Rants

oh yeah right, i forgot i'm not supposed to talk about anything not related to you.

so, how was your day? what imagined self-scarifice did you undergo today? should i hold your hand or is commenting on your dramatic post telling you that you can make it and you're not alone enough?

should i, in my infinte wisdom as a finite being, shed ten tears for your every two? or should i just hold you tight in my glazed stare?

should i bang on the gates of heaven

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got fed up reading, and sometimes answering, complaints about the 100-post minimum to reach junior member level. so here goes...

Originally Posted by sevmik

it's not that hard as long as you don't approach it as a goal, join in and have fun discussing in the various threads. here's a quick example:

in the General Discussions (GD) forum, there are no less than 50 active threads daily. if you start at page one, there are at least 10 threads that you are interested in or know something about. read what

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do crows murder in droves or alone, pecking at every sinewy tidbit left in the altar of sacrifice?

i ask, not because death holds me in fascination, but because death is really what we fear more than justin beiber topping the charts.

and yes, until now i still can't get that damn kid's name right without googling it.

anyway, let me just wax and wane about a true story regarding death...

years ago, i met this cute and bubbly girl, named dinah, who ...

Ambot unsa’y naa aning mga kinanto nga tindahan nga di man jud ko kalikay.

Alas kwatro y media sa kaadlawn, samtang nagsakay ko og jeep pauli, nakalabay ko’g tindahan nga aduna’y baligya nga kape ug pan. Kay gikan man ko’g binurgis nga inum, nabati nako ang panginahanglan sa pininoy nga pakighimamat. Mao nga dayon ko’ng nituktok sa atop sa jeep og nisyagit nga “bai, lugar lang.”

Sa pagnaog nako sa jeep, dayon nakong nasimhotan ang humot sa neskape ug maylo. Sa wa’y pagduhaduha, ...

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 ...

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 ...