mga text quotes!!

I was in a poetic/philosophical/constipated mood when I typed this thang. In other words, only a few of these quotes are actually worth your while. Hehe.


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True love is not falling in love with the ugliest person you know; true love is voluntarily sharing your lunch to the classroom bully who forgot to bring his own.
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A romantic person is someone whose hidden agenda is to experience the grandest sex ever.
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An enemy is a person who craves attention, especially yours.
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A best friend is a person who is not good enough to be someone's lover (oh wag nio na lagyan ng issue ha..wahahaha).
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"Sorry" is a word spoken only by those who will commit the same sin over and over again.
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"Thank you" is a phrase used just in case "I love you" is not applicable.
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Not all people who don mohawks know how to play any "rock" instrument.
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Love lasts forever; it's romance that doesn't.
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All jokes are half-meant. Joke lang.
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The term "emo" is a shortened form of the word "emotional," not a music genre nor a fasion statement.
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(2b contnued)

pfffftttt

"yet we could live our lives as if there's never going to be a tomorrow. we could treat each day as if nothing could ever be more beautiful than the present."
-patit




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It's no secret that happiness is the ultimate goal of every person, and that each one of us cannot deny the fact that we have a soft spot for happy endings. It's just sad to know that most of us, upon encountering an overwhelming dilemma would just give up ang concede their hopes and dreams. I find these people the most pitiful, as they don't have the guts to believe in themselves. But, as I go on and examine myself, I have come to the nauseating realization that I myself find it difficult to trust in what I believe in. I could blame a lot of things for these, but the fact that I have a choice remains. If I choose to believe in myself and be happy, and really mean it, then everything will be swell.


I guess the reason why these people gave up is because they chose to discontinue dreaming and hoping. such waste.


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The amorphous clusters of Pleiades shift through the silver arches that adorn midnight's ascent to harmony; in the glorious collaboration of lights and sounds, there stood Taurus, a meaningful stare fixed on the sister stars playfully strutting themselves much to the enjoyment of the euphoric mortals.

default's wasting my time translated to tagalog

Well I don't want to see you waiting
I've already gone too far away
-Bakit di mo na ako tinitext???
I still can't keep the day from ending
No more messed up reasons for me to stay
-Oi. Namimiss na kita. Mga usapan natin, mga lakad, basta.
Well this is not for real
Afraid to feel
I just hit the floor
Don't ask for more
I'm wasting my time
I'm wasting my time
You can't stop the feeling
And there's no reason
Let's make the call
And take it all again
Woah again
-Maglalasing nalang ako.

Months went by with us pretending
When did our light turn from green to red
I took a chance and left you standing
Lost the will to do this once again
-Bakit ka nagsosorry?




See you waiting
Lonesome, lonely
See you waiting
I see you waiting
-Naaalaala mo pa ba noong una tayong nagkakilala?






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yes. this post is vague and for a reason.

and now, back to our regularly scheduled programming

Well, well, well. It seems as though the cellar dwellers and playoff underachievers of the NBA are dead serious in furnishing their respective rosters. And as a fan-slash-analyst-slash-Memphis Grizzlies cheerleader, I am liking what I am seeing so far. Yeah, sure the contenders have made a conscious effort in improving their own lineup but not as concerted as the teams which I am to discuss in this post. With the looks of things, it appears that we are awaiting one blockbuster season. Anyway, let's proceed with my analysis, shall we?

Boston Celtics
-Well, which team do you think I'm gonna start with? The Chicago Bulls? Of course I'm kicking off my in-depth discussion with the team who caught the biggest fish in the sea- the Celtics. It's quite obvious that the proud basketball franchise of Boston has suffered in these dire times and have been a shadow of what they were back in the glorious days of Bill Russel and Larry Bird. Determined to rejuvenate the Celtic pride, Boston GM and former Celtic Danny Ainge scoured the entire player community and bargained hard for the pieces to fit the puzzle. Capping the offseason was the acquisition of Ray Allen in exchange for a string of players including versatile wingman Wally Szczerbiak and the 5th overall draft pick which turned out to be Jeff Green. Then from out of nowhere, it was announced that Kevin Garnett was being shipped to Boston for 5 players plus two future draft picks. On paper, a team lead by Paul Pierce, Allen and Garnett would be imposing. But so does on paper, New Jersey lead by Jason Kidd, Richard Jefferson and Vince Carter yet they are no Detroit Pistons. The problem with Boston is that so much personnel were lost due to their transactions (Yeah, I know the Big Ticket is worth that much but 7 for one? C'mon). While their starting 5 are all the more intimidating, the rest of their lineup are lemons. What's more, what happens if their Big 3 start retiring one by one? What would be left of Boston? Rajon Rondo?

