Words of a predictable mind

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you know that ghost-like ache you get when you miss someone so much? that's how i feel right now. and the irony of it is, we haven't even met yet but already i'm missing you.

unexpected life moments happen for only one reason -to keep reminding you that you're alive. and when it happens, embrace that damn thing and glorify life. live without fearing tomorrow. live with rage in your heart and serenity in your soul. live with anger, with joy, with utter appreciation for every thing desolate ...

Like most people last Tuesday, I was also stuck at home waiting for Typhoon Bopha to make landfall. Afternoon came, yet all over the city all we got were slight drizzling and glowering clouds.

It finally got so boring that I went out to have a beer or two despite the threat of strong winds and rain. As I was walking towards my favorite watering hole, I noticed how beautiful the clouds looked in their chaotic dance. It was the first time I saw crisscrossing clouds moving fast.
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this year was a whirlwind of indecisions.

the 1st quarter it was pen, paper, and OpenOffice. the 2nd quarter it was Nikon, Ubuntu, Luminance and Darkroom. 3rd quarter was InDesign and Photoshop. now it's Wordpress, vBulletin, cPanel, Joomla, and Bellstrike.

i really ought to settle down to just one career path. i mean, i'm not getting any younger nor is my health getting any better.

but sometimes life must not be lived the way it ought to be. countless ...

If life is a battleground, when you die, did you lose or win?

What is it with death that fills us with such morbid fascination? This taste for the macabre, enticing yet repulsive all at once, is it really innate in each of us or a natural result of the society we grew up in?

That incessant rumbling we hear with every heartache, with every pulsing of a desolate and fractured heart, is it a harbinger of worse things to come?

For those with nearly rabid and maniacal ...

(note: this is my first attempt at writing something, ummm, relatively serious. And by that I mean no insane rants that go off in tangents that only I could ever understand. So enjoy, and do feel free to slap me silly afterward for my exasperating penchant to leave stories unfinished for quite a long time.)

Every tale ever told is a reflection of a writer's deepest conundrums, just as every word used in the tale speaks of the writer's shallowest tendencies.

This then, is ...

Kung tagaan ka'g higayon nga usbon ang usa ka butang sa imong kagahapon, ang gahapon sa hapon ba o gahapon sa buntag?

Mao kana ang ga-tiurok nga pangutana sa akong hunahuna samtang nag layout ug nag-edit, hinungdan nga gi-undangan nako dayon ang akong trabaho ug gihimo ni...

Uss ra gyud ka higayon sa akong kagahapon ang akong gustong usbon -ang higayon nga wa nako gukda akong pangandoy ...