Weird Black Cell

I have this weird habit (or I'm just getting uber-conscious about it) that when I'm getting messed up with everything in my life, that when I'm busy, I do a lot more unrelated things to maintain that "busy" status. On the other hand, when I'm getting idle, I literally do nothing. Yes, my life is on both extreme ends. And one of those unrelated things is blogging. You have to be informed, however, that this time, I don't have anything to do and I don't know whose helping hand pushed me towards...

Why are there such things that should supposedly make you happy but actually make you realize you're in fact not getting any better? Why are there things that make you feel ambiguous along the way when you exactly know where you're going to? When you expect them to be somehow cooperative in their own ways, that's when they fail you. That's when they disappoint you. I'm sure I have already discussed with everybody how depressed I was last week and the week before the other. I admit. I dodged...

Everything has just sunk in recently. Roughly two days from now, I'll be in complete desolation. I'll be leaving my beloved hometown on Thursday and it's sad to imagine since I'll be gone for more than a month (plus nobody's going to collect me to the airport) and will be missing many celebrations especially on May (i.e., outings, my uncle's, my brother's and my cousin's birthday, and of course our town fiesta and all the celebrations before it). That's somewhat the peak of my summer vacation...

Remember when I told you that I've still got lots to do (academically unrelated stuffs) when the going gets tough and I can't bear it anymore? I don't know if it's a healthy and effective practice of mine but one thing I'm sure of is I've got to realize what to prioritize despite the innumerable obligations in this certainly uncertain life. And I'm up to at least make sense out of it and this is it! There's nothing else I can say, eh! I've just got to elaborate my birthday message written on...

Let’s talk about inconveniences for a while. It’s not because of certain reasons… like (I don’t want to tell this at first and don’t want to tell that I don’t want to in the first place) some sort of inappropriate diva-ish things that just came on my way which didn’t even inform me beforehand and I still think it’s an improper etiquette. Certain things that, let’s say, once felt critically needed and felt exactly the same thing on the rest of the moments which in fact is a lie and I know...

He should have distributed these pieces of paper while we were still inside the multi-cab. But nonetheless, I must not strain my very few ATPs which are nearing the edge of total eradication. After an early morning ride and waiting for some glorious miracles which could bring me directly to my seat in AV106 at the speed of light, that guy gave me this piece of paper in which was written a, forgive me for saying, immensely distracting line: THIS MAY BE YOUR LAST FIVE MINUTES ALIVE I mean,...

I shouldn’t have been troubled how my life with you would be if I only knew how time rolled so fast. Before I figured out that I was completely behind it and that it’s pretty far ahead, I saw myself on the road where people change, come and go. They are all busy. I wonder if ever I’d cry for help, would they even notice my scream. Would they even see me in the first place? That, I’m sure they would because I've spent these years trying to be visible to everyone. I am not invisible. I have...

I was actually squeezing my brain for whatever creativity that I could probably and accidentally discover with it, trying to unmask the left hemisphere of it which is seldom used aside from writing, which I could no longer detach from it due to its being inherent (Yeah! I’m proud to be a lefty and by the way the hemisphere I’m referring to in here is the right side of my body, you know that probably since Grade 4, just to remind you). When I eventually get to see that I’m no longer capable of...

So, this is kind of the least dramatic of all my posts so far. And I can’t wait to tell you my experience with something that every one of us should be very aware of in riding a public vehicle ( i.e., jeepney). Especially to those who don’t have any care in the world once they step on and get themselves seated, I warn you that this is something that you could definitely learn a lesson from. It was 6:37 p.m. (and I really bothered to check my watch) when we’ve arrived at Jaro Public Market to...

I was so physically attached to the feeling of having an 8am CWTS class the next day, which, to tell you, I have not attended because of waking up late and when I say late, it’s beyond 10:30 am! With so much attachment, I forced myself to feel a bit sleepy, aside from the fact that it’s already 12 o’clock in the morning and I don’t really have much to do, I actually have not experienced sleeping before 1 am as far as I can remember. Scribbling random things is not really my hobby. I was in...

I can now feel the accelerating hecticness of my satanic school days. God must have exclusively planned these days fussily making my week’s duration similar to my whole Christmas vacation. * a screeching sound all of a sudden * Delete everything! I noticed that I’ve been blogging my unworthy whining; after all, it is me who will eventually be depressed and no one else will seem to care. My dwelling place was unluckily situated in an inaccessibly remote area, obviously far from Miag-ao. That’s...

Forgive me for feeling very nostalgic right now, for I know I shouldn’t. (Hey, why do I have to ask for an apology? This is my blog!) My mind is just susceptible to conceive the idea of how music could be very therapeutic to some of us, of how it could mend a deserted heart that feels so far away and of how it could ruin it once again. Luckily, I’m one of those people who easily recall memories affiliated to a certain, let’s say, significant song, but it’s not always the case. I might find it...

Trying to somehow fit blogging into my very tight schedule is really that risky, but relieving at the same time. And I noticed that its pace continues to accelerate and now, this post, I consider to be somewhat far since I did my recent one. Many things happened these past few days and I have to tell it chronologically. All the white hairs are starting to pay off. I can see progress in Bio 20! It’s one of my favorites, but I don’t know if it’d continue being at the zenith. It’s like something...

I consider it a lie when somebody says: “a cordial compliance with life’s instructions”. I mean, it has brought us to a coliseum ready for a gladiatorial combat without any weapon or even just a thoroughly rolled cheat slipped into our socks. Therefore, we just got to give it a blow at any directions we want. Life doesn’t care about vectors and how we manage to not confuse ourselves with it. All it cares about is our resultant —where we are at the end of the day. My confusions used to prick...

I'm sick and tired of all the copyright stuffs in Youtube. I can't find any unaltered version of the song so, in order for you to get a chance to listen to the unreleased song, you can download it here: All I Want For Christmas Is You (Mariah Carey feat. Justin Bieber) Before we get into the main course, I shall give you some “little” appetizers first. And before we take a glimpse of that, an appetizer for appetizers, for everyone to know I’m not just a fan of Mariah Carey. I’m passionately...