Memphis Grizzlies
-Start calling them "Alex' Grizzlies" from now on (sorry Rick Kamla, but KG's no longer a T'wolf). I so love Memphis' roster. They have a player for each position and a backup to complement each member of the starting 5. Plus, they have Darko Milicic. Translation? Memphis is going to be a low post power. And don't forget Tarence Kinsey, who's on the rise to become Memphis' lead man. Also, keep in mind that aside from Damon Stoudamire, no one in Memphis' lineup has been staying in the league for more than 7 years. How's that for longevity?

Orlando Magic
-If for whatever reason my Grizzlies are still underachieving, I still have my Magic to root for. And it's all because of the arrival of Rashard Lewis. The addition of Lewis fills up almost every void in the Magic's roster, the most glaring of which is their lack of a legit go-to-guy. Last season, a talented yet visbly inconsistent Hedo Turkoglu was given the responsibility of being Orlando's top scorer. Unfortunately, the Turk's inconsistency and lack of explosiveness hampered his efficacy as an offensive anchor despite nights of brilliance and 30-point games. Rashard's presence also complements young phenom Dwight Howard, who patrols the low post. With an intimidating inside-outside connection, Orlando should be a force to be reckoned with in the East. My only complain about them is that after their big time transaction involving the famed wingman, Orlando seems to be disinterested in further improving their lineup. The Magic have a distinct weakness in frontline depth, especially in the center position which they should ponder at, or else they may find themselves in familiar territory again- this time outside the playoff picture.

New York Knicks
-I hate Stephon Marbury and I hate the fact that he is the Knicks' main man. But we have no other choice as the management's stern in keeping the NY native around for some time. The departure of Penny Hardaway and Steve Francis I must say is very much needed as it clears any conflict in the backcourt rotation and (more importantly) in the salary cap. Even more commendable is the addition of versatile slotman Zach Randolph from Portland, thereby boosting New York's frontline which already has Shaq-in-the-making Eddy Curry. Their guard combo lead by Marbury, Jamal Crawford and Nate Robinson is pretty much unchanged. Of course, if the Knicks are to go back to the playoffs, it's because of their frontline. E. Curry and Zach Ran on the same page? Brings back memories of the Twin Towers of yore.

Charlotte Bobcats
-Ah yes. Another team I am infatuated with, especially with J-Rich around. Jason Richardson provides steady offense and unequivocal versatility to the team, lead by the equally versatile Gerald Wallace. As a plus, J-Rich together with fellow new acquisition Derek Anderson can mentor the Bobcats' future shooting stars Walter Hermann (who's 30-point nights in the latter stages of last season were utterly memorable), Adam Morisson and Matt Carroll. However, just like Orlando, they seem to have no interest in building up their frontline which lacks a dependable center. Perhaps someone in the model of Curry would provide support to Emeka Okafor in the low post.

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Well there you have it. If I missed any team, or you want me to provide some analysis on any team you wish, kindly give a shoutout on my tagboard. And Francis? I eagerly anticipate your reply. hehe

the other side of square

They looked at him with the most awkward of impressions. And one can see the embarrassment stuck in the lonely eyes of the poor pimpled boy who was at that time trying to rub the dust off his glasses of unparalleled thickness. After cleaning his spectacles, he took his books and went away, brushing off the jeering stares directed against him.
He never knew how he would survive in an environment where the only ones he could count on were the books carefully placed in the confines of his backpack. College life, as it seems is far more cruel than high school life. Well, at the very least there were no (required) school dances in the university he is enrolled at.
He was baptized Israel Santino Moreno. To everybody else he was simply the classmate with the correctly answered homeworks and the near-perfect examinations. He never flinched upon hearing the constant name calling and the unconsolidated jabbering he was accustomed to. What he despised so vehemently was the indifference. No one even dared to sit next to him, for fear of contacting the same disease the upperclassman have associated him with: "Lack of Attention Disorder" or "LoAD" for short.



