Life is teh ƒ(φ) = φⁿ + 11φ² - 28φ + 1988

je ne me connais pas aussi.

demain ou ce soir

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n'oublierez-pas, il faut finir tout de suite.

welcome to adulthood, fool. what the fck did i just say it sounds like the answer to a lost koan.

this is me on a yoga trip trip trip where i don't seem to know one thing from another and yes this is what you call zen dhyana on the golden road to samadhi, yes this is the glorious road to the eternal orgasmic contractions and undulations seeming and meaning to connect me to you and yours.

at one breath, om the intake, everything is under fire. pent-up is the word, the implosion to be, the sordid accumulation of all that is slobberish human filthy desire, the desire to be angry, to be slobbery, to be drunken with power. comes in the tensions so annoyingly embedded on my back, from the king on the lower back to the queen on the upper back and yes, the neck, neck, solid metal neck. the rush to master one's fate, the rush to take a knife and or something ordinary to tantum cuntum and slash, hack, beat everything to a pulp.

and yes the facade might be there i don't know i'm busy trying to think of nothing. nothing at all. inner peace. master shifu i don't have the answer the answer is not myself the answer is the her, the elusive her and the answer is wrong.

the answer is wrong because it was proven to me by a man i thought to be my friend, but nothing is sure pala in college eh, now this is where you are sure of facades. and yes his name and his honest smiling face and his...happy disposition do not offend me anymore thanks to you, o king and o queen and o cobra and glorious sage marichi and king pigeon and the three warriors and the eight angles which i cannot do yet along with the unreachable crow and peacock. i have achieved inner peace.

and yes the answer now is to dissolve into the great beyond, to get drunk on ideals and the monoliths of virtue. leadership. integrity. honesty. purity. oneness. yama. niyama. asana. pranayama. pratyahara. dharana. dhyana. samadhi. common, universal, generic love. common, universal, generic care. self-control. withdrawal from what you want. withdrawal from what you need. the search for something more, something outside yourself. something that kills yourself so that you can forget about the whole thing the konsepto na ginagawa mong wala dahil iba na ang panahon ngayon padre, nakaranas na ako ng WALA. sorry padre.

and now the answer is to continue mending the unmended the plan that backfired because it only works in movies, oh yes, fool that i am that dared watch a filly flick 30 thousand feet above ground next to a upeep and a horny aussie bastard who did not know that he gave his men's health to a guy who had done half of what it said. yes, films intoxicate and so it is best to pick your movies carefully, movie buffs. tee em.

and yes where is the answer, o infinite void? is it in the praises of guidon or the talks and opps ahead? is it the widening of horizons and the steady increase of fans? is it in an open padabourré? is it in fulfilling the academic wet dreams of a middle-aged professor or being a legend's disciple?

was the her really the answer but i am starting to think otherwise, damn whoever planted the concept of those cans as automatically beautiful. wait. blink, inner peace. in-in-in-inner peace yes this is the answer now, to lull oneself into utopic self-assurances. i have gone from nowhere, to now here.

or so i think. make sans yet?

Three situations:

1) Either I am severely degenerating,

2) Cueshe has finally something worth listening to, after four years

3) or both; I just find it worth listening to because of right now.

ah basta puwede, amp

All alone tonight
Waiting for the sun to shine
Starting all over again.,
I'm breaking away
Looking on the other way
Where life is much better

Will I ever let you bring me down
Now it's over, I finally moving on
I won't let you, Let you bring me down

I've finally seen the light
Thought the world is larger than life
It's all I wish for thinking
And taking a fly on a brighter side
Cause life just don't come easy

i've been fooling myself for some time now.
i've just realized how betrayed i ought to be feeling,
as a natural human being.

so here goes,

FUCK YOU.

bow.

http://hassledcoed.multiply.com/journal/item/48/THERE_IS_SOMETHING_WE_CAN_DO_FOR_TARA_SANTELICES._PLEASE_FORWARD_TO_EVERYONE_YOU_KNOW.)

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August 8, 2008, 12:00 midnight

THERE IS SOMETHING WE CAN DO FOR TARA SANTELICES. PLEASE FORWARD TO EVERYONE YOU KNOW.

Word spreads around fast and almost everyone has already heard about what happened to our dear friend, Tara Santelices (Assumption Antipolo’s Batch 2003 and Ateneo de Manila University’s Class of 2007, AB Political Science).

On the eve of her 23rd birthday, Tara was shot in the head during a hold-up while riding a jeepney along Imelda Avenue, Cainta, Rizal. Joee Mejias, who was with her at that time, rushed her to Amang Rodriguez Memorial Hospital in Marikina City. The parents of Tara and Joee arrived at the hospital shortly thereafter. When morning came, Tara’s parents finally decided to transfer her to the Medical City, Ortigas Avenue, Pasig City. Since 8:00am of August 6, Tara has been in the ICU fighting for her dear life. Her parents have decided not to push through with the operation.

Although it might seem that there is nothing else that we can do but wait for Tara to wake up from this horrific nightmare, we, the friends of Tara, have decided to raise funds for Tara’s hospital bills. This is the least we can do to ease the unbearable pain her family is going through. We have been given the go-signal from Tara’s dad, Tito Larry, and here are the details:

The temporary bank account is under Anne Marie F. Santelices, Banco de Oro, SA 2140-062201. For direct cash donations, please proceed to the ICU Waiting Room of the Medical City (Ortigas Avenue, Pasig City). Please look for Joee Mejias or Lila Santelices.

Any amount will be gratefully accepted. Anonymous donations are also welcome. Please spread the word. Forward this to your family, friends and even to everyone else you know. Please post this on Friendster, Multiply, Facebook and wherever else you can think of. Please send group messages on Yahoo Messenger. This will mean so much to us, her friends.

Please continue praying for Tara, for Joee and for both of their families. If you want to come see Tara, visiting hours at the ICU are at 9:00 am to 11:00 am and 5:00 pm to 7:00 pm.

Thank you so much for your time and kind consideration.

For inquiries, please contact Joee Mejias (09228154987) for calls and Jac Ledonio (09167243071) or Myka Francisco (09163695148) for text messages.

From http://saffronspeedway.multiply.com/journal/item/19/

because yoga rocks like anything.

so i'm shishio? except i'm fighting for love. chaaaa!
i hate you onemanga ((=

audiovisex.

my summer < "hell sem"
this happens every damn year.
it's ridiculous

Who would believe it? HEIL TEKNO VIKING! LOL