Bin Laden’s Death. (My Point Of View)

Apparently, It’s been threading like everywhere: Twitter, Yahoo!, Formspring, Facebook, and Tumblr I suppose. The American state is quite obviously celebrating for the death of al-Qa’ida leader Osama B.L., and so as their colonies, despite the fact that they made effortlessly nothing to do with his death.

So what now? Will Bin Laden’s death stop the Sunni Muslim’s out-call for Jihad? NO! Definitely No! They’ve just stopped a little campfire and started a big SOS smoke, calling the attention of the raging Muslim mobs. The war has just started.

There’s a Press I’ve once read, stating that terrorism is just SELF-INFLICTED. The war actually has directly nothing to deal with us. If that’s the case, It is America who really inflicts terror and blame it out to whoever. And if that’s really case, It comes that America, the one who’s claiming for our protection is the one we were supposed to protect ourself from.

It’s NOT Bin Laden’s death who will be responsible for further wars, It’s the American’s glee for his death.

Dear WordPress,

As of now, 20February2011, I, Marc, is still in college —  third year irregular. I’m taking advance fourth year subjects that’s why I consider myself irregular. I am pretty advance for my curriculum but a little late for my year.

I said so because I started up on college by 2006. No. I started learning by 2006. I started college by 2008.  I technically started college when I attended my first course Bachelor of Science in Mathematics at University of the Philippines — Baguio. I may say that I didn’t shine there as a student. But I opted it that way. That time I felt like I was more to be searching for myself, my real passion, and my real dreams than attending college. I have to do something to conquer something. To conquer my fear growing old without even knowing something I am sure I had to know.

Reality bites. The real reason why I was in Baguio, which is attending college, dropped out of my mind. I was more preoccupied by my goal than the real deal. I flunked out of college. I felt the worst feeling I may have feel. I love my theater acting. I love my fraternity. And I love seeing myself growing into a better person (or maybe that was my time’s perspective, that I am getting better). Good things may really are not meant to last. Mother sent me back to my home town when I told her. Ironically, I gave myself a kudos. I’m glad I’m leaving Baguio as a new person. I’ve learned a lot. A lot of stuff, and I know that there are yet to come. I’ve learned that Baguio is not actually where the rest of my life gonna be, instead, I’ve learned that Baguio was my training ground.

As of now, 20February2011, I, Marc, is still in college —  third year irregular. I’m taking advance fourth year subjects that’s why I consider myself irregular. I am pretty advance for my curriculum but a little late for my year.

OR MAYBE NOT. Late is when something was done behind the PROPER schedule. I can’t afford learning electronic circuits without even learning who I really am. I was on the right age when I started college. ♥

S.O.S

Am I still shattered? I dunno. I guess I still am. And if it’s so, I don’t completely know why. Dilemma. Sighs. Fix me, cause I think I’m broken.

It was an ACCIDENT

photography: manuel "bonbon" valeroso

The photo was taken at the second level of my friend Sarah’s house. Obviously, the spot is still under construction, the clock says that it’s 11pm past already, and the lights are all out, making it a perfect place for people like us to camwhore . The spot was very very dark so we had to improvise our back light (my phone’s flashlight). The shutter speed has to be very very slow so I had to hold my pose for 20 seconds.

In the middle of my posing, my friends tends to make me laugh. Vulnerably, I didn’t managed to hold my fourth wall. I stood to my feet up and burst out laughing. We all laughed out loud that moment. But once we checked the picture, Voila! For everyone’s surprise, the photo turned stunning. Purely ACCIDENTALLY.

That made us more ideas for the next more photos.

The Old Meeting Place

After Reading A Friend’s Blog

getting nuts in my plurk site

Last night was, by far, the most cliche scenario happened to me. It was not boring though, it was frustrating. I went crazy last night. Like i was screaming “tang ina tlaga” within me; curling on my bed; and i was drunk unexpectedly. I was listening to Papa Dan the whole midnight. Funny that it was so serene. Then I fell to sleep.

This morning, Im trying to make it cool but last night bothers me — a lot. It bothers me awkwardly that I want to bang those two people (oops, im really trying hard not to spill the beans). But i know, not a single bottle of beer will make me feel fine.

Facebooking. There goes Rona’s blog. Na-miss ko bigla ang Fil-Am. Those days, those days. Those wasted days. Like oo nga, Im done with those childish things and what i am undergoing right now is nothing but a chicken soup for the teenage soul.

Madami na masyado yata ang mga nkalimutan ko. Kailangan ko na uling ibalik ang sarili ko sa realidad. Like, “Mac, having fun, is not about doing childish stuff. It’s all about th adult stuff (Joke).” Hahaha. Now I’m Back.

Coyote Ugly

february 2010

Partial Coyote Ugly:
Waking up with a bad head, finding yourself sleeping with the person you fantasize the most, yet nothing happened the whole time you’re together. It’s maybe because you’re too drunk or the morning is faster than your moves.

