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?!

Tags: ultimate, superpower

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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.

Tags: One, Art,, Elizabeth, Bishop,, poem

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Tags: text, lesson,, hook-up

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Forgetting is a constant battle. You have to consciously make your mind do it. And in doing so, the act of forgetting contradicts and nullifies itself. For how can you forget when you’re actually thinking about it?

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I’ve always thought: “One can never have enough shoes.” And what’s a bestfriend for but know your thoughts?

So for my birthday, Sha gave me shoes! Yey…

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Making matters worse, besides being uncomfortable and extremely sweaty, is that I’ve been fidgety. It seems that I can’t really stay in one place and there are a thousand things in my mind right now. Thoughts are blazing throught my head so in order for me to spend off all the pent up energy, I cooked spaghetti as soon as I went home from work. It’s not actually spaghetti coz I used linguine but I’m still calling it spaghetti.

Anyways, I’m writing coz there seems to have some fidgety feeling left in me (still). I played with tappy (the dog) earlier. But running around outside with the dog chasing me didn’t really help. It just left me with slobberings and a massacred pillow*. Also had quite a long chat with my cousin Grace and cousin-to-be. Still didn’t work.

It’s already midnight but I’m not even feeling a bit sleepy. I guess this means a very long night with a book** I’ve (re)-read a hundred times.

* The pillow is now unrecognizable as its stuffing which is supposed to be stuffed inside is now stuffed outside. It has ceased to be a pillow and will now be called an un-pillow. Nyahahah

** Tom Clancy’s (very old and outdated) The Hunt for Red October

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Because my last post seems to be a little bit darker than usual, I’ll try to balance things out with something lighthearted. It’s still one of those days, but sulking will do me no good.

So here’s one of mankind greatest unsolvable mystery of all time. Even great minds can’t seem to figure this out:

Why did the chicken cross the street?

Here’s some of the answers:

Primary school teacher: Because the chicken wanted to go to the other part.

Plato: The chicken was looking for knowledge.

Aristotle: It was in the chicken’s nature to cross the street.

Captain Kirk: To go where no chicken has gone before.

Machiavelli: The chicken crossed the street. No one cares why. The end of crossing the street justifies any motive.

Freud: The fact that you are worried whether the chicken did or did not cross the street reveals your sexual insecurity.

Moses: And God came down from heaven and said to the chicken: “Cross the street.” And the chicken crossed and everyone rejoiced.

Darwin: The chicken was naturally selected in a way that they now have a genetic disposition to cross streets.

Einstein: Whether the chicken crossed the street or the street moved below the chicken depends of your mark of reference.

Hemingway: To die. Under the rain.

Homer: It was its destiny.

Christopher Columbus: The chicken was discovering the other side of the street.

Donald Trump: So what? I paid the chicken to cross it. By the way, you’re fired!

Nietzsche: The chicken was dancing in ring of fire obsessed for it’s will of power… Thus spoke Chickenthustra.

Obi-Wan Kenobi: Because the force was with the chicken.

Fox Mulder: The chicken thought that the truth was across the street.

Descartes: The chicken said: I cross the street ergo, I’m a chicken.

So, why did the chicken cross the street?

Tags: chicken,, jokes,, riddles

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Today is one of those days.Sometimes you just feel lonely and sad. No matter how hard you try to ignore it, it’s the way it is. And you’re caught in a limbo. You get overwhelmed because you don’t understand why you feel that way.

When you woke up this morning, you were actually feeling all right. The sun is shining brightly, you felt fine and you’re smiling. You went through your seemingly normal day. You talk with your friends, you pretend to do your work, you smile when someone says something funny. You seem to be you. Then, as the day went on, this feeling slowly creeps on you and you try to ignore it.

You say to yourself, “I’m doing Ok. I shouldn’t be feeling this way. There is no reason at all.” But you are only fooling yourself. Because just being “OK” is never Ok. Is it not every person’s goal to go through their lives living it to the fullest?

When you try so hard to forget, it is because you don’t want today to happen. When you feel this way, you can’t do nothing about it. You remember happy things, but it only makes you even more sad. So you decide to just forget everything. Maybe, if you forget everything, you’ll feel a little bit better.

Empty but better.

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How many books are there? Well, I just finished reading two and I’m halfway on my third. Though technically I’ve already read them sometime ago, I’ve quite forgotten the details, so I’m re-reading them.

Two books are by John Grisham (of course!) — The Client and The Pelican Brief. These are really some of the first books written by Grisham (they’re old!) and I quite remember that I’ve already read them in high school some 10 years ago. So I’ve got a good excuse if I say that I’ve forgotten some of the details in the story. Consequently, both books have been made into a movie — one with the late Brad Renfro (bless his soul) and the other with Julia Roberts.

The Client is about an 11-year old boy, Mark (Renfro) who along with his little brother (Ricky) saw the suicide of a Mafia lawyer. Things got complicated because this lawyer confessed a very valuable secret to Mark before he put the gun in his mouth. The Mafia wanted to kill him while the government people (FBI) wanted him to talk. So he gets into this very difficult situation because he’s obliged to tell the truth but in consequence, he’ll be a Mafia-hunted man (err, child). What I liked about the story is how Mark is portrayed - he’s a child yet he somehow outsmarts almost everybody.

The Pelican Brief is about a law student who writes a brief about why two Supreme Court Justices has been assassinated. The person behind the assassination has a lot of contacts (and enough money) so Darby is on the run for fear of her life. As most Grisham novels, this one is a page-turner. What I also like is that the main character is a woman, who is portrayed as strong and very intelligent, yet also somehow shows her womanly emotions.

The last book is JRR Tolkien’s The Hobbit. I’ve also already read this one a few years back (when I was in college) but I feel that this one also mearits another rereading. I really did enjoy The Hobbit. Compared to any one of the books on the Lord of the Rings trilogy, this one is quite short, maybe half the length of an LOTR book. But it is packed with so many adventures that one can’t help but imagine yourself also going along in their travels. I actually liked this book better than the LOTR series.

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Although since I am writing right now, I guess it might mean I’m slowly coming out of my shell to take a peek at what’s going on with the rest of the world.

Am I or am I not?!

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