pangs of pain

it hurts, you know. that sensation reeling through the inner recesses, a writhing discomfort. the only hope for relief - an insanely obtuse nonchalance of popping the pills to emancipation. four hundred milligrams going six hundred but to no avail. consuming the cold fat didn't help either. uggh! it lingers like hell. 

if only, i can sleep this off. tis the time i welcome a narcolepsy slide, counting sheep till i lose track. but this big bad wolf is a waking nightmare. if i can't kill you now, i'll hunt you in my slumber. 

i loathe you, you're worse than the boogeyman.

i curse you, like the serpent of eden.

like acid to water, like rain on fire,

woe be gone!

tomorrow i shall see my dentist.

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spare science from politics

have they got no dignity at all? reviving a two-billion dollar fraud for what? the fuss about the moth-balled bataan nuclear power plant to be possibly operational is gaining ground, sparks a lot of debates. the flack about the talk is the lack of credible references to support this proposal. not only a sham but a shameless display of political perversion. actually not perverse anymore because it's becoming a culture.

what's more appalling is the congressional proponent's (mark cojuangco) misuse of a scientific paper to cite the stability of the area for nuclear operations. apparently, the paper does not suffice such conclusion which irked the author of the scientific paper (dr. kelvin rodolfo).

there in the vdo snippet below is the duel of words between these men.

http://161.58.192.236/vdo/?p=58

imagine the credibility of the proposal without backing from the scientific community. and the gall to use such information without consultation from the author. politics in this country is mired with too much dirt, the least they can do is spare science from their crap.

today, dr. rodolfo will be having a talk about the bnpp situation before leaving the country for good (daw?). i only wish him the best.

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of friday the 13th and the yoopee fair

the traffic along edsa, bad as it is, becomes even worse. makes you think where these people are heading. our taxi meter reads 300 kachinggos! i surmised most of them must be heading to the up fair.

at the fair, we filled in through the long queue of eager participants snaking to get to the entrance doors. we patiently waited and got caught up already with the countdown to feb 14, 00:00 with a bang. there you go, fireworks display. it's like new year celebrated twice a year. 

but alas! when we're at the entrance, we got the wrong tickets. they're slated for the feb 14 gig. bummer! that's friday the 13th taking its toll on us. 

later an unfortunate incident happened. the concert had to stop because of those 'crazy jumping orcs' banging and downing the fences. their notoriety during these events made me think this is coming. but it's quite alarming and something should be done here. this is the time of the year where yoopee students just wanna have a good time after being stretched by exams and long readings and the alumni feeling nostalgic once again through music and circus. if i have my way, i will shoot these orcs one by one. and reduce them to ashes. 

and when i looked at today's theme: "loverage." oh well. but i still wanna shoot those orcs.

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the valentine effect

it didn't bit me at all but it did quite struck a chord in my optic nerve. the internet, being the new media, reserves a lot of space for this occasion. from articles on where to have a budget valentine dinner to bloggers sharing their valentine plans, to superpoke giving chocolate strawberries in facebook. the ad walls talk a lot as well as you stride along the walkways and the thoroughfares. they're like screaming at you to buy them. 

and of course, the sea of couples that passed you, contained in their own worlds. the evidence of gift-giving are swooning for public attention, seemingly telling, 'hey loser, where's your lover?'. flowers and chocolates must be selling like jamaican patties right now or outsold even. but mind you, these motley pairs walking along, holding hands are becoming more and more varied. kinda violates my catholic sense, but who am i to judge.

the restos abound with not only couples but families and friends getting together. are the bells still ringing 'tis the season to be jolly? the silverscreen reels in the rom-com flicks and everyone's digging it. the grocery stores, the shops, the streets, there are just too many people everywhere. the malls are really painting the town red. as if we haven't felt the pangs of recession, yet.

love's becoming a merchandise. and everyone's buying it. i won't dole a penny for it.

when i glared at myself at the car window, i can only see an L on my forehead.nevertheless, ii must say this is the most celebrated universal emotion in the world. love, that is. i do not officially declare myself as the grinch of valentine's day, i'm just being observant. but love must be a great feeling. the grinch would soon find out.

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anatomy of a lie

stammering, stuttering crook

you think you're off the hook

think you're so cool, you fool!

those pruned lips utter cursed justice

beneath the veil is total blindness

wear off that dogged persistence

those doe eyes fail to impress

tight-lipped still? suppress them not.

sweaty palms rubbed against your skin

shaky, caught bloody red-handed

implore not the saints, they will cast people of your ilk

now tell me your story, i'm all ears

the water will simmer down along with your fears

take a bow alright, it may be your last performance

dim not the lights, beam them up

that cheshire cat smile is a force to reckon with

sing, sing, sing like alice in wonderland

roll up your sleeves, clear your throat

you have the world to tell.

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