Musings of the Uninspired

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Sorry to be ruining this oh so nice silence which I have admittedly enjoyed for a couple of months now, but I just can’t help but wonder how my ugly face ended up in one of your stuff. I wouldn’t have noticed it if not for a friend who insisted for me to check out an art page which I wish I wouldn’t have seen for the sake of my peace of mind.
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I have one request: Before you send out your personal NEW YEAR  souvenir to your friends or boast it somewhere where attention is not that hard to reach, maybe you should consider asking permission first to people who own those faces that appear in it.
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Maybe the photographer, or the designer, or others in it won’t mind (or care at all). But as for yours truly, you don’t have to ask. Instead, I’d even humbly beg for a small effort that won’t probably have no effect in any way possible to your so-called yearly agenda: Please oh please… remove my face off it, for I wish no more business with you in any kind possible.
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Shish… and I thought I’ve already made that obvious a long long time ago.
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You don’t have to worry if people would make a big buzz out of it, for I’m sure they wouldn’t even bother. If they do, feel free to show this post. As if it would really matter.

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Some people claim that they know everything as if they have already figured out the mystery of the universe. They claim they have control over their emotions, over their heads. They move around and show people boastfully that they are the kings/queens of the world. That they stand alone- proud and unblemished by the world that continues to scar everybody. They are the mightiest. They are the strongest. They need no one. Their battlecry: "Me, myself and I!"
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They laugh as they witness a scene of crying souls as they try to help lift each other everyday. They say they don’t need to surrender their weaknesses to realize their strengths. They say they don’t have it. They may say they have a taste of it but are smart enough to learn from it quickly. They say they have learned from the past and like masters born from a crooked past, they have risen to overcome tears. They say tears are worthless. They say crying out for help is pathetic. They say those who cry for help are pathetic.
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Yet these people who find temporary contentment in their tall claims, not the ones who don’t see shame in shedding tears, are the saddest people in the world.  It’s even sadder the way these fake masters keep ignoring this fact. It even gets more unfortunate to see themselves try to avoid what is inevitable. They mask their weaknesses with fake smirks on their faces. They roll their eyes while they hide their bodies quivering in pain. And in the dark, alone, they weep like dogs whimpering on their hungry tormented guts. Yet in utmost desperation, they still disclaim their fall and hold on to whatever pride left in them, regardless if already, there’s none.
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They thought they can hide their pain. Yet it shows in their eyes when they seek the attention that they long for everyday. I hope I don’t see that day when they all come out of the dark where they occasionally hide- only bones, skin and pride leaking through their dying brains left- still claiming that theirs is the world to conquer. For I shall not hesitate to look down upon them, return from the void whence they once banished me, and laugh at them on the borders that which they have established.
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I wish not for that day to come when hatred reigns supreme in my heart. But if it does I would gladly perform my part. For now, I pray that they would be gone someday. And they will be, someday. It’s just a matter of having patience in the long wait.
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This pretty much sums up everything that I have seen and loved on TV from the 90s till today. There’s much more aside from what you see here, but this shows what I have in mind for now.
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I came up with this collage while killing time at home. It’s Sunday. I’m alone in the pink house since Ethel’s at work and Luke’s staying in his grandpa’s house this weekend. I’m lazy and I don’t feel like going around in town for now. After a good cup of coffee, I sat by the monitor screen and seen almost all the videos that I downloaded lately and were pending to be seen since then. I’m even so lazy to take a bath! Hahaha! Oh well, it’s not much of a deal since I’ll be all alone the whole day here.
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I recently got a copy of Colby Caillat’s album entitled "Coco". I loved… [Suddenly, the smell of overcooked rice filled the air. Shit! Sunog na naman ang sinaing...]
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Sigh! Why can’t I make the perfect sinaing. Oh well… where was I?…
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Yes, Colby. Ethel and I love the song "Bubbly" eversince we first heard it and shared it through bluetooth. Colby’s voice just gives the feeling that life is so simple and smooth. My expectations were met when I got her album "Coco". I can’t help imagine a place where I rest my head on Ethel’s lap under the shade of a tree beside a green field on one fine summer day while listening to her songs. It’s a perfect song for a lazy Sunday morning.
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I’m hungry. Rice tastes somewhat burnt but it’s okay. I have fried Tilapia with fresh tomatoes and fried eggplant to match with it anyway. It’s lunch time!
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