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Thursday, June 25, 2009
On Riding a Motorized Metal Horse Part 2 after getting my student's permit--which by the way took forever. ugh, government agencies--i am on my way to being a real, independent adult! after a month, i can get my driver's license and then, freedom, HERE I COME.
that is, if i can learn how to drive. a motorcycle.
and i have. at least, i have learned how to move without toppling over. it was actually a good thing i learned how to ride a bike back when i was a kid. riding a motorcycle is just like riding a bike. a really big, 500 motorized monster that roars and tries its best to buck around and throw you off it. yeah. easy as pie. <why is pie easy anyway?>
Next Lesson: Braking
if you are laughing right now, let me tell you, it's not as easy as it sounds. especially if you're only a 100 pound girl trying to carry a 500 pound hunk of metal. it's not as heavy when you're going, say, about 20kph, but slow down, and the thing throws it's weight around, making you wobble. it doesn't help at all when the prospective road is full of ditches, and is part of the National high way.
needless to say, the lesson ended with me almost getting killed. after which my dad sent me back home to recover from the shock.
i'm never going to get my license. goodbye freedom.
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Most Dangerous Wii AccessoryThis may be hilarious, but it isn't entirely ridiculous. companies produce simply because consumers buy.if consumers snubbed this, this wouldn't exist. so we can't exactly blame CTA Digital for anything, not even for being irresponsible. because they are not. well, not exactly. "CTA Digital, Inc. is not and will not be held responsible for any damages resulting from the bowling ball attachment", and i think they have every right to say so. it's like the traffic laws. the pedestrian is always right. if you are driving a car and you run over a pedestrian, it's your fault. it doesn't matter if you did run him over, or if he was trying to save a cat from being run over, or if he wanted to die(emo). it's still your fault. this prevents motorists from being reckless. in the same way, CTA Digital would not take responsibility for accidents so that consumers would be careful when using the product. i mean, come on, who would want to break their TV sets, or their grandma's heads? still, i'd never buy this accessory. not for anything in the world.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
> all the world's a stage. the words people say are simply lines; the
smiles, the tears, the fights are all part of the script. their
personalities are simply parts they play.
yet though the world seems so scripted and the people seem
like actors, the drama of the stage can never compare to the drama of
real life.
when the last scene ends, when the last line is given, when
the curtain falls where would you be? would you be the star of the
show, remembered, pampered and encored? or would you be like the extra,
hardworking and overlooked?
Saturday, June 20, 2009
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Archie Chooses Veronica Over BettyVeronica: rich, glamorous, popular, and very very sought after. Betty: the super girl next door who can beat Veronica in anything, except perhaps in shopping. and winning Archie Andrews heart. i don't like it. of course, that's reality. gold-diggers do exist, after all, although i hate to call Archie that. and the truth is, a lot of guys really do prefer those high maintenance, snobby girls. personally, i don't see the charm, but then, i'm not a guy. or maybe it's because Betty has always been there for Archie: baking cakes and cookies for him, paying for their dates, etc. he took her for granted perhaps, or maybe he just doesn't like clingy girls. after all, teen girl magazines have always said guys like the thrill of the chase. lesson of the story: girl, magpakipot ka.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
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rites of passage they call it. initiation for some. getting-to-know? i think not. you can call it any number of things, but it's all in one simple word.
Hazing.
no, they say. it isn't hazing. it isn't harmful at all, it wouldn't hurt at all. they're just testing you. testing your strength, your determination, your loyalty. it would be a good experience. it would be good for you. and it's all in good fun. you'll laugh about it afterwards, with them. when you are one of them. and you'll laugh at the neophytes going through the same thing you did. you'll laugh as you do to them what they did to you. it's only fair. besides, it's all in good fun.
well, are you having fun yet? because it's breaking my heart to see you cry every time you walk away from yet another day of this. and it's making me itch to go tell them off.
i don't understand why they do this. i don't understand what they mean to teach. i don't understand why they find it so fun.
and i don't understand why you go on.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
> as a child i was taught that PMS was a sin, that virginity was precious, and that the teen pregnancy count is rapidly rising.
i am 18 now, and i'm no longer shocked when someone tells me she slept
with so and so. i'm 18, and i know that some people can have sex with
someone they just met. i'm 18, and i saw a friend of mine get pregnant
and give birth to an unwanted and unplanned baby.
i'm only 18.
we are only 18.
we are no longer children, yet we are still so young. we have
grown too old to listen to adults, and we are too young to understand
what they mean.
virginity may be overrated, but i'm determined to hold on to mine.
for now.