Piercing Coyote Ugly:
Waking up from a drunken stupor in one bed together with your best friend and the person you badly like. And you can feel it — they had it when you’re asleep.

Gruesome Coyote Ugly:
A situation encountered after a night of consuming alcohol whereby a person, wakes the next morning in a strange bed with a sexual partner from the previous evening who is completely physically undesirable and sleeping on the man’s arm.

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1. I’m too damn CONCEITED. That involves my fear of getting old and lumpy. Others who didn’t got the chance to know me might think that I’m too full of myself. Hell, they’re right. Narcissist and Evil as I am, I don’t give a damn.

2. I’m a CAFFEINE ENTHUSIAST. Life without coffee, for me is not life at all. Like, how can anyone resist the bittersweet taste of coffee? I feel like everyone should know how to indulge a cup of one. Latte, Frappe, Espresso, Cappuccino, Plain Black, Kopiko. Hahaha. Name it, let’s have it.

3. I used to be a THEATER ACTOR. Way back in my old school. Stage and Street acting had been my passion. That was on my age of 16 to 18. I used to play roles such as rapist, gunman, moulin dancer, etc. and an angel in a dream sequence — that was my biggest break. I was been told a prima for acting one. Sighs. Those days. I’ve learned and messed up ridiculously.

4. I’m a BOOKWORM. Everybody around me now knows that. At primary years I loved reading academic books, and at present I’m more into novels. Harry Potter is the apple of my eye. Fond of believing in Hogwarts and witchcraft. The only book that I hated but I ironically had to are the electronic books.

5. I’m a FRUSTRATED SINGER and DANCER. You all know why I frustrate. :C

6. I’m a FRATMAN. Some of you might not know and intolerant of it but I’m a member of UP PALARIS CONFRATERNITY — Baguio Chapter. Proud of that.

7. I got FIVE BODY PIERCINGS. Three on my right ear, one in my tongue and another on my right lower lip.

8. I’m a BUM. I could be one of the laziest person you may ever meet. If I’m not around doing all of my activities, I just laze around in my bed and slouch. I hate carrying heavy stuff, walking high staircases. My most strenuous activities involves partying, malling, travelling etc. And I can’t understand my body either.

9. If past life was real, I BELIEVE that I either belong in a SCOTTISH CULT or a PARISIAN COOK. I have more enthusiasm in the PAST than the FUTURE. The future is boring.

10. I’m a GIGAVEHICOLOPHOBIC. I coined it myself. Hahah. I fear large trucks and vehicles. I got the feeling that they may explode the moment I got near them. I really chill when I’m seeing one.

PEBBLES (2007-2010)

February 2007, way back in Baguio, an old friend Jerome Pattaui just gave me this wonderful gift. She’s a Mediterranean turtle, about 2 years of old. She’s very bibo and a bit matakaw in her age. I named her Pebbles. I’m really fond of reptiles but nothing beats my passion for turtles and tortoises so Pebbles is perfectly the right gift for me. Way back in Baguio and down here in Bulacan. And i saw her grow from a very small pebbles into a very brave turtle.

Pebbles had been the nicest pet I ever had. And I feel very very very bad kagabi pa, 26may2010, Haaaaay. Tears. She just died yesterday. :’(( It was an accident but It excruciates my heart every time I feel guilty about it. I left her in a basin while her terrarium is being bleached. Somebody just thought that Pebbles escaped from her terrarium and put her in for a swim in her bowl. Yeah, that bowl with a bleach on it. :’(( She was just poisoned. It was my one of my family members fault but I didn’t bother asking whoever that is cause I just can’t afford to know on whoever did it to my Pebbles. But at the end of the night, it’s still my fault. :’(( If only I warned everyone that her bowl is being bleached. Haaaay. I really can’t help my eyes but to cry. Maybe some of you guys thinks that I’m sort of mababaw bout crying over a dead turtle. Haaaay. If only this blog could bring her back. :’(( I’ll be willing o write even a thousand of blogs about her. :’((. Deep in my subconscious mind, since turtle can survive for a long time, I was planning to be with her till I’m an old man. The idea was really cute and sweet though. Haaaay! A tough turtle just been got over by a bowl of bleach. It sucks really.

Farewell my Pebbles. :”(( No other turtle can replace you in my Heart. :’((

Scorpians

Scorpio (oct23-nov21).

(1) It’s a gift for us scorpio that we find it no time unraveling mysteries and other people’s secrets. We can easily figure out complicated puzzles and psych people, friends or strangers. BUT

(2) We feel very protective of our own secrets, our own skeletons in our closets.

Nice gift. We’re not always clueless. But I guess the second one.. Hmmm. Spices it up.

first posted at multiply: 16dec2009

Drinking

3 things i love about drinking:

(1) it’s my own self test on how long/much i can turn my mouth shut.

(2) there’s a big possibility of getting laid..

(3) and once my mouth failed to remain quiet or a big mess was made because of my dirtiness, being drunk is a just perfect excuse.

first posted at my multiply: 13dec2009