So he killed everybody with his .05 technical pen. Then he bathed in the swellness of the crimson pool he has created. Oh joy.

oh it's what you do to me

even more in love with me you'd fall,
we'll have it all..


i swear upon my name that this is more than just a game..
this i realized as i saw myself engraved in the paranoia that has set in..
this sudden burst of emotion..
might as well help myself up..
forget the railings..
and not look back..
for i might see you in your best shot..
and find myself sprawled on the floor again..


a thousand miles seems pretty far
but they've got planes and trains and cars
i'd walk to you if i had no other way..

dire straits

(a sort of continuation to my previous post)

What is the reason for everything anyway?

Atheistically speaking, can we say that life has any value in the same way we look at it with regards to religion?

We all die. And along with our rotting corpses our dreams, aspirations, and successes disintegrate in the nothingness of death. In analogy, we can say that everything we have worked for our whole life are basically for nothing as we near our inevitable end.

That being said, should it be wise that we use life to simply enjoy the privileges it provides us, instead of toiling for them first?

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alex' rejuvenated blog lifestyle

oyess.

Who would've thought I'd be back to my old blogging self anyway? hehe.

Well anyway, I'm supposed the devulge the secrects embedded on my blind items. Unfortunately for you, (hehe) I'm in no mood to do so. Hehe.

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What's the purpose of amassing all the popularity, all the fame, all the adulation in the world if one day your life will come to an end? Is having a legacy as great as life's mysteries that much of a big deal knowing that you'll not be around sooner or later to realize this fact? All the talks of religion and the afterlife aside, what has life in store for us, once we cease to exist?

Don't worry, this is no suicidal note. But you have to admit: You may be the most educated, the richest person in the world, but once you die, everything you have learned and all the riches you have gathered will be thrown right out the window.

My point? I don't know. No wonder earth is populated by bums from all walks of life. And perhaps the smartest one of them all will have the same explanation as above to justify his actions, or lack thereof.

calamity calls

Stupid reality checks. They always make me want to scream at the top of my voice. Or at the very least feel guilty for acting this way. Oh well. At least they go away overnight.

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Fine, natuwa din ako sa blind item post ni Patit. At dahil ako ay original, gagawa din ako. nyahaha. Pero for the sake of uber secrecy, I will use the powers of linguistic excellence bestowed upon me to type my blind items. Good luck deciphering them. You'll need it.

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The sparkling utopia I foresaw, was more of a hallucination than a vision. Never again will I stutter in the midst of extravagance. Never again will I exert effort for an obscure work of art. I'd rather stay secluded behind the curtains of my imagination than bare my extremities for the sake of an inanimate object.

Imbeciles. They will get theirs one day. And on that day I will stand there, tears on my eyes, a sadistic smile. You deserved it. Damn it, you deserved it.

Alas, the distance proved to be a greater irony than what I could've imagined. As it is, I should be grateful for the opportunity. Still, it would've been better if...never mind.

Respect is a majestic eagle. If you remain gentle, it will voluntarily alight on your shoulder. If you overstayed your welcome, it will claw out on you and fly away, with chances of it never coming back. My friend, why have you overstayed your welcome?

Yes, we have come a long way. And the times have mocked us with its unforgiving monotony. Yet we refuse to let time take over. The bond of brotherhood remains!

No one will ever come between us. There is strength in numbers and we have proven that addage time and again. And we will continue to prove it in the years to come.

Where have you been all these years, oh sweet scent of vanity?

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fwfhrf

eto na naman ako. lagapak. malungkot. nanginginig sa di malamang dahilan. napapaisip ako sa mga nangyayari. at aking napagtanto,




isa lamang akong kasangkapan.

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don't ask. nothing personal.