold water in a cup of instant noodles, stir it a little bit, cover it and after five minutes wonder why the heck is the noodles not cooked yet? How great is that?!

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Posted on Friday, 2nd May 2008 by augel

How does losing become an art? And can youcreally master the art?

I don’t think one can. You may desperately try to convince yourself that losing is not very difficult to deal with. That there is an art to it, and like every other art, one can master its techniques.

This poem caught my eye because the author seemed intent in trying to convince herself that losing something is not a disaster. Indeed, some things are sometimes meant to be lost, but this does mean that we are not allowed to feel bad if they do.

The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

 

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

 

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

 

I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

 

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.

 

–Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

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