Friday, May 29, 2009
I'm Never Gonna Dance Again > the whole Philippines is abuzz with the Hayden-Katrina Sex Scandal. speculations, rumors, opinions, facts--at least, so called facts--and the videos themselves are scattered all over the web. i don't want to join the fuss, but i do want to say something.
people are being cruel. maybe it's because the topic is something still a little taboo. is it because it's a sex video? everywhere i go, i hear lewd comments followed by snickers. i hear people asking for links to the stupid videos. i hear people being cruel to Katrina Halili.
perhaps i am not in any position to defend her. i don't know the whole story. i don't know her. i don't know how it is to be a sexy actress. but i am a girl. and i know how it is to fall in love and give your all. in know how it hurts to be betrayed.
is it so hard to believe that she is just a girl--yes, she's a sexy star, but does that strip her of the ability to fall in love? so she slept with Hayden Kho. does that mean she's a slut? no. a lot of people sleep with the ones they love. a lot of people sleep with people they think they love. it doesn't make them sluts. it wasn't her fault it was caught on camera. i wish people would stop saying it was her fault because she slept with him in the first place. maybe they have never been in love. maybe they're just cynical people who get they're worldly fix by jacking off to sex videos and porn. i don't care. don't they think she's had enough? she's been humiliated. she's jobless. she's upset and confused and hurt. it could have happened to your sister, your mother, your cousin, your friend. just because she's a sexy star doesn't mean she isn't a human. just because she's a sexy star doesn't mean she doesn't deserve respect like you and i do.
people are so cruel.
Sunday, May 03, 2009
> i was only in elementary school when my uncle, a mechanical engineer, gave us a metal two-seater swing set for my little brother's birthday. we had such fun times then, daring eah other to swing standing up, or having two to a swing standing up, swinging up as high as we dare. the highest we were after was the lowest leaf of the bayabas tree shading our play area.
when we were older the swing turned into a place to hang out at night, tell stories, secrets. it was a place where no one can hear what we say, except for the person in the swing next to us. as it was, we took the cordless phone there to have intimate conversations with whoever was on the line.
and then we moved. of course, the swing set moved with us--we couldn't possibly leave it behind. it now stands at the side of our house. but we are all older now. my younger brother is going into high school, and all of us are much more interested in sitting in front of the computer than running around outside.
i saw the swing set sitting there gloomily recently. the seats were covered with a sprinkilng of dry leaves and a fair share of mud from all the rains. i brushed most of the dirt off and took a seat. my legs are too long for it now, and i can't swing high like i used to. but the older, more quiet me didn't need to. i was perfectly content to sit there, gently swinging to and fro, and remembering.
Monday, April 20, 2009
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they say writing is something you have to do everyday. i guess they're right.
i haven't written anything much for the past year. by choice, yes. but now that i do want to write i find that i can't. maybe i have nothing to write about. summer is, after all, the most uneventful part of the year. or maybe i just ran out of inspiration. maybe i just don't see the things i can write about anymore. maybe i have turned into a dull, practical person and i only see what i need at the moment. maybe the writer in me has died. hopefully, she went to heaven. she was, after all, a good writer.
~ Me ~
Aryan, 17
university sophomore
obsessive compulsive
slightly neurotic
incredibly moody
bites when provoked
vicious when hurt
silent
aloof
daydreamer
pretty complex
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~ I dig.. ~
dark chocolate(hint, hint)
kittens
anime and manga
surfing the net
rain
frozen food
coffee
figurines
dolphins
necklaces
earrings
stuffed toys
o2jam
perfect world
RPGs
~ I detest.. ~
worms
whiny voices
flying roaches
social climbers
eggplants
blood
broken promises
~ I wish for.. ~
peace and quiet
a small white bear with a sweater
the route to neverland
the yellow brick road
less homework
world peace?
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