radiohead rip

~Carbon Monoxide~

A heart that’s full up like a landfill
It half-beats to the rhythm of your
Pallid life, your impaled face staring
at the odds and ends of memories
Lost, cramped.

A job that slowly kills you
The recycled air, the artificial light grows
staler and dimmer inside your guts
Where lost chances dwell
Dark, rotten.

Bruises that won’t heal
The mesh upon which new tissues
grow upon–a scar. Pick
at your scabs, your regrets
Futile, inevitable.

You look so tired and unhappy
Such ordeal to pull your face
into a smile, as life, or the resemblance
of a life, is nothing but
tenebrous, desperate.

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So, apparently my right brain’s still functional. Maybe it’s a lucid interval…who knows? if you like the above brain fart, cool. If not, blah, just go read Perez Hilton or something equally academic.

The  italicized first lines are from Radiohead’s ‘No Surprises’

If you get the chance, listen to the song; and while you’re at it, also check out  Regina Spektor’s cover.

flick tweets

~Movies to never watch even if it were the last salvaged dvds on earth [vol.1]: The Invention of Lying, Race to Witch Mountain, Killers    

4:28 PM Sep 6th  via web

~Movies to never watch even if it were the last salvaged dvds on earth [vol2] — Avatar The Last Airbender, Post-Grad, … (Oct 10)

~Movies to watch before you kick the bucket [vol.1]: Amelie, Spanglish, Das Parfum, Monsters vs Aliens…

1:06 PM Sep 6th via web 

~Movies to watch before you kick the bucket [vol.3]: Take the Lead, The Ron Clarke Story, American History X..    

Sep 24th

~Movies to watch before you kick the bucket [vol.2]: Up In the Air, Juno, Thank you for Smoking, City of God, American Beauty, Click..
Sep 24th

hard drive partitions?

My timelines are shady, but I shit you not. I had a dream a few months back, and in that dream was a recollection of a place seen from a still earlier dream.

The Curious Case of DTN/O, marked unsolved.

How to market shitty pop songs

d as in dimwit…

I’m a sloth. I seem to not have the energy to labour for a comfortable lifestyle. (And yet I badly want to live like a rockstar, minus the illegal narcs part) I’m neither Ivanka Trump, nor Marshall Mathers. Which is to say, I wasn’t born to wealthy moguls or born to penury but with exceptional talent. It makes me sad, just thinking of the DVDs back in my room, waiting to be taken out of their cases & fed into a laptop & all the bytes in all their glory logically processed by a media player… I have 7 seasons of catching up to do. Well, 7 seasons of NCIS & a couple seasons of House. Oh, and throw in How I Met Your Mother! It’s sad. I pity those discs just pining for my attention.

Anyhoo, I guess I will complain no more; else, I might get the pink slip & I’d be in way deeper shit.

And now, for some sheer NCIS wit:

Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo:
[On the phone] Let me get this straight: you want me to spell my name again? Okay. Big “D”as in dimwit. Little “I” as in idiot. Big “N” as in nimrod. Little “O” as in Obtuse. Double “Z” as in ZZ top…

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[Crime scene was found to have positive radiation)

McGee: I was there, too, near the car, you know.
Ziva: We all were.
McGee: But don’t let that stop you from thinking about yourself.
Tony: This isn’t about me! It’s about my little DiNozzo makers! They’ve been nuked!

in another life, I am Kat Stratford

Headache. Eminem in my ear. Reading 10 Things I Hate About You & loving the minimalist text/font.

Script-O-Rama rocks!

Disclaimer: Neither caused the headache. What did, you ask? Work, work, work is the culprit.

organic meets modern

 All this obsession with high-end mobile phones is exhausting. Myself? I have a Sony Ericsson K550i that has served me for almost four years. (In cellphone years, that’s like…give or take a decade) It’s my first phone I bought with my own money. My take is that, if you can send sms, make calls & take pictures with it, then it should be enough.

But no. In the Philippines, people change their phone units as constantly as they change their toothbrushes. (And dentists recommend that you change brushes every 3 months. Ok may be that’s exaggerated. Not about the toothbrush, the phones). I think it has something to do with insatiety. If there’s a new model, or a new feature, they gotta have it.. Not very sensible, I tell you.

These days, when I scout for a new phone, I think of the ‘thousands’ equating to pieces of clothing. For instance, I see a unit costing over PhP15 thousand, I say to myself, i could get: jackets, tops, & a pair of pants with that…

My phone still works ok, I have to admit I may be mildly, potentially jumping into the bandwagon of mobile phone-crazed people and I plan to get a new one by year-end. Again, the features I require are the basic ones:
~connectivity - Bluetooth;
~sms & mms-capable (of course);
~(hopefully) more than a 5 megapixel-camera;
~able to store e-books; &
~browsing capabilities.

I’m getting a Sony Ericsson because even the cheaper models have badass CyberShot cameras. Plus, this 4-year old K550i that I have, I’ve dropped it from varying altitudes several times (both by accident & intentionally). Other than   one episode of ‘White Screen syndrome’ which cost me PhP1k, it’s still functional. The trick is to transfer large files to the M2 - Memory Stick micro; and keep the internal memory only half-full.

Another thing I really don’t get is people’s obsession over Apple. I have a 3rd generation iPod nano, only because I got it as a prize from my previous company. When it comes to iPhones, owning one around here has become a status symbol. Don’t get me started on that one.

As this one dude observed:

Photo sourced from here.

& on the 6th day, He had a few beers

 So here we are again, slaving ourselves while three quarters of the populace are enjoying the holiday. Ah but that’s ok, I tell myself, the weekend’s a couple of hours away…and there’s a cute little kid in the office.

But not nearly as cute as my nephew back home. Here he is before turning one.

  
Now he’s not as cute; but still strikingly mestizo, what with his maternal Scottish blood.

Now back to the Kid in The Office. ‘Buddy’ as his mother called out to him, wandered through the office & made friends with my team mate AC (who incidentally has a very youthful, devil-may-care disposition). They  copied their palms on the Xerox (and yes, it’s a proper pronoun, a brand; otherwise I would have said ‘copier’, simply) machine and produced a really cool image, like a charcoal painting of hands. The mother was not too pleased, though. I can understand that. Radiation is bad. Heck if I had a kid I wouldn’t get him a cellphone until he’s eighteen.

Anyhoo, early this week we were mandated to attend Grammar training-Subject & Verb Agreement. I was like, ‘Yeah, as if I need that.’ Apparently I did. I scored 9 out of 10; which is unforgivable for a former editor-in-chief of a lesser known high school publication in a small town. That kind of prestige makes people expect a lot of me. 9, therefore is such a disgrace.

up in the air

Some animals were meant to carry each other, to live symbiotically for a lifetime - star-crossed lovers, monogamous swans. We are not those animals.
 
The slower we move, the faster we die. We are not swans.

We’re sharks.

zom.bie.land

 ~Nut up or shut up!

~Rule #32:
Enjoy The Little Things.

Tallahassee got his Twinkie …and even though life will never be simple or innocent again, as he savored that spongy yellow log of cream,  We had hope, we had each other.
 
And without other people, you might as well be a zombie.
 

~It’s amazing how quickly things can go from ‘bad’ to ‘total shit-storm

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un[titled] un[finished]

They were on the platform of the old train station. On any other day, the roofing  would collapse upon the two boys with tossled hair; but today it decided to stay in tact despite the decrepit contraption.

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d’oh!

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